Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“It’s really nice, West.”
“Wanna see the bedrooms?” He winks at me. On anyone else, it’d be cheesy as fuck. On him … soooo hot.
I give him an innocent look and flutter my lashes. “Of course.”
Taking me by the hand, he tugs me along toward the living room area and a door that sits on the same wall as the TV.
“This is the guest room.” He leads me inside.
It’s a decent-sized room, decorated in cream, with cream carpet and white bedding. I would literally be afraid to stay in this room in case I spilled anything.
“It has its own walk-in closet and beyond that a bathroom,” he tells me.
“Fancy.”
“I do try.”
“So, is this where I’m staying?”
He grins at me, showing teeth. “No. You’re staying with me.”
He tugs me back out of the guest room, across the living space to the door across the way, and into an even bigger bedroom. “This is my room. Where you’re sleeping. And having sex. With me.”
“You said having sex. Not fucking.” I slap a hand to my chest. “I am shooketh.”
He chuckles. “Sorry, correction: fucking.”
I walk into his bedroom. It smells of him. That masculine, sexy scent of his, which if bottled, it would sell for hundreds at a time.
The floor is a thick, soft gray carpet that your toes just sink into. The walls are painted dark gray. It kind of reminds me of the color of his eyes. There’s a TV hanging on the wall in here, too, across from his bed, which is huge. A gorgeous dark wood frame, which I imagine cost a fortune, is made up with dark gray bedding. So many pillows that I can’t even count them.
“That’s a lot of pillows,” I comment.
“I like my comfort.”
“You know, this might just be the biggest bed that I’ve ever seen in my life.” I walk over to it, brushing my hand over the soft bedding.
“I’m a big guy. I need a big bed. It’s comfy as fuck too,” he says.
Then, the next thing I know, he’s tackling me down on it.
“Ah!” I laugh as we both land on the bed with a soft thud.
West rolls over on top of me. I stare up at him, him grinning down at me, and I run my hands through his hair.
“If you wanted me on your bed, you only had to ask.”
“I thought that would be more fun.”
I smile. “It was.”
He presses a kiss to my inner wrist. “You look good on my bed.”
“You look good up there.”
“I feel good up here.”
He leans down and brushes his lips over mine, kissing me, making me shiver. He slides his tongue into my mouth, making me moan.
And then my stomach rumbles loudly.
West chuckles into my mouth. “Hungry?”
“I’m always hungry.”
“True.” He pulls back and shifts to his side, so he’s lying beside me on the bed. “Wanna order in and chill out here? Or go out to eat?”
“Order in, please,” I say, and then a yawn escapes me.
“Tired?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“Don’t be. I am, too, to be honest. The time zone difference messes with your body. How about we order food? Chinese sound good?”
“Perfect.”
“Then, we can shower while we wait for it to arrive. Together, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“Just doing my bit for the environment, trying to save water.”
“You’re too good for this world.”
He gives a what can you do shrug, and I can’t help but laugh.
“After we’re done saving water, we can eat Chinese in bed and watch a movie, if you want. And then fuck, if you’re not too tired,” I suggest.
“I’m never too tired to do that with you.”
“Talking of doing that with me, I have a question.”
“Will I want to answer it?” He smirks.
“I hope so.”
“Okay, hit me with it.”
“So, I know on the island, we were exclusively sleeping together. But now that we’re here—and I know this is an extended trip for me and this is your home—and with us not using condoms since the desert island trip, I just want to know … if … you know …”
His fingers take hold of my chin, and he turns my head to him and stares into my eyes. “I’m only having sex with you. No one else.”
“You said sex again. Not fucking.” I grin.
He gives me a serious look. “I’m only fucking you, Double D.” Then, he presses a kiss to my lips. “And the same goes for you. It’s only my dick that you get to play with.”
“You mean, I came all the way here, and I only get to have sex with you when there are all these gorgeous American men to be had? Bummer.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him, and he playfully narrows his eyes.
“Need me to remind you what my dick can do to you?”
“Maybe … I mean, it was a long flight here. I might have forgotten.”
His hand goes to his zipper, and he tugs it down. “Well then, let me give you a recap.”