Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” I tell him. “She’s a stylist. Her company worked here a few times. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to come here because of all her stories about it.”
“What are the other reasons?”
“Well, the work, the company. Realization Global is an amazing business, but mainly, it was the independence.”
When he kisses my cheek—something he does occasionally—pleasure sparkles up and down my body. I have to remind myself this is real, floating atop the city with the man who makes me think silly thoughts. Thoughts like my womb is really keen to get somewhere private.
“You seem pretty independent to me,” he says.
“That’s the thing. I’ve always felt like I could be, but when you’re living with your parents, it’s difficult to know for sure. So I thought, an overseas internship, months on my own… Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been talking to my parents every couple of days.”
“Have you told them…”
I turn away from the city and look up at him. “About us?”
He nods.
“Do you think I should?”
“You’ll have to eventually,” he says, “because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Hmm.”
He doesn’t have to ask what the hmm is about.
“I know. I disappeared, but it won’t happen again. I’ve just got to stop being so pathetic about m—”
“Tommy, please don’t say stuff like that,” I snap. “It’s not pathetic to have feelings about something that happened to you when you were a kid, okay? If you have to say stuff like that to other people, fine, but you can be real with me.”
He kisses my cheek tenderly, then finds my lips, and we sink into it, collapse against each other, his hands sliding to my hips. With a shudder, he lets me go and ends the kiss.
“Do you know how tempting it is to spank that perfect ass of yours?”
“Who said you couldn’t, huh?”
He smirks. “I wouldn’t be able to stop, and this isn’t exactly private. You were telling me about your independence.”
“Yeah, I wanted to know if I could make it on my own, and I think I can. I’m only nineteen, but I don’t feel immature.”
“I’m forty-two, and I’m more immature than you.”
I laugh. “I don’t feel unprepared for life, you know?”
It’s like I’m making a case for our future, assuring him he doesn’t need to worry about my age.
“I know. I can tell that just by being close to you.” He kisses my head, inhaling like he can’t get enough of me. “By being with you…”
I trail my hand up his arm, squeeze onto his muscle, letting myself savor his strength. It’s unbelievable how solid he is. It’s like he’s carved from stone, and I wish he’d say the words I desperately want to hear.
“You’re mine forever. I’ll never let anybody hurt you.”
Just because he’s attracted—pinch me—doesn’t mean he wouldn’t call the men in white coats if I said something like that to him.
I look around the VIP booth of the London Eye. It’s bigger than the others. If we moved into the middle, nobody would see us unless they had a drone or a helicopter. Tommy maneuvers me so we’re staring directly into each other’s eyes. “Why are you looking so… naughty?”
His hand slips down my hip and around, stopping near my ass. He’s got tension running through him like he might leap on me any second and go into complete possession mode.
“We’re almost at the top,” I murmur.
His hand strokes over my ass, sending tantalizing tingles, and then he leads me backward into the center of the pod. It can hold up to twenty-five people, so it’s roomy.
Tommy takes out his cell phone.
“Are there cameras in here?” he asks. “All right. Good.”
He hangs up, looking at me with a truly savage, possessive glint in his eyes. He seems ready to own me completely, body and soul, every inch.
“I told myself I was going to be a gentleman today,” he snarls, “but you’re too damn tempting for that.”
I gasp in delight when his hand makes contact with my ass, a kiss of a spank that spreads a petal of lust across my body.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Thomas
“Don’t move,” I tell her. “Make it look like we’re just holding each other, but don’t be shy with those moans, either. You sound perfect.”
I cradle her back with one hand, stroking tenderly. With the other, I spank her plump, thick ass. It’s so bloody sexy, the way it ripples each time I spank her, my eager woman with so much size, curves, and shades of her beauty. Some blokes don’t like the plus-size thing, and I’ve never had much of a preference. I was waiting for the one. Now she’s here. I’m so happy she has all this juiciness.
“Stick your ass out just a bit.”
“Like this?” she moans in her beautiful American accent.
Arching her back, she moves her hips so her sweet ass sticks out, giving me the best angle. I want to tear off her clothes and reveal her naked skin. That way, when I spank her gorgeous ass, I can watch it turn red for me, just for me. Bloody hell, I’m almost losing control.