Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“A hundred.” She shifts in her seat. “But okay. This is good information.”
“It is?”
“Yes. It is.” She takes a breath, releasing her grip on her sweater. “This should add pressure to the situation, but it really takes it off.”
“How do you figure?”
“Well, we’re going to be married anyway. I know we said we’d treat it like a real marriage, but that was still under the guise of the bet. But if we look at it like we’re curious about marriage, even if we don’t really want it, we may as well experience it.”
I like where this is going.
“I’m going to be your wife, Mr. Brewer,” she says, her voice filled with a naughtiness that constricts my entire body. “We’re marrying because of the bet. We’re going all in because we want to.”
Fucking hell.
She lays her palm on my leg precariously close to my groin. There’s enough pressure to send bolts of electricity rippling through my veins but not enough to feel satisfied.
Her hair is pulled back from her face, and the front of her shirt scoops just above the top of her bra. Her nipples are hard, pebbling through the thin fabric of her T-shirt that she leaves bared for me to see.
I fight a swallow, reminding myself I’m flying an airplane.
The tips of her fingers tease my cock. I snatch her hand in a snap and then bring it to my lips. Her hand is tiny, fitting easily inside mine as I press the slightest kiss to her palm. She moans softly, her eyes fluttering closed as I release her.
“Were you being serious earlier?” she asks, opening her eyes. “When you said you thought about me in the shower?”
“And in my bed. And this plane. God knows how many times I’ve imagined you on your hands and knees under my desk with my cock in your mouth while I do business.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
My insides burn as she toys with me. “That’s illegal, I’m pretty sure.”
“Not if I’m willing. What about blow jobs on airplanes? Are those illegal?”
I laugh—a mix of frustration and need—as the lights of Vegas come into view. I’ve never been happier to see a destination in my career.
“November-Four-Four-Five-Whiskey-Xray, cleared to land,” Tower says. “Runway Two-Five-Left. Winds are Two-Seven-Zero at Fifteen.”
I repeat the information back.
“I take it that means we’re almost there,” Chloe says.
“We’ll be on the ground in a few minutes.”
Our gazes connect, and her smile pulls at the corners of my mouth.
She’s going to be my wife.
And I have six months to convince her to make it forever.
Chapter 15
Jason
“This is Renn’s penthouse?” Chloe asks, spinning in a circle. “Holy crap. This is crazy.”
I tip the bellman—cash is king—and then lock the door behind him.
Renn’s apartment is something to see.
Chloe moves through the sitting area, mouth agape, and passes the spiral staircase. I follow her into the atrium. High ceilings open to the loft above, and floor-to-ceiling windows give an unobstructed view of the Strip. A white marble table has been placed in the center of the room. I can only imagine what Renn has used it for over the years, considering he doesn’t exactly host dinner parties.
“If this were mine, I’d just live here,” she says, taking in the twinkling lights below us. “I mean, look at this view. It’s like you’re a princess perched in your castle, looking across your kingdom.”
I sink into a leather sofa beneath the loft and watch Chloe.
“Renn doesn’t even come here much anymore,” I say. “Hell, he’s never really used this place.”
“Then why does he have it?”
“Gannon convinced him to invest in real estate a few years ago. Renn had more money than he knew what to do with, and Gannon was trying to make him more responsible—think ahead and plan.” I sigh. “Dad said something to piss Renn off, so he bought this place.”
Chloe turns to me. “Why would this make him mad? Who wouldn’t be proud of their son for owning this?”
“Well, Dad and Gannon were thinking of a family home in Nashville or a ski château in Aspen. Renn bought a penthouse in Sin City.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
She looks up at the loft. “Does Renn not get along with your dad and Gannon?”
I catch my response before it rolls off my tongue and rethink how to phrase it.
Our relationships with our father are complicated, but Renn’s was the most contentious, especially at the end. I’m still surprised that Renn didn’t put Dad in the hospital after what he did to Blakely. Maybe Renn has more self-restraint than we give him credit for.
“Renn and Gannon are okay now,” I say. “Gannon has always been a little harder to deal with than the rest of our siblings.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I guess because he’s good at everything but not exceptional at any of it. He’s the oldest, and the only thing he can do better than the rest of us is golf. Bianca is the smartest of us. Tate’s the funniest. Ripley’s the most charismatic. I could kick the shit out of all of them.”