Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Good, now everyone will get a chance to actually meet without others monopolizing people's time.” Penelope smirks at me.
“She’s talking about me.” Leo gives my ass a squeeze. “I don’t share well.” I fight a laugh as Penelope scoffs. We all know she’s talking about me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her she’s starting to come off as pathetic, but I really don’t want to sink to their level. I need to remain focused.
“Come on.” I grab Leo’s hand and pull him away from everyone. “You need to cool down.”
“Being alone with you is the last thing that’s going to do that for me.”
“You know I never played spin the bottle,” I tell him.
“We aren’t starting now.”
“Nope,” I agree. “But I’ve heard of another game.” I lead him toward the bathroom. It’s the one place that doesn’t have cameras, and no one else will be there right now.
“Where are we going?”
“To play another game.”
“What game is that?”
“Seven minutes in heaven.”
“Quinn.” Oh, there’s that tone of his again.
“We can change the rules.” I lick my lips. “It doesn’t have to be seven minutes.”
CHAPTER 17
LEO
“I’ve never played that game. You’ll have to teach me the rules.” The cameras tracked us to the doorway of the bathroom, but inside this small space, we’re alone.
“I don’t know how to play it either, to be honest, but in school, my friends who did would giggle, and it wasn’t the giggle of someone who’s getting tickled or told a funny joke.” Her cheeks are red. I want to eat her up.
“We can make up our own rules. I can send you to heaven in seven minutes.” I swing us around so that her back is against the door and then lower myself to the ground until my face is level with her thighs. Her hands come down to my shoulders. “You’ve got beautiful legs, kitten.” I run my fingers up the backs of her legs, coming to a halt when I encounter the fabric of her shorts. I press a soft kiss on a tiny mole on the right. Her legs tremble slightly. I bite the skin around the mole, and her knees buckle. “Lean against the door. Let me do all the work.”
“We’ve only got seven minutes,” she reminds me.
“It’s probably six now.” This situation sucks. I hate the cameras. I hate that I’m limited in what I can do with Quinn. I want to carry her off the island and to—my mind halts. Not to my apartment. She’s not a city girl.
“Leo?”
Hearing my name, I realize that I’ve paused, like a video character frozen due to bad buffering. “Thinking about which area I should kiss next,” I reply, and nose the hem of her shorts higher. I can smell her musk, and it makes my cock hard and my mouth water. Who cares about where we’re going, as long as we’re together, as long as I can do—
There’s a banging on the door. “Guys! Guys! Come out.”
“The seven minutes isn’t up,” I snap.
“There’s a storm coming! The producers say we need to meet.”
I sit back on my haunches in defeat. Above me, Quinn releases a soft giggle. “Maybe it’s not meant to be,” she says.
“Don’t say that.” I stare at the outline of my still hard cock. “I can only handle so much disappointment at one time.”
The pounding is back. “Guys!”
I recognize Serena’s voice now. “We’re coming.”
Quinn gives me a sympathetic look and pats my shoulder. “It’s okay.”
“You saying that only makes me sadder.” And gives me boner death. I throw open the door and scowl at Serena. “What’s this about a storm?”
“Sorry for the interruption, but yes, a big tropical storm has suddenly stirred up, and they’re trying to decide whether they have enough time to evacuate us or whether we are going to stay here in our tents.”
“Why is there even a debate?” I grab Quinn’s hand and head for the production building.
When we arrive, all the cast members are huddled in the corner, and no one looks happy despite what appears to be booze in their hands.
“Because the storm is rapidly approaching and there isn’t enough time to get everyone off the island safely, we’re going to have you stay here. The tents are all mounted down into the ground. We’ll leave you enough food and water to last a week even though the storm will pass after a few hours. So long as you stay inside, there shouldn’t be a safety issue,” announces the lead producer.
“And where will you all be?” Emile asks.
The producer waves her hand. “Here. We’re all bedding down here as we always do.”
I hadn’t given much thought to the crew, but I guess it makes sense that there are sleeping quarters for them since they’re on the island the whole time with us.