Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Oh my gosh, Chance. This is so perfect.” We picked out a place to sit, something that came with the hotel we’re staying at, not that this place didn’t cost a whack—it did. But it’s guaranteeing me two things, uninterrupted time with Peyton and seeing my brother. Not to mention, it’s a nice tax write-off. Sometimes it pays to work your ass off for your own company. It wasn’t an easy gig. I started working from the bottom at the age of sixteen during the summers. I knew I didn’t want to be the lower man on the totem pole the rest of my life. That’s why when I was old enough and had enough credit, not to mention money socked away, I founded Adams Construction. My parents were in my corner all the way, which didn’t mean they helped fund my business, not at all. No, they were there cheering me on the entire time. We were a working-class family. My mom stayed home with us boys until we were both in school, then she got a job at the school to match our hours and holidays. Dad worked in the mines, working his ass to the bone. They somehow made it work. My brother knew he was made for bigger things and enlisted in the Navy. And me, well, it’s taken me well into my thirties to have a nice slice of life. Not that I don’t work beside my men on most days, and Peyton helps make that happen more times than not. Hell, if it wasn’t for her, I’d be gray-haired and stressed more than I am now.
“Nah, baby. That’s you.” I squeeze her hand. Peyton places her bag on the lounge area. I’m thankful for the half shade umbrella type setup they have. I don’t want Peyton or myself to burn.
“You can’t say things like that, not out in public,” she breathes out, her voice loud enough for my ears only.
“Not sure I can agree with that. You ready to put some sunscreen on and meander on the beach?” Sue me, I’ve heard her talk to her sisters and cousin many times over the past month after I told her about the working vacation we’d be taking. Honestly, she won’t be working that much, and neither will I.
I’ll probably take an afternoon to see what my brother wants done to his place, go over there, have Peyton with me just to nail down the budget and what we can get him at cost. I’d like to say I could oversee this project, work on it with my own two hands, but that won’t be happening. Not unless work gets busier and I open up shop down here. It might be something to think about. That would also mean being away from Peyton, unless there’s another way. I’ll definitely have to think about that.
“Yes, do you mind doing my back?” Christ, Peyton is really trying to kill me. Even though I offered to put sunscreen on her, once my hands glide over her smooth skin, there’s no telling how long I’ll be able to resist taking her back to our hotel room and have my lips following the same path as my hands.
I grit my teeth, move my body behind hers, and grab the lotion without saying a word. When she grinds her ass on my thickening cock, I know I’m done for.
“Fuck, Peyton.” I drop the lotion as my hands grip her hips, slowing her down.
“What?” she throws over her shoulder, a mischievous grin playing on her face, though she doesn’t stop either. Instead, she wraps her arms around my neck her back to my front, causing her breasts to lift up. Her head is in the crook of my neck, and her lips find the underside of my jaw.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, baby, don’t you.” I give her access to what she wants, her lips on the column of my throat. Thanking my lucky stars that this area has a closed-off area so not everyone can see me wanting her on my cock.
“Maybe, but can you blame me?”
“Not at all, but you asked for the sun and sand. So, that’s what you’re going to get. Now, stop grinding on my cock, woman.” Peyton turns back around. My arms wrap around her middle, squeezing her to me one more time before I torture myself again.
She hands me the tube of sunscreen, and I get to work, reluctantly, but just the same, there’s no way I want her burnt, not when I finally get to have my hands on her later tonight.
“Your hands feel so good, right there.” Her head tips forward.
“Christ, we’re not going to make it to the beach today, baby.” I massage her neck to hear those soft purrs of hers.
“Sure, we will. I’ll make it up to you, even if I do have to stand in front of you the entire time we’re around other people.” She grabs the tube and does a quick and thorough job of slathering it on her front. Then Peyton is standing up, her hand reaching for mine.