Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
His smile would light up the night sky. “Really?”
“I swear on a stack of bibles. You think I come like that—and three times—during mediocre sex? Uh, no.”
Grayson rubs his palms together and laughs like cartoon villain, yet again making me giggle.
“I’ll call down and ask for a late check-out now,” I say. I reach for the phone on the nightstand and place the call, and when I hang up, Grayson hoots and fist-pumps the air, like he’s just won the lottery.
“You’re definitely not playing it cool, are you?” I say, laughing.
“How could I possibly play it cool at a time like this,” he says, “after being granted more valuable time with the world’s most beautiful woman? A pulchritudinous goddess beyond compare.”
“I’m a what goddess?”
Grayson rolls onto his side and takes my hand in his. “Pulchritudinous. It’s just a fancy way of saying ‘beautiful.’ I figure you’ve been called ‘beautiful’ and ‘gorgeous’ and ‘stunning’ too many times to count in your lifetime, so I’m trying to find a word that’s never been said to you before.”
I swoon. “Well, mission accomplished. I’m quite certain you’re the first man to call me that. I’ve never even heard the word before.”
I’d never admit this to Grayson, but the truth is I haven’t been called “beautiful” or “gorgeous” or “stunning” countless times. Not by a long shot. In fact, I’m deeply ashamed of how long I put up with being called “stupid” and “ugly” and “fat” in my marriage with Andre. But why on earth would I reveal that to Grayson and cast a pall over this magical, sexy night?
Grayson looks extremely pleased with my response. “Awesome,” he says, his green eyes sparkling in the low light of our hotel room. “Now, if ever you hear that fancy word again, you’ll hopefully think of me and the wrong number that brought us together for one perfectly pulchritudinous night.”
5
SELENA
I sigh with deep-seated sexual satisfaction and grin at adorable, sweaty Grayson lying next to me. Who knew the sweet guy whose rambling dinner invitation to “Katie” would turn out to be such a freaking wildebeest in the sack? By a country mile, he’s easily the best sex partner I’ve ever had!
If I thought that first, explosive romp with Grayson would turn out to be a novelty—a perfect storm of combustion, never to be repeated again—I was dead wrong. As it’s turned out, our second and third times have been every bit as electrifying. Even better, in fact, as we’ve quickly learned each other’s bodies and cues.
Plus, in between all the amazing sex, I never would have dreamed I’d enjoy chatting and laughing with Grayson as much as I have. In fact, when we’re not fucking, Grayson and I can’t stop chattering away, quickly discovering we have a lot in common. For instance, we both love sports, reading, and hiking. We both adore trying new restaurants and watching the same kinds of shows. And we both love animals, especially dogs.
“I’m not going to be able to move tomorrow,” I say, rearranging my naked body among our tangled sheets to press myself against him.
“Oh, no, does that mean you’re tapping out?” he asks. “Because I’m sure I could go at least one more time before check-out, given a little time to recharge my battery.”
I glance at the clock on the nightstand, which reads 4:44, and my heart physically squeezes at the thought that I’ll need to say goodbye to this gorgeous man in mere hours.
“Of course, I’m not tapping out,” I say. “I’m game to go as many times as you can. Give me all you’ve got.”
“Nice.” He chuckles. “So, do you have any feedback for me? I know you said I don’t need to call you Hot Teacher anymore, but, seriously, if there’s anything I can do to improve next time, I want to hear it.”
I run my fingertips over Grayson’s bare chest, tracing his nipple in the moonlight. “Nope. You’re doing things to my body nobody has ever done before. If anything, you should be telling me what I can do better.”
“Not a goddamned thing. You’re sheer perfection.” He pauses. “Have I really done things to you, nobody else has ever done?”
“You think I always react like this? Ha! Some guys I’ve been with literally don’t even know to touch my clit.”
He scoffs. “What? Dude, what’s wrong with them?”
“I really don’t know. Are they really selfish or really stupid? It’s anyone’s guess.”
“Jesus. The best techniques for making a woman come are all right there on the internet! There’s this guy on YouTube called Ball Peen Hammer who literally gives step-by-step instructions!”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. He has tons of videos, explaining what to do. As it turns out, based on how many orgasms you’ve had, his techniques are spot-on.” He snickers. “Or I guess they’re G-spot on, huh?”
The implication of what he’s just said dawns on me. “Wait, so you’re saying . . . before me, you’d never tried out these techniques before? I’m the first woman to reap the benefits of the video tutorials you’ve watched?”