Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“I’ll run you a bath,” Mark decides aloud. “We can have dinner sent up,” he adds, smiling as he shimmies away from me and gets off the bed, making me groan like a child. I don’t mean to. It just comes out when I don’t feel his body close to mine. It’s almost like losing the only part of me I like.
“How could you want more food?” I ask, covering my immature outburst. “You ate like half the ocean and a cow a few hours ago at the restaurant.”
I couldn’t think about food after the day I’d had. Mark only gives me a knowing look as he slides into his tighty-whities undies, the kind that models advertise, and they look way better on him than anyone else I’ve seen. Not that I look at that sort of thing.
“I’d just like to have a special dinner with you,” he says softly, creasing his mouth and making my heart melt.
“Now lie there and be beautiful and I’ll run you your bath,” he commands as if I’m an invalid. I think Mark should know as well as I do that, yeah, I’m gonna be a bit tender down there for a while. The man didn’t hold back. I kinda was actually begging him for it more than a few times, but it’s the best kind of sore I’ve ever known. Maybe I’ll feel better after dinner. Practice does make perfect, after all.
I don’t mean to, but with the sound of Mark humming from the bathroom mixed with the scented sounds of running water, I fall asleep. Mark lifts me and wakes me from a doze. I nuzzle into his naked chest as he carries me to the bathroom. I’m instantly awakened by his touch and his scent. That hypnotic natural man smell he has mingles with whatever’s in the bath.
The large, white-tiled bathroom is dotted with little red votive candles, glowing like tiny hearts, making my own heart swell as he sets me down and helps me into the bath. Perfect temperature, perfect amount of bubbles. There’s only one thing missing.
“Aren’t you coming in?” I ask, looking up at him, my eyes resting on his ample bulge still shrouded in those tighty-whities.
“I’ll be here,” he says, shooting another knowing look and stifling a smile to himself. “Just gotta few things to straighten up out here.”
I want to get huffy again, but apart from it not working on a man like Mark, it wouldn’t achieve anything. I guess he can’t be with me every single second of the day. It would make going to the bathroom awkward, so maybe I need to ease up on the neediness.
He leans down and kisses me on the lips, lingering long enough that his hand strays into the water, his fingers teasing their way up the inside of my thigh. I slide back like a chicken being hypnotized, instantly relaxed, and more than grateful when those same fingers trace a gentle path around the outside of my sex.
That a man his size and strength can be so gentle and powerful is another one of his superpowers—my hero.
“I’ll be in soon,” he says cryptically, finally moving out into the suite, the front of his undies looking much fatter than a moment ago.
While I doze in the tub, I hear him on the phone. His low, deep voice is like sonar under the sudsy water I’m soaking in, pinging through me and hopefully bouncing back to him so he can feel just as good as he makes me feel. Whatever he’s doing out there, I just know it’s all about me. About us.
I’m glad I let Mark take the lead today. He’s made everything so perfect. The restaurant, the hotel suite…
The everything-in-white hotel suite with a four-poster bed and candles everywhere… The bridal suite?
Holy shit!
My eyes snap open, and I reexamine my surroundings. I can see out to the bedroom, and even without the bunch of candles Mark lit, it would be pretty obvious. I gulp hard, feeling a knot forming in my belly, but my anxiety quickly turns to a purr.
“The bridal suite…” I murmur.
It could be the perfect end to the perfect day.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Mark
If I’d had a month to prepare for today, I know it couldn’t have gone any better.
Sure, I wanted to spoil Melissa a little more, but now that she’s mine between the sheets, it’s time for phase two: Operation Wifey.
Having her soak in the tub isn’t just to keep her prying eyes from what I have planned. It’s a must-have thing sometimes… a girl having her me-time soaking in a tub and doing nothing except being beautiful and perfect like she is.
I’ll be joining her soon enough, but there’s a lot to get done, and me being me, I get things done in record time and with plenty of class along the way.