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)
Her eyes go big. “Would you be able to?” she asks, and I just nod.
“I don’t really have any warm clothes,” she shares. I smirk, and she rolls her eyes.
“I can lend you some of mine,” I tell her, and she claps her hands.
“Really?” She sits up. “Do we have enough food?”
“I have a couple of steaks I could take out,” I inform her. “Even some chicken, if you want.”
“Are we going to be okay with the power and stuff or like are we going to have to like pedal back?” she questions, and I can’t help but laugh.
“We are going to be fine,” I assure her. “The question is, which room are you going to choose?” I wink, and she just smirks.
“Time will tell.” She brings the bottle of water to her lips. We finish lunch, and she helps me clean up, then we spend the day in the front of the boat on the sun pads. I lie down beside her, and it doesn’t take long before the two of us are making out.
When the sun starts to go down, we make our way inside to cook dinner. I show her the little piece of fake grass I had made for Beatrice to go to the bathroom on. It amazes her, and finally, after dinner, she gets up. “I need to shower.”
“Same.” I get up. My cock has been hard for the last five hours at this point. She grabs her bag from the couch, and I slip my hand into hers.
She starts to go toward the spare bedroom, but I pull her into mine. “You shower first, and then I’ll take a shower,” I tell her as she puts her bag on the bed.
“Are you sure?” she asks, and I just nod.
“It’ll give you a chance to do the whole ‘what’s in the bathroom’ thing.” I laugh at her as I pull open a drawer and hand her a black T-shirt and black gym shorts. “These should fit you if you roll them a hundred times.” She grabs the clothes from me. “Of course, you’ll look sexy in them, which will mean I’ll never be able to wear these clothes again.” She comes to me, kissing my lips.
“I’ll try to look as unsexy as I can,” she deadpans, and I pfft out as she turns and walks toward the bathroom. “If you want, you could come and wash my back.”
I put my hands on my hips and look up at the ceiling. “I’m going to shower in the other bathroom.” I walk out of the room before I change my mind and take her up on the offer.
CHAPTER 23
VIVIENNE
“I’ll try to look as unsexy as I can,” I say to him with his clothes in my hand. I hear him go pfft, making me roll my lips and look over my shoulder at him. “If you want, you could come and wash my back.” I try to tempt him, but all he does is put his hands on his hips and look up at the ceiling.
“I’m going to shower in the other bathroom.” He practically storms out of the room, and I can’t help but chuckle. Walking into his bathroom, I close the door, putting his clothes on the vanity before walking over and starting the shower. I take off my bikini top, seeing that I got just a touch of sun, even though he was practically covering me all day. There is making out, and then there is making out with Xavier. He’s in a whole different atmosphere. Every single time he put his lips on mine, my stomach fluttered as if there was a family of butterflies. Every single time his fingers touched me or grazed me or I felt his body on mine, it was as if every single sense in my body had awoken.
After peeling my bikini bottoms off, I step into the shower and let the warm water run over me before I look around for some soap, and all I find is his body wash. Opening the top, I press it to take a whiff, and it smells just like him. My body wakes up immediately, my nipples getting hard, and my pussy getting wet. I don’t spend long in the shower, getting out and drying myself off. Grabbing his T-shirt, I put it on and it falls to the middle of my legs. I don’t even bother with the shorts, knowing that even if I roll them ten times, they still will fall off. I walk back into his room, going over to the little bag I packed this morning and grabbing the lacy thong I threw in there. Slipping it on and shimmying it up over my hips, I walk out of the bedroom and see Beatrice is on the bed in the other bedroom. She lies on her side stretched out. I stick my head in and see the bathroom door open. “Is he in the shower?” I ask Beatrice, who just looks up at me for a second before putting her head back down.