Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I grinned at him and said, “You know, for a filthy rich dude, you’re alright, Beau.”
That made him laugh, and he told me, “You’re alright too, for someone with the fashion sense of my eight-year-old daughter.”
I adjusted the unicorn headband Millie had slipped onto my head over an hour ago, and my grin turned into a big smile. “You’re just jealous, because I make this look good.”
After we dropped the family of three back at the villa’s dock, I moved up to the seat beside Wes and said, “I’m so glad not everyone you’re related to is a total douche.”
“Me, too. You’ve certainly won over Camille and her family. My sister and I are closer now than we’ve ever been, and you’ve played a part in that. Also, that was the warmest and most relaxed I’ve ever seen Beau, and it goes without saying Millie adores you.”
“It’s mutual.”
Wes rested his hand on my knee as he asked, “What would you like to do now? We can either keep exploring or go and rest up at the hotel.” We’d gotten a text from our concierge half an hour earlier, telling us our suite was ready.
I shot him a flirtatious look. “I’d like to go back to our room, but I really don’t want to rest.” He immediately changed course and made a B-line for the hotel.
Jason was waiting for us at the end of a long dock, which was lined with adorable, thatch-roofed bungalows. Ours was the last one in the row. It faced the lagoon with its back to the other bungalows, which made it seem a bit more private than the rest. It was also the biggest of the lot.
Wes thanked our concierge for our key cards and asked for privacy the rest of the afternoon. Then he opened the door for me, and as we stepped inside I whispered, “Wow.”
It was more than a suite. It was a house with a comfortable living room, two bathrooms, a big bedroom, a den, and a private deck with its own hot tub and a compact infinity pool. Skylights bathed each room in sunlight, and there were potted plants in every corner, which complemented the natural color scheme. In the center of the living room floor, a large, clear acrylic panel provided a view to the lagoon’s blue water and abundant sea life. As a wonderful finishing touch, and probably because this was the honeymoon suite, a side table held a floral arrangement, a large basket of fruit and treats, and a silver ice bucket with champagne.
“This is all just unbelievable,” I whispered, still in awe. “Thank you so much for bringing me here.”
Wes came up behind me and ran his hands down my arms. “My pleasure.”
I turned to face him and kissed him gently before saying, “I need a shower. Will you join me?”
“Absolutely. Indoors or out?”
“There’s an outdoor shower?” When he nodded, a smile spread across my face. “That sounds like heaven.”
It really was, too. The shower was out on the deck, enclosed by teak walls and open to the sky. We stripped down and stood under the warm water, and Wes took his time washing me. He shampooed and rinsed my hair first, then lathered my skin with soft caresses. It was tender and soothing, and I relaxed under his touch.
Once I was clean from head to toe, I smiled at him and said, “My turn.” I rubbed the lemony body wash between my palms and massaged his shoulders before working my way down his chest. I traced his pecs with my fingertips, memorizing the contours of his body, and then I soaped up his stomach and hips before running my hands over his cock and balls. He was semi-hard like I was, but we both wanted to make this last, so I just left it at a couple of sensual strokes before going on to wash the rest of him.
After I finished and we dried off, we went into the bedroom. I retrieved the condoms and lube from my luggage and moved them to the nightstand while Wes stretched out on top of the fluffy, white duvet.
The room had two sets of double doors, one leading to the deck at the back of the bungalow, the other to a private patio off to the side. I opened all of them, and a warm breeze stirred the sheer, white curtains and carried the briny scent of the sea.
When I joined him on the bed, Wes put on his glasses and picked up a bottle of lotion. He rubbed some of the scented moisturizer between his hands and slowly worked his way down my arms and legs, then over my chest and back.
We were in a pool of sunlight, directly beneath a skylight, and he was on a scavenger hunt. Every time he discovered another of my white ink tattoos, more noticeable now against my tan, he commented on it and traced it with his fingertip. He also asked me to explain what all the song lyrics inked onto my body meant to me.