Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she says, “but afterward, we should continue where we left off.”
When I raise a brow, a bit shocked by her forwardness, she shakes her head.
“I was talking about the pitch.” She pushes off my chest and climbs off the couch, stumbling toward the door like she’s drunk from our kiss. “Let’s go, Parker,” she yells behind her. “I’m starved.”
Jesus, after that kiss, I am too. But it’s sure as hell not for food.
“I forgot how beautiful the beaches in Maui are.” Ana sighs in awe as she takes in the view of the sunset on our balcony while the only view I’m interested in is her.
Her hair is up in a tight ponytail, showing off her slim neck, which I want to kiss every inch of. She’s wearing a strapless white floral minidress with a pink-flowered lei she received when we arrived hanging around her neck. She looks beautiful, and the only thing I want to do this week is get lost in her—even if we are here for Ryder’s wedding.
After dinner, despite my best efforts, nothing else happened between Ana and me. At brunch on Sunday, we ended up pitching our idea to Samuel when it got brought up, and from there, everything went into overdrive.
We spoke with Ronan, and after he agreed to the collaboration—and his agent gave the green light—we moved forward full force.
The event is taking place in less than a month, and with us being here for this absurd wedding, that leaves us less than three weeks to handle all the arrangements.
The team back home is working on it, but Ana is hands-on, like I am, so we’ve been buried neck deep in the details.
The three days before we got here, we worked damn near around the clock, not having a moment to ourselves. And when we got home, both of us were too tired to even think about taking things further—okay, obviously I thought about it, but I was too exhausted to do anything about it.
Our eight-hour flight here was spent with us catching up on our sleep, and now, I’m awake and ready to see where things can go between us. I just have to hope she’s on the same page.
“We have the day to ourselves,” I tell her, resting my hands on the railing and caging her in from behind. “What do you say we get some brunch down by the pool and spend the day relaxing? I booked us a private cabana.” I lean down and give her heated flesh a kiss, making her shiver in response.
“I’d say that sounds like heaven.” She turns slightly, and her eyes home in on my lips.
With her gaze filled with lust, I assume she’s going to kiss me, but instead, she ducks under my arm and steps back inside.
“I’m going to get my suit on,” she says, leaving me standing on the balcony alone and wondering if maybe she regrets our kiss the other night and isn’t interested in anything more happening between us.
A few minutes later, she comes out of the bathroom, sporting a tiny black bikini with gold hoops on each of her hips and one in the middle of her breasts, holding the fabric together. The swells of her breasts are on display, along with her toned stomach, and when she walks past me, the bottoms of her ass cheeks are peeking out. The bathing suit covers a lot more than the one she wore the day on the boat—probably because her family and coworkers are here—but it still shows off her gorgeous body.
“I’m ready,” she says after throwing her see-through cover-up on.
Her gaze slides down my body, checking me out—I changed into my boardshorts while she was changing and haven’t put on my shirt yet—and with the way her hazel eyes darken with lust, I’m about to change our plans and not leave this room until I’ve fucked her any way she’ll let me—at least two times.
But when she slips on her flip-flops and saunters to the door, I snap out of it, snatch my shirt off the bed, and follow after her like a damn puppy.
“Do you think we could get my dad on board with moving the company headquarters to Maui?”
We’ve been switching back and forth between the beach and the pool all afternoon, and now, we’re lying on lounge chairs under a large canopy on the beach, only a few feet away from the water. Anastasia’s using her elbows to prop herself up, and in doing so, her breasts are jutted out. She’s slick from the oil she used earlier, and the thought of sliding my cock between her tits is stuck in my head.
“Huh?” I ask, knowing she asked something, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what.
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head and is about to give me shit when Ryder comes running over.