Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Yes…here. Now.”
I traced Winnie’s jaw with the tip of my forefinger, relishing his sharp intake of breath as I stepped closer. He put a hand on the top of his head to keep his hat in place as he tilted his chin, lips parted in invitation.
So I kissed him.
It was brief but potent—a quick brush of tongues, a sigh, and the slide of lips. I released him, my cheeks on fire when I accidentally stumbled into an older man with a professional camera around his neck. What were we thinking? We were in public, for God’s sake. Standing atop of a famous monument, snogging like teenagers was reckless and immature and—
Oh, fuck it.
I pulled Winnie into my arms again and crashed my mouth over his. His hat slipped off his head, his sunglasses went cockeyed, and we definitely had an audience now. I should have been mortified by my lack of self-control and decorum, but I wasn’t. He felt too good.
A wolf whistle and applause snapped me out of my trance. I bent to pick up Winnie’s hat, fixed his sunglasses, then linked my fingers with his and pulled him to the staircase.
We speed-walked along the Champs Élysées—no window-shopping this time, no pausing for carefully curated Instagram-worthy selfies. I noticed him studying the obelisk as we waited for the light at the crosswalk to turn, but he didn’t ask questions and I didn’t volunteer information.
We had more pressing things in mind.
I knew I did, anyway. I wanted Winnie. I wanted him badly.
I wanted him naked in my bed, arms above his head, legs open. I wanted to touch him, taste him, tease him, please him. And I wanted to take my time.
We nodded to the doorman and made our way to the lifts, where we shared a ride with a chatty couple from Texas. Winnie charmed them and I ignored them, staring straight ahead like a statue. The second the doors parted, I sprang into action, key card in hand as I strode down the hall toward my suite with Winnie at my heels.
We didn’t enter the room; we crashed into it, careening against the nearest wall as we came together in a manic embrace with dirty kisses and feverish humping. Winnie broke away with a gasp and tossed his hat onto the desk, then shrugged his suit coat off and motioned for me to follow his lead.
I tugged my jumper and T-shirt over my head, dropping them on the floor. I had a brief thought that I should have started with my trousers. My cock was far more impressive than my no-gym body.
He was obviously open to the concept of a short tryst with a flabby professor who avoided sunshine like a vampire, but I wouldn’t kid myself that he found me…attractive. Not Hollywood attractive, that was for certain. After all, Winnie came from the land of oiled-up, muscular hotties with six-packs, golden tanned skin, perfect teeth, and impeccable wardrobes.
That wasn’t me. Not that he seemed to mind as he was currently attempting to suck on my tonsils as he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled my belt.
I returned the favor, unzipping and lowering his trousers to—
“Bloody hell, Winnie. What are you wearing?”
He licked his pink-stained lips and glanced down. “Lace. Do you like it?”
My mouth went dry in an instant. I swallowed hard and stepped aside to get a better look at the flimsy black fabric covering his rigid cock. He wriggled out of his shirt and trousers till he stood wearing nothing but a bit of lace.
And Christ, I’d never seen anything sexier in my life.
“I—yes. I like it…very much. You’re—God, you’re fucking beautiful,” I whispered reverently.
He beamed and, without warning, launched himself at me.
I caught him with an oomph, sucking his tongue as he wrapped his legs around my waist. It would have been wisest to undress completely before attempting to waddle with my knees trapped in my khakis, but there was no way I was letting him go.
I held his bare arse, squeezing his flesh as I shuffled into the adjoining bedroom.
Good news, housekeeping had been in, so it didn’t look as if a hurricane had blown through. Bad news, my computer bag was where I’d left it, protruding from behind the bin next to the nightstand. Needless to say, I tripped over the bag and we both went flying toward the bed.
Winnie squawked and gasped for air when I landed on him like a wrestler taking an opponent out on the mat.
“I’m sorry. I—”
He cut me off, smashing his lips to mine as he snaked his arms around my neck and pulled me in like an octopus. We rolled on the freshly made bed, batting pillows aside and losing excess clothing in between searing kisses. Except for the lace.
“I know this wasn’t supposed to be part of the plan, but you feel so good,” he hummed. “We don’t have to do everything. We can stop whenever you want. I just want to—”