Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Hi, Zoey,” she says to me, extending her hand. “I’m Sammy, welcome to your very own sip and paint.”
“Thank you, Sammy.” I shake her hand before turning to Nash. “I can’t believe you did this.” I can’t stop the excitement of my voice. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Neither have I, but it looked like fun,” he replies, walking over to a bottle of wine and pouring me a glass. “Time to start sipping.” I take the glass from him, waiting for him to fill his own glass before holding it up to toast with him.
“To sip and paint,” I say, clinking my glass with his before looking around to make sure it’s just the two of us. “Also, just so you know”—I get up on my tippy-toes to whisper in his ear—“I’m not wearing any panties either.” I kiss him right beside his ear, and he can’t help but wrap his free hand around my waist, his hand moving down to palm my ass. “You can search, but you’ll come up empty-handed.”
He closes his eyes. “How excited are you for tonight?” His question surprises me. “Like on a scale of one to ten, if I kicked everyone out right now so I could fuck you on that table, would you be upset?”
I put my head back and laugh at him. “Very,” I tell him the truth and then turn my head when I hear footsteps coming back into the room. Sammy walks in carrying two clear bins in front of her. “What are we going to be painting?” I ask Sammy as she puts down the two clear bins.
“Cherry blossom trees,” she answers with a smile. “Take a seat whenever you are ready.”
I look over at Nash. “You can’t be trusted with anything I say.” I told him a couple of weeks ago that I saw a picture of the cherry blossom trees they have in the spring in China.
“That’s not true.” He pulls me even closer, and I melt into him. “You just have to know that once you say it, chances are I’ll do whatever it is in my power to make it come to life.”
“Well, with that said,” I say, handing him the envelope, “this isn’t anything you said, and it’s probably silly.” I suddenly get nervous when he grins at me, grabbing the envelope. I watch his hands turn over the envelope holding my breath as he opens it, pulling the little booklet out that I spent the past week doing in secret.
His eyes go big when he reads the front of it: Nash’s Naughty Coupon Book. “What?” He chuckles before flipping the front to see the next one. “Oh, I like this one,” he says. “Redeem for a day of your personal nude maid service.” He winks at me and flips the page. “Forget it, I like this one better, thirty full minutes of oral.” I roll my eyes.
“You get that anyway.” I pick up my glass of wine to take a sip as he flips to the next one.
“One lap dance!” He nods. “Yes, please.” He grins before turning to the next one. “Use for a naughty free wish. I have a wish right now, and it’s with you under this table.” He flips again. “Playtime in just heels.” He puts his head back. “I’ve never been so hard in my life. One new position every night for a week!” He looks over at me. “I’m going to get very creative for this one.” I have to cross my legs because he’s not the only one getting turned on by this. “One sex session. Anytime, anywhere. Right now, right here.” He makes me laugh. “I will do anything you ask for an entire day!” He closes his eyes and groans. “I am literally going to have to go to the bathroom and jerk off,” he says, and I can feel my cheeks getting hot. I didn’t think he would read them all aloud. “One erotic movie night. Would we recreate what is on the screen?” he asks, and I shrug because at this moment right here, I would agree to anything. “You choose the toy tonight.’” He shakes his head. “Baby, baby, baby.” I’m about to snatch it out of his hand. “A sexy all-nighter.” He looks at me. “I might have to redeem this tonight,” he says before reading the last one. “You pick the hole.” He tosses the booklet on the table before he pushes his chair away.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, grabbing his wrist.
“I’m going to kick everyone out of our house so I can use some of those coupons," he says, his eyes filled with lust, and I roll my lips.
“Nash,” I hiss at him. “I have to enjoy my gift, and then you can enjoy your gift,” I tell him, and he looks up at the ceiling as if he’s saying a secret prayer.