Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
His fork, which was halfway to his mouth, stops, and he sets it down. His jaw ticking. “Talia, what is this all about?” he asks, waving his hand over the table and ignoring my question.
I could lie and tell him this was just my way of being romantic, but something tells me that Kostas will appreciate my truth more than my lie. “I spoke with my mom today,” I say, watching his face for any reaction. His hazel eyes go the tiniest bit darker, and his teeth clench together. Both signs he’s not a fan of my mom. Both signs it’s probably best to keep her out of our conversation for the time being.
“And?” he prompts dryly.
“There’s a college—”
“No,” he says, cutting me off.
“You didn’t even let me finish!” I screech, already losing my patience.
“I don’t need to. You’re not leaving me, ever. End of conversation.”
“Well”—my eyes narrow on his, hitting him with my fiercest glare—“if you would let me finish, I was about to say the college is in Crete.”
Kostas’s eyes soften a notch, and I take in a deep breath.
“I only have one year of school left. I’ve already completed three years, and I would really like to finish. It would mean a lot to me.”
I wait with bated breath for him to say something. Anything. But when he finally does, I want to reach over the table and choke him.
“We’ll see.”
We’ll see? We’ll see? Is he freaking serious right now?
“That’s what my mom used to tell me when I was a child and she didn’t want me to throw a temper tantrum over her telling me no.”
Kostas lifts his gaze from his plate, raising his brows slightly, and then goes back to eating, as if that look is the end of the conversation.
“That’s it?” I hiss. “You have nothing else to say? Just ‘we’ll see?’”
Kostas drops his fork onto his plate, and it makes a loud clanging sound that causes me to flinch. “I’ve had a shit day, and the only thing I want to think about right now is sinking my cock into your tight cunt and getting lost in you. But you made this dinner, so I’m trying to enjoy it so I don’t hurt your feelings. So, yes, Talia. ‘We’ll see’ is the only answer you’re getting from me right now.”
I’m not sure whether to gasp at his dirty words, or swoon over the fact that even after he’s had a bad day, and the last thing he wants to do is sit at this table and eat dinner with me, he is just for the sake of my feelings.
Leaning across the table, I blow out the candle, then stand, making my way around the table and extending my hand. “How about we skip the dinner and move onto the dessert?” I hit him with my most dramatic Marilyn Monroe wink, and Kostas grants me the smallest smile.
With our hands entwined, I walk us outside and onto the deck where I’ve already turned on the hot tub and have the jets and bubbles going. Kostas stands near the edge, eyeing me with lust-filled eyes as I shimmy off my dress, leaving me in only a super-tiny white bikini that barely covers the important parts.
“Did you wear that anywhere other than under that dress?” he asks, his lids hooded over. For a brief moment I want to lie and tell him I have, just to see what he’ll do, but instead I go for the truth. My goal is to calm him down, not rile him up more.
“Nope, only for you.” I saunter over to him, adding a bit more sway in my hips, and he groans lowly, liking what he sees. “Your turn.” He’s dressed more casual than usual, in a button-down shirt and dress pants. No tie or jacket. And he’s barefoot. He must’ve taken his shoes off at the door.
After removing his shirt and pants, and setting them on the lounge chair, I reach for his briefs. Hooking them around my thumbs, I pull them down slowly, bending with them until my face is eye level to his dick. And holy hell, is it a nice dick. It’s the only one I’ve ever seen—Aris doesn’t count because he never gave me the opportunity to take a look before he brutally shoved it inside me—so I have nothing to compare it to. But Kostas’s is neatly trimmed and smooth. He’s already hard, and a tiny pebble of pre-cum is lingering on the tip of his mushroom head.
According to my Cosmopolitan article online, the key to giving good head is to tease, so that’s exactly what I plan to do.
I back up until I’m at the edge of the hot tub, and then I step down inside, taking a few seconds to adjust to the hot water. I pat the edge of the porcelain, indicating for Kostas to join me. Once he’s sitting on the edge, with only his feet in the water, I spread his thighs and grip his shaft lightly with my fingers. He watches me intently but doesn’t say a word as I lift up until I’m hovering over the top of his dick and then take him all the way into my mouth. Remembering the article said to use tongue, I run my tongue along his smooth skin. He tastes like a mixture of salt and soap.