Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
He puts up a hand to stop me. “Misty is nothing compared to you, beautiful, and while the others are amazing—gorgeous, sweet, sexy—you are no less so.”
I breathe in, wrinkle my nose. “I think I may have screwed everything up. Alex and I connected on our date, but then...”
“You don’t have to try to find the words. Alex is a great guy.” Sebastian shrugs. “But he plays by his own rules.”
Before I have a chance to ponder what in Sam Hill he means by that, someone knocks on his door.
“Come on in,” Sebastian calls.
Two staff members enter and wheel in a trolley containing several domed plates and a large pot of coffee.
“Thank you,” Sebastian says.
“We’ll set it all out for you,” one of the staff says.
“Not necessary.” He hands them each a fifty.
“Thank you, sir,” the other says, and they leave quickly.
I keep my jaw from dropping. We were told this was all-inclusive and we didn’t need to tip the staff. Of course Sebastian can hand out fifties like they’re nickels. He’s a damned billionaire.
Sebastian uncovers the plates and dishes up a heaping plate of eggs and biscuits covered in gravy. He adds a few strawberries and hands it to me.
“I won’t be able to eat all of this,” I say.
“Then eat what you want.” He piles a Belgian waffle on his own plate and adds strawberries and whipped cream. “Coffee?” he asks.
I nod. “Sure. A little cream, please.”
He pours my cup and sets it on the small table next to me.
He brings his plate and sits down next to me. “You and I haven’t had a chance to connect.”
I don’t reply right away. Instead, Emily’s gorgeous face pops into my mind. I felt bad about choosing Sebastian after I won the touching game. I still care for Emily, but now I’m seeing that it’s every woman for herself here.
“I’d like to connect,” I say. “How was your date with Heather, though?”
He lifts my chin. “It was wonderful,” he says. “But it was one date. I hope to have many more while we’re all still here.” He takes a strawberry from on top of his waffle and licks it clean of whipped cream. “But I can’t do that if we’re not all still here.”
My cheeks warm.
God, Sebastian Tate is flirting with me! Or is he? Maybe he’s just turning on the charm to get me to stay. But why would he care one way or the other?
A river of boldness flows through me, and I catch a raft. “Do you care if I stay?”
“I do.” He takes another strawberry and holds it between my lips.
I lick the peak of whipped cream off of it. He slides the tip of the strawberry over my lips, tracing them. “Are you as sweet as this strawberry, Ariel?”
I swallow as a bolt of lightning strikes me between my thighs.
These men...
They’re all so good at seduction.
Or maybe I’m just so naïve that I fall for all of it. I fell for Brett. I fell for Alex.
And now...Sebastian.
“I do care if you leave,” he continues as he takes another strawberry from his plate. “I care very much.”
This time I lick the cream and then take a bold bite from the succulent berry.
Sebastian’s eyes smolder. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“A bite from a strawberry?”
“Hell, yeah. I’d like to bite your nipples like that, Ariel. And I bet they’re sweeter than strawberries. And as for your pussy...”
I squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache between them.
He takes one more strawberry, but this time he licks the cream himself, swirling his tongue over the fruit and then biting down as I did.
Oh. My. God.
I draw in a breath, catch another wave of boldness, and then stand. My hard nipples are poking through my tiny workout tank. I lean toward Sebastian, and then I climb onto his lap, straddling him.
He takes a fistful of my hair and pulls me down so our lips meet in a long, slow kiss. It’s not frantic or raw. Yet it’s not gentle, either. The intensity grows like a deep, smoldering need that has been simmering just beneath the surface.
He swirls his tongue with mine, and our lips slide together. When he groans, I feel more than hear it, and I answer with a moan of my own into his mouth. My nipples push into his chest, and I desperately want that bite he promised me.
A moment later, I pull back and break the kiss.
He licks his lips. “You’re delicious. Strawberries, cream, and Ariel.”
I smile into his amber eyes. “I haven’t totally made my mind up whether to go,” I say. “Do you...want to help me decide?”
EPISODE 79
PEACHES AND CREAM
Sebastian
Ariel’s a gorgeous creature, and that slight southern accent makes my flesh heat. In all honesty, I never thought I’d go for her. She’s a bit young for my taste. I’ve been chased by young women since I hit it big with my third album that went platinum, and I’ve been careful. Once I ended up in bed with a sixteen-year-old. Of course she told me she was twenty-five—and damn, she looked it—but I found out her actual age later when her father showed up and threatened to have me thrown in jail. Rightfully so. I paid him off—complete with an NDA drawn up by my attorney—and I learned my lesson.