Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Here you go, Jules. I got you covered,” he says, his voice animated. Once again, he’s called her by the wrong name.
What Julia doesn’t realize is the seats are heated. I have them controlled by a thermostat on the wall. Her pussy must be on fire right now.
Not even Spencer knows about all my toys. How long can this woman sit there without ripping her clothes off and begging to be fucked?
As soon as she has the water, Julia twists the top and chugs the entire sixteen-ounce bottle of water.
“Are you okay, Julia?” I ask, but I know the truth. She will be fucked, and my cock will show her why she needs a real vacation.
I don’t wait for a response. Instead, I walk to the back of the chair, my hands massaging Julia’s neck and shoulders.
“Sometimes you have to give in to your needs, you know? Let go of all the stress in your life. Take a man like me. I know about pleasure, more than you can ever dream of having, both for myself…and for others. Isn’t that right, Spencer?”
He smirks, his eyes on the woman as well. A light tapping of leather shoes is all the announcement I need to hear.
Derek and Xane have arrived right on schedule. I was right.
“Did Julia tell you all that she has never had a vacation till now?” I ask, but I already know what they will say. “Isn’t that a damn shame?”
“Quite a shame, I must say,” Derek says, charming up with his accent.
“At least she’s in the right place, and in the right hands,” Xane adds.
Laughing, I walk to the door. I tell my assistant to hold my calls and appointments; nothing is going to need my attention more than this.
I’m willing to bet this is the kind of start to a vacation every woman dreams about, and I always win my bets.
Chapter 10
Julia
How the hell did I get myself into this mess?
Here I sit in Killian’s office, trying to get information about resorts and travel agencies, but these four incredibly handsome men seem to have other plans for me.
For a moment, I wonder if Nicole has anything to do with it, but I know better. She might have suggested for me to meet them, but would she encourage me to fuck them all?
I think about that for a moment and realize she might think that this is exactly what I needed. After all, I did tell her once about my sexual history…or the lack thereof.
“What’s going on here?” My voice teeters on curiosity and a little bit of fear.
I can cut the sexual tension in this room with a knife, and I can’t stop shaking from the anticipation.
Imagine yourself sitting in an office surrounded by four alpha males. How would you feel if they hovered over you, taking away all your personal space?
For a second, I wonder if this is why the woman in the bathroom had looked at me strangely. Did this happen to her? Is this place the venue for some rite of passage for all the women who enter the building?
My underwear is practically wet as I think about what I want to do with these men. I have never felt so out of control as I do right now.
Xane is the first one to speak, his voice clear and precise. “We’ve decided to show you what a real vacation is like when you visit our resorts. If you don’t relax on your own, then we’ll teach you our way.”
Xane brushes his fingers through my hair. A few strands tangle, but that doesn’t stop him. He combs right through my locks, showing no hesitation when he pulls my hair.
I gasp but don’t stop him. Why should I? If a six-foot-four god of a man who makes your cunt ache with just his voice wants to do something to you, you let him—happily.
Derek laughs, moving around to stand in front of me. His thumb traces my bottom lip. I think he wants me to suck it, but this is wrong—so very wrong. We’re in a place of business, and yet these studs believe I’m easy prey.
I part my lips and start sucking on his finger, my tongue swirling against the salty digit.
Then, I take his finger into my mouth, all the while thinking, Why I am doing this?
Have they placed some spell on me? Why do I crave them like this? A part of me thinks this isn’t logical—but a bigger a part of me wants this with a burning passion.
“That’s the way, lass,” Derek says, his British accent sending chills up and down my spine.
I’ve always had a thing for men with accents. Even the southern ones make me a little weak in the knees.
Spencer opens the door and tells the assistant that Killian is indisposed for the next few hours.