Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
My plan was to return it.
Maybe I should wear it instead.
My sex dampens as I pull it on, turning to the side and imagining Walt’s reaction to my backside being on display. I hope he makes a scene. I hope he puts me over his knee and spanks me, shouts at me. Takes me to bed and never lets me out.
Breathless with anticipation, I throw on a pair of shorts and a tank top over the pink bathing suit. Slide my feet into a pair of flip flops. Finding my room key and phone, I leave the room and go down to breakfast. When I arrive at the buffet, almost everyone is there. Wanda gives me her characteristic hangover wince and wave, burying her face back in the crook of her arm. Her father is sitting beside her and he gives me a speculative look before quickly glancing away. It didn’t occur to me until now how it must have seemed when I left with Walt and never returned to the bar last night. Is Wanda’s father suspicious?
How could he not be?
Picking up a plate at the buffet, I start to heap on fruit, eggs and potatoes, but my arms nearly go limp when Walt strides into the breakfast room. On cue, my mouth begins to water for something very different than hash browns.
His hair is semi-damp from a shower and he’s wearing a tight gray T-shirt that stretches and strains over his pecs, sunglasses tucked into the neckline. Black board shorts.
Every non-related woman in the room stops to watch him pass, soaking up the sight of a capable man. I want to stab them all with my fork. But I’m appeased when his attention travels right through everyone else and sticks to me. A line jumps in his cheek and then he’s walking in my direction, his eyes traveling down the front of my body with a mixture of resentment and hunger. Upon reaching the buffet, he snatches up a plate and comes to a stop beside me.
It's only now that I notice his breathing is shallow.
“Good morning,” I murmur, frowning. “Is everything okay?”
“No.” Briefly, he glances around, seemingly to see if anyone is within earshot. There’s no one there, though. Apparently, everyone has already eaten. “I heard you fucking yourself through the door.” He stares at the crotch of my jean shorts, his eyes taking on a glassy quality. “Did you finish?”
I swallow a whimper, turned on simply from having this conversation with Walt in public. Turned on by the fact that we speak to each other in a way that is so intimate. “Of course not.” I give him a sideways glance, peeking up at him through my eyelashes. “It’s your job to finish me.”
His chest rises and falls on a shuddering breath. “It’s not even nine a.m. and you’re already driving me crazy.”
“Better teach me a lesson,” I whisper.
A growl kindles in his throat. “You are playing with fire, little girl.” With agitated movements, he begins to load eggs onto his plate. “You’re wearing a different bathing suit.”
I jolt with surprise. “How can you tell? I’m wearing clothes.”
“Those aren’t clothes. Those are a dick tease.” He leans down, speaking an inch from my ear. “Those shorts are so far up your ass crack, it should be illegal.” He tosses the silver spoon down, picks up the next one. “As far as being able to tell that you’re wearing a different bathing suit…I had the shape of your tits memorized the second I saw you strutting down the beach. That suit pushes them up even higher. Makes them look rounder and brattier. Ready to send men to an early grave before they’ve had a goddamn cup of coffee.”
Despite the fact that he’s reprimanding me, a giggle rises in my throat. “You’re so grumpy. Is this how you spoke to the troops, General?”
One corner of his mouth tugs reluctantly. “The way I spoke to the troops isn’t fit for your innocent ears, little girl.”
“My ears aren’t innocent anymore. Not after last night.”
His hand pauses in the act of reaching for the bacon tongs. “No. I suppose they’re not.” His throat muscles tighten on a swallow. “But at least your body is still innocent. I managed to get that part right.” He lowers his voice. “My son has to suspect what’s been going on, Coco. And if he suspects some inappropriate shit has taken place, Wanda won’t be far behind. I don’t want to ruin your friendship with my granddaughter. I don’t want to be a cradle robber in the eyes of my family. Fuck, angel baby. I want you so bad, but I’m trying to do the right thing and you’re making it a lot harder in those tight little shorts.” Very briefly, his gaze turns adoring. “You’re making it a lot harder with that beautiful face and that giggle and everything that comes out of your mouth. Please have mercy on an old man.”