Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“Oh, my girls likes it,” he whispers in an unrecognisable voice as he begins to let me have it hard.
The water slams into the side of the pool, and it feels like the closer he gets, the deeper his finger and cock feel. “Lift your legs!” he barks.
I’m half scared to, but I lift my legs higher. He throws his head back and holds himself deep inside of me. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as it empties.
“Fucking… hell,” he moans. He continues to pump me full, and finally stills at once.
With his eyes locked on mine, his finger continues to move in and out of me. He’s fascinated.
He’s unable to stop.
I kneel over him, completely transfixed as he explores my body to satisfy his needs.
“Fuck, you turn me on.” He bites my nipple through my bikini top, his finger slowly sliding in and out, and I know he’s making the most of it while he has me like this. “Can we fuck here now?” he whispers up at me in awe.
I kiss his big beautiful lips. “One day.”
He smiles softly and continues to work me, and damn, it feels so intimate and raw.
So unexpectedly good.
Who would have ever thought that this would be a special moment?
He bites my nipple hard. It makes me wince and I wiggle away from his over exploring finger. He’s so naughty.
“You may just be The Devil himself, Mr Spencer.”
He smiles mischievously and fakes a bow. “At your service, My Lady.” He tips me back and bites my neck. “I look forward to our one day.”
* * *
The sun peeks over the horizon, and I smile in awe, sucking in a slow breath.
It’s early and I’m out on the deck watching the dawn of a new day. It’s too beautiful to go unwatched. I wrap my robe around me and smile as the golden glow bounces onto my face and the sea breeze swirls around me and whips my hair.
Heaven.
This place is something else. It’s so exotic and gorgeous… other worldly. I look down at all of the white villas on the cliff below us and I wonder who’s inside of them. Are the women down there as lucky as I am?
My beautiful Spencer is still fast asleep in bed, unaware he’s missing the most perfect sunrise ever. He’s also blissfully unaware of the fear that I have deep in the pit of my stomach. I don’t want Spence to know I’m worried about that stupid magazine story on our weekend away. I’m acting as hard as I can, but honestly, how can I not be scared? I’m shaken to my core.
I imagine Edward and my father reading the story and what they would be saying—or screaming—and I close my eyes with regret.
This is not how I wanted to tell them about Spencer. It couldn’t be farther from how I wanted to tell them, but of course, that choice has been taken out of my hands now. He will be judged before they even meet him. I have a feeling he already has been.
At least by Edward.
My mind goes to him visiting Spencer at work this week and how Spencer was annoyed that Edward didn’t make time to come and see me when he was in London.
If I’m honest, it did hurt my feelings but I would never let on to Spence that it did. It would only infuriate him, and I need to try and make the two of them get along. It will make my life so much easier.
But why didn’t Edward come and see me? I just don’t understand.
A boat is loading down in the water, and I watch the people board. Then as it slowly pulls out, I watch it disappear across the water. I wonder where they are going today? What adventure are they about to have?
I feel two large hands snake around my waist from behind and lips gently dust my temple. “Good morning, beautiful,” his deep voice purrs.
I smile and place my hand up on his face. “Morning,” I whisper. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a log.” He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.
“God, it’s so beautiful here, Spence.”
He smiles as he looks out over the horizon. “It is, isn’t it?”
We stand in each other’s arms for a moment as we drink in our surroundings. “What are we doing today?” I ask.
“Sightseeing.” I smile broadly.
“On mopeds.”
I flick around to face him. “Mopeds?” I gasp. “I’ve… I’ve never…”
Spencer laughs at my sheer terror. “Don’t worry, I’ll be driving. You’re just being my biker bitch.”
“Biker bitch?” I frown. “What the hell does a biker bitch do?”
“Me.” He winks. “You sit on the back of my bike all day, and then you sit on my cock all night.”
I burst out laughing. “You’re an idiot.”
With a huge smile, he bites at my neck and walks me backwards inside the house.