Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Erin,” he ground out in response, but that was all. His eyes landed on Ford and stayed there.
When Ford began to follow Erin out, Dylan stopped him with, “Ford, you can wait. I need to have a word with you.”
Was their plan working, or would it backfire, and he’d end up with a fist to the face?
“Sure,” he murmured and noticed Erin gave him a quick, wide-eyed glance before heading outside. He turned his attention back to his boss. “What’s up?”
Dylan’s nostrils flared as he tipped his head toward the open doorway. “In there. Where no one will overhear us.”
This definitely could go either way.
Ford turned and headed back into room six. The lingering smell of sex, as well as the ointment, filled his nostrils. It was almost enough to make him hard again.
While he expected Dylan to shut the door, what he didn’t expect to hear was the turn of the lock. He turned to face Dylan. “So, what’s up?”
“You really have to ask that?”
Ford shrugged. “You’re already aware that Erin and I hook up, so it can’t be that.”
Dylan’s jaw shifted. “I discovered something else today.”
“That having the playrooms will help make your resort a success?” Ford didn’t bother to hide his sarcasm.
Neither did Dylan. “Not if my employees use them instead of the guests.”
“I waited until the last minute to book this one.”
“I’ll take it that you had Erin on standby, then.”
“We were at her place when I pulled up the schedule online on a whim.” Of course, that wasn’t quite true. Booking the playroom was hardly an impulse, it was part of the plan. However, he did wait to make sure a guest didn’t want the room first. “What did you discover?”
“You like beating a woman’s ass.”
Why did he make that sound like a bad thing when in reality, done right, it was the opposite?
Ford shrugged. “Man. Woman. Doesn’t matter to me.”
“Are you saying that Erin isn’t special to you?”
“Erin’s very special to me. As I am to her. I didn’t beat her, as you put it, or force her onto that spanking bench. As you witnessed, she’s into it.” She was into a lot more than that, but he’d let Dylan find that out for himself. “And as you saw, she walked out of here satisfied.”
Dylan took a step closer, edging in on Ford’s personal space, but he didn’t move away and instead, stood his ground.
“What about you?”
“What about me?” Ford repeated with confusion. “Are you asking me if I like impact play?”
“I’m asking if what you do to her gets you off,” Dylan growled impatiently.
“You couldn’t tell? I fucked her hard and filled her with my cum.” Again. “Sounds like a satisfying experience to me.”
Dylan’s tight jaw flexed.
“You know, you don’t have to be jealous about what Erin and I have. You could have the same.”
The resort owner’s dark blond eyebrows pinched together. “What do you mean?”
Time to plant the seed… “You could always join us.”
Those eyebrows took a deep dive. “What do you mean, join you? Erin would never agree to that.”
Huh. “It’s been a long time since you two dated, boss, you have no idea what she would agree to.”
Was the man grinding his teeth over him calling him that? The truth was, Dylan was Ford’s boss, whether he liked the title or not. Maybe he just didn’t like it coming from Ford since he did kind of put a cocky spin to it.
“And why would you think I want you?”
“I don’t know… maybe that steel pipe in your pants?” Ford tipped his head toward the very noticeable erection straining against Dylan’s zipper. “It’s been almost a half hour since I closed those blinds, so I know it’s not from seeing Erin trussed up, a gag in her mouth and getting fucked so hard she squirted all over my cock.”
Dylan’s shoulders pulled back and he spun away. It was clear that he was angry with himself for having that reaction. He might swing both ways but maybe he was struggling with it.
Or it could be the fact that he wanted Erin to himself.
There was one way to find out. “Have you kept your sexuality a secret from your family?”
Dylan turned back and went toe-to-toe with him. His hazel eyes were sharp and filled with tenacity. “My family doesn’t need to know my preferences, just like I don’t need to know theirs.”
Ford had no idea what cologne the man wore, but he always smelled so damn good. Even after working in the barn or riding his favorite horse, Rebel. “I assume that means you’d prefer to keep what happens in this room between the two of us?”
“What do you think is going to happen?”
“You tell me. You’re the boss. Do I need to fuck you to keep my job?” Of course, Ford was baiting him on purpose, but he needed that planted seed to take root. This was only the first step to convincing the man into a threesome.