Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Looks almost haunted,” I tell him.
“I assure you, it’s not.”
He shuts off the car engine, and I step out of the car with my silly Victoria’s Secret bag. We walk the cobblestone path that leads to a covered front porch.
“I have a guest room upstairs that you can sleep in,” he says, opening the front door and leading me into a wide entryway.
The lights brighten as we enter, and he taps at his phone, turning on more lights as we make our way to the sunken living room. “I can give you the tour.”
I spin around. “I’d love a tour.”
He holds his hands out wide. “Here’s the living area. They kept the original fireplace and brickwork, just updated a few features so you can have a roaring fire with the touch of your finger.” He swipes at something on his phone and a fire starts in the fireplace.
“Wow, romantic.”
He blinks and shuts off the fire just as quickly as he turned it on. “Right, and through this doorway is the kitchen.” He leads me into a galley-style kitchen that opens up into an eating area next to a large three-winged bay window.
“I love the old stonework,” I tell him, admiring the backsplash of gray and white stones.
“Yeah, this place is definitely special.” He puffs his chest a bit, looking like a proud parent. It’s cute.
“What made you want to buy it?”
“I drove by, took the tour and fell in love with it.” My heart does this weird skip when he mentions falling in love. “Let me show you something.” He leads me through a set of French doors off the dining room, to an enormous back patio with a large infinity pool that looks like it’s spilling over the hill they built the house on.
“This is breathtaking.”
The pool’s blue lights illuminate the stark beauty of the tranquil scene, highlighting the surrounding lush forest of the Saint Pierce foothills.
“Yeah, it’s nice.”
“Nice? You must live in this pool,” I tell him, glancing at the hot tub connected to the deep end of the pool. There’s a waterfall on the side of the hot tub, and it must be heavenly soaking in the warm, frothy water after a long day at work.
“I hate to say this, but I hardly ever go in.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m usually so busy with work.”
“When work becomes your life, you have no life at all.” I grin at him. “We should go in now.”
Devereaux looks between me and the pool with a furrowed brow. “It’s past three in the morning. Aren’t you tired?”
“Nope.” I bite my lower lip, pondering if I should really do what I’m thinking. It’s not every day you get the chance to swim in a setting like this, so I drag the zipper of my black dress down, exposing my bra. “If you don’t want to go swimming with me, you don’t have to.” A bathing suit wasn’t on my list of things to grab, but this bra and panty set covers more than most bikinis. Well, if my panties weren’t in his pocket.
I sigh and pull my dress back up.
“Wait. What are you doing?” he says.
“You have my panties. So, I only have half a suit.” I hold my hand out. “Can I have them back?”
“Sorry, no.” His gravelly voice pebbles my nipples. “They’re mine.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Our gazes lock, and he looks like a cross between amused and aroused.
“Well, let’s see if you’re a gentleman.” I slide the dress off my shoulders.
“I’m definitely not a gentleman. And I’m not responsible for what happens if you take that off,” he says just before my dress falls to the ground.
“Good thing, because it looks like I’m not a lady.”
He growls as his gaze drops to my bare sex, and he yanks off his suit jacket, draping it over the outdoor sectional that looks like it costs more than my car.
I turn around, giving him my backside. “It’s just an innocent swim.” I dip a toe into the pool, feeling the coolness of the water against my heated skin.
“There’s nothing innocent about a body like yours.” His eyes crash into mine.
My nipples harden at his words, and I move to the hot tub, easing down into the heated bubbly water. “Are you coming in?” I close my eyes and let the water rush over my face as I go underwater.
When I resurface and open my eyes, Devereaux’s standing before me in nothing but his black boxer briefs.
Oh my.
My hungry eyes take in the lean muscles cording his arms before they devour his defined pecs and abs. Above the waistband of his briefs is a delicious V accenting his trim hips and the outline of his ginormous dick. He joins me in the water, broad shoulders dipping below the surface, until he’s right in front of me.