Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Rhys walked her to her door. He kissed her good night, after he fingerfucked her. Of course, he probably wouldn’t have done so if Maisie hadn’t rubbed her hand over his length and made him hard again. She liked this brazen side of her.
She opened her door quietly and startled when Dorian turned the light on. Her roommate glared at her, tapped her foot, and kept her arms crossed over her chest. “Where in the hell have you been?”
“Out,” she said, as if it wasn’t obvious.
“I’ve been texting you.” Dorian tapped her foot, but Maggie could see her friend was about to burst out at the seams. She wasn’t angry, but eager to know how her night went.
Maggie pulled her phone from her coat pocket and brought the screen to life. The most recent text came from Rhys. She opened it and smiled.
Maisie pulled her phone from her coat pocket and brought the screen to life. The most recent text came from Rhys. She opened it and smiled.
Rhys
Tonight was fucking amazing. Thank you for taking that ad out in the paper. Don’t forget, this weekend.
“What has you smiling?” Dorian asked curiously.
“Rhys.”
“Rhys?”
Maisie nodded and then she ran to her roommate and hugged her. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Uh . . . you’re welcome? I take it things went well.”
“You have no idea.”
Dorian shrugged. “I sort of do by the looks of ya. If I had to guess, you hooked up.”
Instantly, Maisie’s cheeks flamed. “How can you tell?”
Dorian cocked her eyebrow at her friend. “You look like you’ve been sexed up good.”
Maisie was embarrassed but she wasn’t going to hide it. “So good,” she said, laughing. “Like, he could make me come just by kissing me.” Maisie took Dorian’s hand, and they went into her room. Dorian sat on the bed, while Maisie shimmied out of her dress. “Rhys is a dream.”
“Where’s he from?”
“Here,” Maisie said. “He lives on the island but in Easton.”
“Did you go to his place?”
Maisie blushed with embarrassment. “No.”
“Hotel?”
She shook her head.
“Oh, Jesus, Maise. Seriously? You fucked him in the car?”
“If it matters, he asked me out for the weekend before he fucked my brains out in the back seat of his Range Rover. Twice.” Maisie thought now would be a good time to get a high five from her friend. Dorian paused and then held her hand up high.
“Is he rich?”
Maisie nodded. “I think so. He paid for dinner, in cash.” She walked to her bathroom and then took her panties off. She needed to shower, but washing his scent off was the last thing she wanted to do.
“What’s his last name?”
“Wayne something?”
“Wainwright?”
Maisie’s eyes lit up. “Yes, Rhys Wainwright. He’s in print advertising.”
Dorian shook her head and opened an app on her phone. She typed “Wainwright” into the search bar and then showed Maisie. “Is this the guy you went out with?”
“Yes, that’s him!”
“That’s Rhys Wainwright. The most eligible bachelor in New England, and the owner of that store you always want to shop in but don’t want to spend the money—Wainwright. The one on the Wharf. You just bagged the hottest man this side of the Mississippi, and you have another date with him. Lucky, bitch.”
eight
Rhys had done it again.
As soon as he got back to his car and drove out of the parking lot of Maisie’s apartment, he pulled over and smacked himself.
Hard.
Clearly, he hadn’t learned.
He had sworn off one-night stands. Until he laid eyes on Maisie, that is. One look at her—from her—and he was a goner. His stand-at-attention dick led to every thought he had throughout the night. It didn’t matter what Maisie said or did, he was poised and ready to strike. Rhys swore his dick had a mind of its own when a beautiful woman was nearby.
And Maisie was fucking beautiful. His vague recollection of her from the store didn’t do her justice. Not even close. She was heart-stopping gorgeous.
Rhys drove to his house, swearing each time a whiff of sex washed over him. He would have to leave the windows down to air out his car. The last thing he needed was Trey asking why his car smelled. Would his son even notice? Or was Rhys being ridiculous in thinking his car actually smelled like sex?
He breathed in. Nope, definitely smelled like sex, and as a result the night’s activities quickly replayed in his mind. Maisie on top of him, their eyes only leaving each other’s when they kissed. Her, on her knees, watching him as she sucked him off. Her looking over her shoulder when he took her from behind. Each glance made him wish they were in his king-sized bed, anywhere but in the car. But there was something about car sex that made what they did hotter than fucking in a bed. It was taboo, unexpected, and so dangerous. Rhys could see the headlines now, if they had been caught: Wainwright heir caught fornicating in state park. The thought made him laugh.