Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Brax grips my hand tightly so that I don’t stumble and I’m grateful for his strong arm. Between the unexpected afternoon romp and the fact that I’m exhausted from travelling, my steps are a little unsure.
My stomach growls in an incredibly unromantic fashion.
Even in the pale light, I can see Brax’s wide grin. “There will also be food at this meeting,” he teases me.
I wince. “I’m starving,” I confess. “So that’s music to my ears.”
He laughs out loud this time. “We’re almost there,” he says as he pulls me along, picking up the pace for both of us. “Come on. We’ll get you a bite.”
The path winds further into the looming darkness, hardly visible in front of or behind us. At last, after a few more minutes, something dark takes shape in the shadows ahead. A light flickers out of what must be a doorway, casting a yellow glow onto the road.
A few more steps and we’ve arrived.
I’m not sure what I was expecting when Brax told me we had to attend a community council meeting. On the one hand, I had had images of my parent’s PTA meetings— school leaders gathered in my elementary cafeteria, a room that smelled of sour milk and gym class. And on the other, I was also envisioning corporate men and women in stuffy suits, laying out the laws of the land with gavels and white wigs as they deliberate in a stiff, gray conference room.
Brax’s version of community council proves to be neither.
The large shadow turns out to be a structure, built of thick wood reinforced with metal rods, painted to match the natural look of the surrounding landscape. The roof, from what I can tell, appears to be thatched like one would expect of an island home. Sturdy, yet understated.
The interior is something else entirely.
Whereas the outside of the building is rustic and plain, the inside is a den of luxury and comfort.
Massive leather couches line most of the walls, as do oversized chaise lounges and fluffy, couch-sized pillows. Tables are lined with food and drink, including baskets of local fruit stacked into impressive towers. The lights are dim but not shadowy, revealing private nooks and a central meeting area.
But what makes the breath catch is my throat is the men. Because standing in the room are a dozen of the most stunning male specimens I have ever seen in my life. I’m surrounded by acres of hard, bronzed male flesh. Strong thighs support heavy chests, and each man has a face like a god. Stern, handsome, and most of all, arresting.
Who are these guys?
Is this a dream?
I swallow hard, my entire body attuned to the pure male energy throbbing in the room. My pussy goes wet as my nipples harden automatically. Is this really happening?
But Brax takes my hand as we make our way into the crowd. He leads me to an over-sized lounger—big enough for at least three people—and settles me into his lap. Slowly, the men take seats around us, forming a circle, bringing me to the realization that Brax isn’t just showing up at a council meeting. Instead, he’s actually on the council.
I try to remain calm, but I can only do so for a second before staring again. After all, each man is better-looking than the last: bronzed, muscular, and wearing next to nothing on their sculpted bodies. For some reason, they’re all wearing thin loincloths and nothing else.
It’s primal. And arousing.
At last, my gaze rests on the man at the center of the group. Authority emanates from this particularly large specimen, his hair a shade of raven. Bright blue eyes take in the crowd before settling on me and Brax.
“So,” the man says, his deep voice carrying across the vast room. “What happened?”
For the first time, my lover looks uncomfortable, jostling me a bit in his lap.
“We met at the beach,” he begins. “As I briefed the council, she disobeyed the resort’s directive to stay within resort boundaries.”
“And you decided to bring her to your home?”
Brax looks even more uncomfortable.
“I did.”
The man nods, his blue eyes trailing over my curvy form.
“Well, she certainly would be hard to resist.”
At that statement, all of the other men let out deep laughs. Even Brax chuckles and shakes his head.
I glance around uneasily, not really sure how to read this room of sexy, serious men who now appear to be having a discussion … about me.
The man across from us holds up his palm toward me in a welcoming gesture. “We’re happy to have you here,” he drawls, silencing the room without having to command their attention. “And please forgive our lack of hospitality. Servers,” he calls. “Some wine please.”
At that, a scantily clad woman emerges from a doorway before mincing over with a bottle of wine in her hands.
“Sir, a ’76 Chianti,” she murmurs politely, her big tits swinging heavily as she leans forward.