Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I nod and giggle again.
“Yes, I know, and thank you again for the ten grand you deposited into my bank account,” I say. “I appreciate it.”
He nods.
“Of course, baby. It’s no problem.”
But then I cock my head, looking at him with curious eyes.
“Yes, but you didn’t have to, you know. After all, you won the bet, so you didn’t have to pay.”
My handsome lover merely shrugs those broad shoulders, his skin bronzed against the white collar of his button down shirt. “It’s not a big deal, baby. Yes, maybe I technically won the bet because you were able to float in the water, but you deserve the money for your trouble. It was a rough day for you, after all,” he adds with a mischievous look. “Nearly drowning and then taking me in the ass like that, on your first try too. You know I’m big, honey. There are women who aren’t able to do it.”
I stare at him.
“Really?”
He nods.
“I’m ten inches, so there are ladies who can take two or three inches in their bottoms, no problem. But you’re a little butt slut, so you were able to take ten inches your first try. Like I said, you deserved to be financially compensated for your trouble, Petunia.”
My cheeks go hot, but I love the dirty talk too.
“Oh, stop,” I whisper, looking around. “You’re embarrassing me!”
He chuckles. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed, baby girl. It’s a quality of yours, and not a flaw at all. Besides, we’re at Sanctum,” Nico shrugs, looking around. “If I’m not mistaken, we’ll soon see some of our fellow diners taking inches into their sweet bottoms before the night is over.”
I giggle as the woman one table over jerks and then sighs as her eyes go wide. My guess is that her companion just slipped a few fingers into her wet pussy beneath the table, but of course, the tablecloth is blocking the view. I merely giggle.
“Well, I think you’re right, Mr. Matthews,” I say in playful voice. “But I just want to say thank you again.”
Nico grins at me, flashing that mega-watt smile.
“Again, you earned it baby girl and it was the least I could do. Besides, I have plenty of cash, so it’s no skin off my nose. But I want you to learn to swim, sweetheart,” he says in a stern voice. “It’s a life skill that everyone should have, so think of the payment as my form of encouragement.”
I shoot him a mischievous look.
“Some people would call that bribery,” I tease. “Are you really trying to bribe me to learn how to swim?”
Nico merely nods, totally unperturbed.
“Like I said, swimming is an important life skill,” he grins. “So, yeah, I guess I am.”
I laugh again.
“Do you remember when that plane came down in the Hudson River?” I ask. “I guess it would be useful to know how to swim if that happened to me.”
Nico nods. “Absolutely. It shows that anything, even the unthinkable, can happen in NYC, so yes, swimming. I’m taking you for more lessons, baby girl. Just you wait.”
I burst into a fit of laughter before looking down at the menu, and within minutes, the waitress comes over for our orders. Nico takes charge immediately.
“A chicken alfredo with a side of creamed spinach for the lady, and a rare steak with a mashed potatoes and iceberg salad for me,” he growls. The waitress nods.
“Of course sir,” she says. “I’ll put your order in right away.”
Then, as she walks away, he waggles his eyebrows at me.
“So how did I do?”
I giggle.
“You played it safe, Mr. Matthews, because everyone loves chicken alfredo!”
He grins.
“Hey, can I help it if I’m a mind-reader? But thanks for letting me order for you, honey. I like to make sure my dates eat well,” he says before taking my small hand in his own.
I merely smile, swooning a bit.
“Thank you,” I murmur. “I guess it’s good that I appreciate food, right?”
He grins.
“You need to eat, Petunia, to keep your energy levels up. After dinner, we’re going for more lessons, so you’ll be getting a work-out. In my bed, not the pool,” he clarifies.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach, and I smile. It’s a dream to be with Nico, and to be honest, I’ve never felt this way before. Of course, I’ve had random crushes here and there, and even thought I was in love with my high school boyfriend, but it was never like this. Even the slightest smile from Nico makes me melt, and I’m more than willing to let him use my curves morning, noon, and night. In fact, I’m probably coming off like an idiot as I stare at his handsome features like a lovestruck teenager seeing their movie idol in the flesh.
The handsome man merely grins, taking a sip of his wine.
“Like what you see?” he growls. “Baby girl, you look like you’re about to dissolve into a puddle.”