Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
So why didn’t River ask for more?
“Does that mean you’re not agreeing to his terms?” I asked. Laurel was slowing down, drifting off to sleep. “River said without the diamonds, he’ll find Grant, but you won’t get a piece of him.”
“Bastard.”
Laurel was fast asleep so I let the bad language go.
“Can’t have that. River knowing more about my enemy than I do? We’re not playing that game at all. He can have them,” Sunny announced. “I’ll ask Sienna to pass on the news.”
“Why not me?”
“Because I plan to have you in a tub within the next”—he made a show of checking his watch—“ten minutes.”
After settling Laurel in her crib, I let Sunny lead me out. He didn’t turn right toward his room. We snuck up a floor, ducking into the pink apartment.
“Ah, so you meant this tub.”
Sunny peeled off his clothes, raising the temperature a hundred degrees. “The filthy things I’m going to do to you in that tub are on my bucket list, Angel. Take it from a formerly dead man, no time like the present.” Sunny reached for me.
“Nope,” I said, dancing away. “In the tub, Bellisario. I’ve got a few things to get off my bucket list too.”
Sunny backed toward the tub, eyes peeled on me, while he felt for the switch. The jets turned on as my jeans pooled around my ankles.
I wore another set of show-stopping lingerie. A plunging lace crotchless teddy. I made this one after Liam tore my last creation to shreds. For Sunny, I made it blue.
“In the tub, Trouble.”
Sunny lowered himself into the water, not taking his attention off me for a minute. We were alike in so many ways. One of them that I fantasized about the things I wanted him to do to me in that tub since the first time we jumped in it. We had the same dirty mind—Sunny was just more vocal about it.
And I’m more visual.
Climbing up the small steps, I stopped on the top and slowly twisted before Sunny, giving him the three-sixty view of all the lace. What can I say? A designer likes to have her work admired.
High above the world on my platform, I did my striptease—slowly popping each button and dropping a strap. Sunny’s hand disappeared in the water. His grunts told me what it was doing.
My legs dipped in and spread. I hung my ass over the rim, leaning back to give Sunny a clear sign of what I wanted next. He descended.
Sole took his time tasting me, his head bobbing between my legs as he got his fill. A small “eep” slipped out as he pushed two fingers inside, working in and out.
It was a warm night and warmer water, and neither chased away the goose bumps popping on my skin. Being with Sunny was like sticking my finger in a socket. Deadly, mind-bending, most would say unwise, but I’ve never felt more alive than when his electricity runs through my veins—bringing me into his world of adrenaline and living for the moment.
My orgasm ripped through me—proof that my comparison to electricity wasn’t far off. I sank into the water with Sunny, my arms draped over his shoulders as we kissed. A tongue-clashing heated kiss tinged with the taste of me. We broke apart grinning at each other.
“You know,” I began, “during our many sex marathons, there is one position we haven’t gotten to yet.”
“We needed the right setup.” He patted the tub. “Here it is. Now, take me.”
I giggled. Pushing him back, I climbed on Sunny’s lap, sheathing him to the hilt. I didn’t worry about the lack of condom. Sunny and I talked about it. I told him I was on the pill. He said he was rich and could afford babies, and ours would be adorable, so bring them on. In every way, Sole Bellisario was like no guy I ever met.
I rocked on top of him, bouncing fast on the balls of my feet, then slowly down—taking as much of him as I could, and withdrawing to the tip. Sunny captured my nipple as I bucked on my bronco, scraping them between his teeth and zinging the sweetest balance of pleasure and pain to my core.
My climax peaked over the horizon, the pressure building fast.
Sunny shot out of the water. I shrieked, all of a sudden finding myself face down and gripping the rim. “This is why we can’t get through cowgirl. I ride you for ten seconds and you lose control, flipped me down, and fuck the mess out of me.”
“You won’t be complaining in a second.”
Looking at him over my shoulder, I lazily licked my lips, topping it with a blown kiss. “I’m not complaining now.”
“This is why we can’t have these things, baby. Every day and in every way, you beg to be fucked.”