Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He laughs at me. “I didn’t shoot it if it’s any consolation.” He drags me back to the other side as we walk down the hall where he opens what is the bathroom. The bathtub is in the middle of the room with a window over it. A shower stall is next to the bathtub all in glass. White towels hang and are folded everywhere. He opens the only door left in the hallway. I see windows everywhere showing us the lake in the back. His bed is right in the middle of the room. The brown and white covers look like a cloud. On the side is another fireplace pointing straight to the bed. I walk to the windows and see the outside. “It’s a dream getaway.”
“It is,” he says as he comes to me, hugging me from the behind. “Let’s have lunch.” He walks out of the room, grabbing his jacket. “I’m going to unload the car.” He walks out as I go and open the fridge, which is fully stocked.
“How is it your fridge is fully stocked?” I ask him as he puts the food bag on the island.
“I have a couple who makes sure everything is kept okay during the winter season when I’m not here,” he says as he walks to the fireplace, opens it, and starts the fire.
“Are we going to Netflix and chill?” I say as I take out some eggs to cook us breakfast. “Oh, can we have brupper?” I ask him as I look around to see if he has everything that we need in order to do it.
“What the fuck is brupper?” he asks as he gets up and turns around.
“It’s breakfast for supper,” I say with a smile. “It was my favorite meal growing up. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage. All for dinner.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Whatever you want, angel.”
I clap my hands together and say “yes” under my breath. “So you want to have supper for breakfast?” I ask him, taking out the things that he brought for supper, which are leftovers from last night.
“Sure and then I want to have a nap.” He winks at me.
“Max Horton, is that code for you want to have sex?” I put my hands on my hips. “Because I really want to nap.”
He smiles and then stops. “You think it will be okay?”
I tilt my head. “I mean, we can try and see.”
“If it hurts, you need to tell me and we will actually nap.”
I wave my hand in the air as I heat us up some turkey. I get up when we are done, bringing the plates to the sink, opening the water while I feel him at my back. His hands go up my shirt, his palms slowly running up my stomach to my breast. The touch causes me to shiver and goosebumps to come out.
“I really want to nap right now,” he whispers in my ear as I tilt my neck to the side and give him access to it.
He bends his face into my neck where he bites me softly the same time as he pinches both nipples. My head falls back on his chest as my wet hands go to the tops of the sweater. My hands lie on his that are underneath it. His hands leave me as he pulls the sweater over my head. He turns me to look at him.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He rips my lace bra off of me, bending down, and taking a nipple into his mouth. He nibbles down and then sucks it in. He does the same thing to the other breast. Taking his hands, he moves down my sides and pulls my yoga pants down my hips, taking the panties with him. “Step out,” he says, his voice gravelly.
I do as I’m told as I stand here in front of him fully naked. His eyes roam over my body as he picks me up, turns, and places my ass on the counter. My legs dangle over the counter as he steps in between them.
“You take my breath away each and every time,” he says almost in a whisper as he pushes my hair behind me. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” He kisses my lips. I push into him to get more, but he leaves as soon as he pecks me. “You know why I call you angel?” he asks and kisses the side of my lips. “Because you hold the power of me in your hands. You’re pure, untouched, and sometimes I swear I can see a halo above your head.” He takes one leg and bends it, placing my foot on the counter, and does the same with the other foot. I sit on the counter, my pussy open to him. He takes his index finger and runs it down my center, from my clit all the way to my entrance. “You’re so wet for me.” He gets on his knees, his face coming right to my pussy. He blows on my clit, making my body shiver.