Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“I’m thinking—” Oh god, what am I even thinking? “—bridesmaid-with-benefits.”
His dark eyes search mine. “We are in a different time zone, so I guess this doesn’t count, right?”
I’m willing to rationalize this any way I can so it happens. Because not letting Brock touch me right now is a no-go. I need him. Unlike I’ve ever needed anyone before.
He lets go of my wrist, his hand trailing through my hair, over my cheek, across my jaw, and landing on my collarbone as the elevator dings open.
“Fuck,” he whispers, stepping away from me.
My mind’s frazzled and I’m seriously not expecting to see Lake standing on the other side of the elevator doors.
“I was hoping we could talk, Willow,” Lake says, his blue eyes bouncing between mine and Brock’s.
“Now’s not a good time, buddy,” Brock says, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the elevator. “Now, I suggest you run on back to your room like a good little boy, or else you’re going to be hearing Willow screaming my name all night long.”
Lake’s mouth hangs open, and Brock doesn’t even wait for a reply as we brush past him and head down the hallway toward our room.
We fumble together as we try to get the keycard to open the door. I giggle as the card falls to the floor, and I swiftly retrieve it. In the quick second I was down there, grabbing the card, I noticed how the bulge in Brock’s pants was ginormous.
“Uh,” I say, as the door pushes open.
Brock and I rush inside, slamming the door behind us.
“You have about three seconds to get that sexy-ass dress off,” Brock says, kicking off his shoes.
“Or what?” I sass back, watching the match ignite behind his eyes.
“Or else I’m going to make you pay for not doing as you're told.”
I shake my head, parking a hand on my hip. “Even now you’re trying to start a fight.”
He steps closer, removing his shirt and tossing it to the ground. “I’m not starting a fight. I’m making a promise.”
I move closer to him, unable to keep my hands off his solid chest. There’s muscles for days, and he’s tan. His skin is literally the color of strewn gold, and it makes my mouth water. I run a hand over his pec. “Don’t make me promises, Brock. Only while we’re in Vegas, pretending to be a couple can we do this,” I say, laying down ground rules to protect my heart.
He grabs my ass, pressing me against his hardness. “Understood, but it’s been longer than three seconds, and you’re about to be punished.”
I bite my lower lip, blinking my long lashes up at him. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he breathes out, undoing the buckle of his belt. “Willow, my heart’s pounding. I can’t remember the last time I was this fucking hard in my life.”
I watch as Brock removes his belt from his jeans, and gives it a snap. It’s loud, and it reverberates throughout the room. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time my heart pumped this ferociously for another man.
Lake never got my blood pumping like Brock is right now.
“Are you ready to take your punishment?” he asks, his eyes completely blazing with heat. He snaps the belt again, and my mind wonders how he’s going to use it on me.
“I’m not into pain,” I rush out.
“You should have thought about that before you defied me.” He nods over at the bed. “Now, get on the bed.”
I raise an arm to lower the zipper on the back of my dress, and Brock tsks me.
“Leave it on. You didn’t take it off in three seconds, so now I’m going to remove it from you.”
“You are?” I ask, climbing onto the bed. “How?”
He studies me like he hasn’t quite thought everything through, but then his face morphs and he has this wicked smile. “Come here,” he says, stepping up to the foot of the bed.
I’m on my knees, moving closer toward him as he motions with his head for me to turn around. He takes the belt and loops my wrists together, behind my back.
“What are you doing?” I ask, even though I know exactly what he’s up to.
“Willow, you’ve been teasing me all night. Now it’s my turn to see how you like it.”
My eyes widen as they meet his. “Oh,” is all I can say, because honestly this is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever done in the bedroom, and I don’t want it to end.
“Face down on the bed. Ass in the air,” he demands, and I do as he says.
My hands are tied behind my back, and there’s no real way to get into the position he wants without just letting myself fall. I laugh as I do, and Brock pulls at my hips, helping me get my ass in the air.