Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“There are two bedrooms,” he informed me, placing the keycard on the dining-room table before putting his duffel and my bags down. I followed suit, wanting my hands free, and hung my coat over the back of one of the chairs. “The one on that side,” he said, pointing, “is the smaller one.”
I nodded. “What’s the reason you’re telling me that?”
“I don’t—it was just informational.”
Crossing my arms, I squinted at him.
“You’re making me feel stupid, and no one does that to me anymore.”
“Well, two bedrooms is good in case you want to bring someone back to your room. You don’t even have to hang a sock on the door. If it’s closed, I’ll assume you have company.”
His brows furrowed as he stared at me.
I smiled back.
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you.”
“It’s best to be clear,” I goaded him. “Don’t you think?”
He murmured something under his breath.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“I said you’re annoying.”
“Like I’ve never heard that before,” I said with a snicker.
Frustrated huff of air, and then he said, “If you’re willing, while we’re here, I would like to sleep with you.”
My stomach flipped. It was not every day a fantasy came true.
“I’m sure this sounds insane to you,” he went on, “but it’s harder than you think to find a man who’s gorgeous, charming, funny, confident, and able to hold my attention for more than a few fleeting moments. I bore terribly easily.”
“Is that right?”
“Absolutely.”
“But you’re not bored yet?”
His gaze locked with mine. “No. Not yet.”
“So you want the full fake-boyfriend package for the duration of your stay.”
“Yes, I do,” he replied, his voice cracking a bit.
“Well, that would mean that during our time here, you can’t fuck around with anyone else or you will be relegated to the small bedroom.”
“I—”
“Because together, we can take the big one, but if you screw up, you’re the one moving out.” I arched an eyebrow. “Are we clear?”
“Yes, that—that won’t be a problem.”
“How do you know? I could be shitty in bed,” I husked, feeling my desire for him starting to eat up my voice, making it gravelly and low.
He took a shaky breath. “I don’t think so. Not with how you move and the space you take up and how you hugged me.”
“You liked that.” It was a statement because I already knew the answer with how nervous he looked and the wetting of his lips.
Quick nod from him, and I liked how I was being watched, like he was waiting for what I would do next.
“And the hand holding?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve seen you in public, on the red carpet, on TV. You don’t do a lot of touching with your dates.”
“That’s very observant. You must’ve been studying me quite closely.”
I shrugged. “I look at the men, my sisters look at what the women are wearing.”
He nodded.
“I tend to be more hands on with people I’m with.”
“Yes, I got that.”
“So a bit of manhandling doesn’t bother you?”
He coughed. “No. I’m possessive myself when I’m truly engaged,” he admitted. “So I like to see it in others.”
“It just comes out in me,” I confessed. “When I like someone.”
“That’s good,” he whispered, his voice going out on him.
“So you being possessive, does that translate to dominance in bed? Because mine certainly does,” I said with a grin.
Nervous chuckle before he bit his lip. “You’re being very honest.”
I shrugged. “I think it’s important you know that if you want to sleep with me, then I will be the one inside you, not the other way around.”
“That’s good,” he husked.
I smiled at him, closing the space between us, cupping his face in my hands. “You like to be held down.”
His breath caught, and those beautiful lips of his parted in expectation. “Yes,” he whispered, and the sound of him was very sexy.
“You’re perfect,” I said and drew him forward into a kiss.
He opened for me instantly, inviting the closeness, and I could feel the submission in him, the yielding, as well as his desire with how tight he clutched my biceps.
Breaking the kiss, I grabbed his hand, yanking him after me, grabbed my backpack because that was where my lube packets and condoms were, and led him directly into the larger bedroom.
Once there, I let him go, tore down the top covers on the king-size bed, then shoved him down onto the bed.
“I like this decision-making of yours,” he said, chuckling as he toed off his Prada dress shoes and then went to work on his tie.
“Well, you’re beautiful, so why in the world would I say no?” I fished the condoms and lube out of my bag.
“I don’t—I can show you my last test, had to get one for my latest movie and—”
“You don’t want to use a condom?”
He shook his head.
“Well, you have all my information, so you know I’m—”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” I said, peeling my shirt off and leaning over to kiss him.