Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I couldn’t imagine how confident a woman would have to be in order to give sex lessons.
“Anyway,” Gianni went on, “next time, tell him to slow down.” He sipped his wine. “What else do you like?”
I thought for a moment. “I like it when someone pays attention to unexpected places on my body—I’m not a target with a bullseye.”
“Okay, but you have to admit, there is sort of a bullseye when it comes to a woman’s orgasm.”
“Yeah. It’s called her brain.”
Gianni laughed. “Fair enough.”
“Look, I know the body part you’re thinking of, and I won’t say it’s not important—a guy should definitely be able to find it—but you can’t just flick it like it’s a light switch or go at it like you’re trying to scrape ice off your windshield.”
“So slow and gentle? That’s the motion you’d like on the ocean?”
“At least to start,” I said. “I like sex that goes somewhere. It can get fast or rough eventually, but I need a little time to go from zero to sixty. I understand that it’s less . . . complicated for a guy, but that’s no excuse for flooring it and expecting me to enjoy the whiplash. I want him to show me I’m worth the effort it takes to have some control.”
He nodded slowly. “I get that. But haven’t you ever just wanted to rip someone’s clothes off and go at it?”
My face grew hot. “Not really. So maybe it’s me that’s the problem. Maybe I’m too uptight. Is that what you’re thinking?”
“Not at all. You deserve what you want in bed, Ellie. I was only curious about what that is.” His eyes danced with mischief as he took another drink. “After all, we’re stuck in this room with one bed all night, and it’s like snowmageddon out there. What if we have to have sex to continue the human species? I need to know how to approach it.”
I rolled my eyes. “We will not be having any sex tonight.”
“So you’d let the human species die out rather than do it with me?”
“Yes.”
But every single nerve ending in my body was suddenly alive and humming.
SEVEN
GIANNI
For a moment, I thought maybe I’d gone too far. Ellie had this sort of stunned, uncertain look on her face, like she wasn’t sure she could trust me. I was about to apologize when she slammed the rest of the wine in her glass and reached for the bottle.
“So what about you?” she asked, filling her glass again. “What do you like?”
“As you said, guys are less complicated. I pretty much like everything.” I shrugged. “Slow, fast, rough, gentle, loud, quiet, floor, ceiling, lying down, standing up, morning, night, bedroom, shower, kitchen, blindfold, restraints—”
“Okay, okay. I get it. You can stop.” She poured the rest of the bottle into my glass.
I smiled. “Just letting you know I’m up for anything.”
“In case I was in the mood to let you tie me to the bedposts or something? Forget it. I’m already feeling restrained in here.” She set the empty bottle on the table.
“Have you ever?”
“Have I ever what?”
“Been tied up.”
Her face grew pink. “None of your business.”
“Oh, come on. Tell me.”
“Why, so you can make fun of me for being a goody-goody? Let’s just move on.”
“Guess I have my answer.” I looked at the screen and laughed. “How much money would a billionaire who likes to watch have to pay you to have sex with me in his velvet blimp?”
“A million dollars.” She guzzled some wine.
“That much?”
“More if I have to fake the orgasm.”
I smirked. “You wouldn’t have to fake it.”
Her shoulders rose as she sipped her wine, as if she didn’t believe me.
“Just out of curiosity, what would you do with a million dollars?”
“Hmmm.” She thought for a second. “Honestly, I’d probably try to buy more land around Abelard. Plant more grapes. Hire more people. Build myself a house on the property.”
“Really? You’d stay right where you are?”
“Yes.” She made a grand sweeping gesture. “Go ahead and tell me I’m boring.”
“I don’t think it’s boring at all. It’s your passion. Yes, my dream is to go wherever life takes me and do big things in far-off places. But your dream is to be true to your roots and do big things at home, and I respect that.”
After another sip from her glass, she looked at me. “What about you? What would you do with a million dollars?”
“Well, first of all, I wouldn’t make anyone pay me to have sex with you in a velvet blimp. I’d do it for free.”
“Very generous of you.”
“But if I ever had a million dollars, I’d probably use it to travel around the world and eat and cook and meet people and learn about food in all kinds of places—like Anthony Bourdain in Parts Unknown.”
“Would you want cameras and crew following you around? Or would you just do it for the fun of it?”