Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Do you always say what you’re thinking?” I asked, pulling my shirt from my pants and rolling up the sleeves.
She nodded, making her way into the bedroom. She crawled onto the bed and knelt on it, looking out the large windows. “I would kill for a view like this.”
“Where do you live now?”
“Off of Burbank Street. It’s a cute little place, and I’m in a good neighborhood. It’s just small. I’m close to Symphony Park, and there’s a Whole Foods right down the block from me. What more could a girl want?”
I nodded, giving her a soft smile.
“What about you? Do you like living in California?” She turned and sat on the bed, her legs stretched out and her cleavage on full display for me to gawk at.
“It’s okay.”
“Do you have a nice place?”
“It has two bedrooms and two baths.”
She tilted her head. “Do you at least have a view?”
I wasn’t about to tell her I lived on five acres of land with a view of the Pacific Ocean. At least, I wasn’t going to tell her yet.
“I do,” I said as I crawled onto the bed. “Are you stalling, Bree?”
She nodded and let out the sexiest little giggle I’d ever heard. “I’m nervous for some reason.”
I paused. “Do I make you nervous?”
With a shake of her head, she replied, “No. But I don’t normally make it a habit to sleep with men I’ve just met. Or my boss’s son.”
I laughed. “Good, I don’t make it a habit to sleep with women I’ve just met either.”
She put her hand on my chest. “You’re single, right? Please tell me there isn’t anyone back in LA waiting for you.”
“I’m single.”
Bree let out a breath.
“You look beautiful in this dress, by the way,” I said.
“Thank you.” She looked down at the dress. “It’s getting rather uncomfortable, though.”
I grinned as my cock grew harder. “I think I can help you out of it.”
“Will you?” she asked. I took her hands and guided her off the bed.
We stood there, staring at each other, both of us clearly hesitant to make the first move. Finally, Bree turned and looked over her shoulder at me. “Will you unzip me?”
I reached up…and saw my hands were shaking. What in the fuck is up with that?
When I unzipped the gown and got a look at her creamy white skin, I nearly let out a moan. Clearing my throat, I said, “There you go.”
She slowly turned back around and moved each strap off her shoulders. Then she dropped her hands and the dress pooled at her feet.
I stepped back and drew in a deep breath as I took her in. She was completely naked.
Mother of God—my cock strained against my pants.
“Fucking hell,” I said, “you were naked under that thing this entire time?”
“I didn’t want any panty lines to show.”
I brought my hand to my dick to adjust it while I let my gaze move slowly over her. “You’re so beautiful. Perfect in every way.”
Her cheeks turned bright pink. I loved how easily I could make her blush, because I had a feeling Brighton Rogers wasn’t the type of woman who blushed easily for anyone else.
“Take your hair down now,” I said, not even recognizing the roughness of my own voice.
When Bree lifted her hands, her pert, rounded breasts lifted as well. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking on her nipples.
I forced myself to look up from her tits and saw her taking down her hair. Watching as her light brown curls fell free around her shoulders was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I itched to run my fingers through her hair. It looked so soft and shiny, like the satin of the dress she’d removed for me.
When she was finally finished, she shook her head, letting the curls fall where they may, and I let out a low groan.
“I believe it’s your turn now, Mr. Morrison.”
“Don’t call me that. It’s my father’s name.”
She curled her lip and shivered as if the thought had just occurred to her.
Never in my life had I taken off my clothes so damn fast. Once I was down to my boxer briefs, I pushed them off and kicked them to the side to join my discarded dress shirt and pants. Bree’s eyes took in every inch of my body, and I had to admit I liked how she looked at me. Like a hungry predator waiting to devour her prey.
Her eyes jerked up to meet mine. “You are…like no other man I’ve ever seen. Everything about you is…well, it’s beautiful.”
I was totally giving my personal trainer a raise. No woman had ever looked at my body like Bree did, and it made me even harder, if that was possible, seeing the desire in her eyes.
Smiling, I cupped her face in my hands and brushed my lips over hers. “Bree, I really hope you have condoms, because this is the last thing I thought would happen when I got ready for tonight.”