Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“How long have you used prostitutes?”
“From the age of twenty-four up until the day you walked into my house.”
What?
“And the other women you dated?” I frown.
“I continued seeing prostitutes while I was seeing them.”
“Why?”
He shrugs. “I had no real attachment to them. I only saw them once a week. I need sex more than that.”
I narrow my eyes. “No attachment at all?” He shakes his head and frowns. “Up until I met you, I didn’t think I had the ability to love anyone.”
Did he just say…
No. Stop it.
“And now?” I whisper as I pick up his hand and hold it in mine.
His eyes glow with tenderness. “I think you’re a witch who has turned me into this pathetic, lovesick schoolboy.”
I lift his hand and smile against it. “Why?”
“Because I think about you all day, and the thought of being with someone else, having someone else touch me...” He frowns and shakes his head. “It turns my stomach.”
The air swirls between us. What is it about Rome that is making him all open and swoony?
“You know, I’m beginning to think that I’ve never been in love before, either,” I whisper.
He leans over and kisses me softly. “So, what were the other men in your life then?”
“Just… practice.”
“For what?’
“For you.”
He smiles against my lips and we completely forget that we are in a crowded restaurant, our kiss turning passionate.
“I have a new favourite truth serum.” I smile.
“What’s that?”
“Champagne limoncello cocktails.”
Julian is spinning me around the dance floor, even though it’s now 1:00 a.m. We’ve laughed, drank, and eaten our way around Rome. Your Song by Elton John plays as I smile up at my man. We are the only two on the dance floor and the club is nearly empty. My arms are wrapped around Julian’s broad neck, while his hands rest on my hips as we sway. He’s happy, carefree, and everything I knew he could be. I smile as I listen to the words. I’ve never liked this song before, but being here with him, I think it may be the most perfect song in the world.
“I have a confession to make, Mr. Masters.”
“What’s that?” He grins.
“From the moment I met you at the airport, I knew you were special.”
His eyes search mine and he frowns as if battling something internally. “I also have a confession to make, Miss Brielle.”
“I’m listening.” I smile goofily up at him.
His eyes widen, and his lips soften. “When I told you I have never been in love before…. I lied.” He swallows the lump in his throat.
I stare into his big brown eyes.
“Because I’m in love with you,” he whispers.
I frown as my world stops. "But... I thought you didn't know how to love?'
“I don’t.” He kisses me softly. “But apparently my heart does, with or without my permission.”
I smile as tears well in my eyes. “Oh, Julian, I’m so in love with you,” I confess.
Our lips touch in a perfect moment of intimacy, and he crushes me to him, holding me close.
We keep dancing on the dance floor to Elton. Just the two of us… alone.
Staring at each other.
On what may just be the most wonderful night in the history of my life.
Julian
We walk into the room, our lips locked as I guide her to the inside. My cock is hard and weeping, and I kick the door shut behind me. I've never felt like this-this overwhelming need to fuck a woman so damn bad, yet thinking about caring for her the morning after, too.
Loving her.
I bend and lift her dress over her shoulders in one fell swoop. She stands before me in white lacy underwear. My eyes roam down her body and my cock hardens to a painful level. Her breasts are large and firm, her stomach slightly rounded, her hips curvy, and her face…
Her beautiful, pure face.
"Take it off." I kiss her aggressively. "I need you to take it off." I tear my jacket and shirt off over my shoulders, while she fumbles with my belt, panting in desperation as she slides them down my legs and I finally stand before her naked.
Her eyes roam over my torso. “You’re so insanely hot.” She smiles to herself.
I swipe my fingers through her flesh. My girl is swollen and wet; so ready for me.
I put my hand on top of her head and push her down. “On your knees.” I take my cock in my hand and smear the pre-ejaculate across her lips.
She looks up at me and licks her lips. Our eyes lock and nothing else matters when she looks at me this way.
“I’m going to blow in your mouth, and then I’m going to fuck you so damn hard you won’t even remember that we’re in Rome.”
I slowly pump my cock in my fist and Bree opens her mouth. Just the sight of her on her knees with her mouth open sends me into a stupor. My fist jerks harder and harder in response.