Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“I don’t know about you.” I kiss her shoulder. “But if that is how we are going to seal the deal, I’m all for it.” I feel her chest laughing against mine.
“I’m going to need you to tell me Beatrice isn’t watching us,” she says, her head still in my neck.
I look around, not seeing Beatrice anywhere. “I think the coast is clear.” She sits up, and I see her eyes are green as emeralds, her cheeks pink. She looks down, not showing me her eyes. “Hey.” I put my finger under her chin and lift her face to look at me. “Why so shy all of a sudden?”
She groans, making me laugh. “I was a two-bit hussy. I mean, I’ve never gotten to the point in my whole life when I dry-humped a guy.” She puts her hands in front of her face.
“You aren’t a two-bit hussy,” I reassure her, and she looks at me.
“Do you know what a two-bit hussy is?” she asks me, laughing.
“Not even for a second,” I admit to her. “But I’m sure that you aren’t one. Now, since we sealed the deal, how about we eat?” Her face goes white. “I mean, the sandwiches I made.” I can’t help but laugh when her eyes go big. “I mean, I could always eat that, but…”
“I’m going to need you to stop talking right about now.” She gets up. “I’m going to go clean up.” I roll my lips to stop laughing as she puts her boob back into the top. “I’ll be back.”
I watch her ass go as she walks down the stairs before turning back. “Which bathroom do I use?” she asks.
“Mine.” I want her to share my space with me. I wait for the sound of the door closing before I put my head back on the couch. “Jesus fuck, that was...” I look down at my cock, which is still rock hard. “You are going to have to settle down.” I get up and adjust myself at the same time Beatrice comes up and looks at me. “Oh, please, don’t you start. Did you see how hot that girl is?” I ask her. “She’s like a fifty out of ten.”
She just yawns, ignoring me as she walks out to the back deck and smells the air. I walk over to the kitchen, finishing the sandwiches and plating them. I grab a bag of chips before walking to the back deck and placing the plates on the table with the chips. Going back, I grab two water bottles deciding also grab some cans of soda. I’m on my way back to the table when she walks up the stairs, and I stop. She took off her shorts, her black bikini bottom showing me everything. “Are you trying to kill my dick?” I say the words, making her laugh.
“No.” She looks down at my dick and then back up at me. “But the shorts were a bit wet.” I close my eyes and groan when she says that. “Let me take this.” She grabs the plate from my hands. “You can carry the cold water.”
“I need to pour it on my dick,” I mumble as I watch her walk away, which makes it worse since her ass is almost on full display.
She places the plate on the table as Beatrice walks to her and then strolls out to the carpet, jumping into the water. Vivienne laughs as she puts her knee on the bench, looking over, her ass on display now. “Is the water cold?” She looks over her shoulder and catches me watching her.
“I might have to jump in,” I mumble, walking to her as she turns around and sits down, tucking her legs under her. “I brought your fruit,” I tell her, and she smiles at me, her hair blowing in the wind. The smile on her lips is everything. It fills her whole face.
I sit down in front of her as she leans over and grabs a piece of sandwich, taking a bite. “Are we still playing twenty-one questions?”
I smirk at her as I grab a piece of sandwich. “Sure,” I agree, taking a bite. “It’s your turn.”
She shakes her head as Beatrice comes back onto the boat and lies down in the sun. “I asked the last question. I asked you what you did for a living.”
“That’s not fair,” she huffs as she opens the bag of chips.
“Fine,” I say, taking another bite. “Have you ever slept overnight anchored?” she asks me, and I smile at her.
“Look at you growing and asking me questions.”
“Not going to lie.” She takes a bottle of water, twisting open the top. “I literally got heart palpitations when I knew I was going to ask that.” All I can do is chuckle at her.
“Well, to answer your question. I have slept overnight.” I look at her. “Would you want to do that?”