Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
I walked over to him and threw myself into his body. Strong arms wrapped around me and held me close. The sound of his heart beating was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever heard.
“I’m not angry with you, Mitch. I don’t even know why I asked. I should have left well enough alone. I only needed a few moments to process it and to stop acting like a child.”
He leaned back from me and looked into my eyes. The way his blue eyes stared into mine had my stomach dipping.
“You did not act like a child. I’m not a saint, and you know I’ve been with women. Oak Springs is one place for this to happen…but not here. We do not have to go to dinner with her. There are other places we could stay, Corina. She’s being a bitch by forcing this.”
I smiled. “No. I want to go to dinner. She needs to see she doesn't have control over either of us, and she needs to see we’re in love and happy.”
His hands cupped my face. “So very much in love and over-the-moon happy.”
“Make love to me.”
Mitchell’s eyes danced with desire. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Holy crap. I look hot.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I took in the black cocktail dress I had slipped on after Mitchell and I took a hot bath together. Before that, we’d had a mind-blowing lovemaking session. The bath was all about me, with Mitchell massaging every single inch of my body. I felt so relaxed afterwards I almost told him I didn’t want to go to dinner.
Almost.
I chewed on my lip as I took in my reflection. Thin spaghetti straps led down to a low-cut, sweetheart bodice that certainly showed off my breasts. Mitchell was going to pass out when he saw me. Of course, the push-up bra only made my chest look bigger. Smiling, I whispered, “One point for me. Zero for Kristi in the boob department.”
Turning to the side, I blushed. The dress was sultry enough, but add in the sexy cutouts at the midriff, and it went off the charts. Not to mention the low, open back that dipped all the way to my waist. The design showed off my curves in the most delicious way. Sparkling sequins were the finishing touch to the mid-thigh hem.
“Okay, deep breaths. You can go out in a dress like this, Corina. Yes, you can.”
Apparently talking to myself had become a new thing over the past few months. I reached for a black sweater and grabbed my clutch. I couldn’t wait to see Mitchell’s face when he saw me in this dress.
Slipping on the black heels, I gave myself another look. My blonde hair was pulled up into a French twist. Simple pearl earrings adorned my ears, and I decided to keep my neck free of anything. It looked sexier to me. I wanted Mitchell’s eyes to travel down to the girls…not make a pit stop on a piece of jewelry.
My phone buzzed and I glanced at it.
Paxton: Send us a picture!
Amelia: Yes! Picture, please!
Waylynn: It better be sexy as fuck.
Smiling, I took a couple of selfies and attached them to the group text message. I’d filled the girls in on Kristi earlier as I was getting ready, and they were all fired up.
With a deep breath, I hit send. It didn’t take them long to text back. Waylynn was first. Of course.
Waylynn: HOT DAMN. Where is our little innocent Corina?
I did a happy dance.
Paxton: Wow. Oh…wow…holy crap. Mitchell is good for you, girl!
Amelia: Excuse me while I wipe the drool off my mouth. If I was into girls I’d be jealous of my brother right now!
Paxton: ROFL
Waylynn: Right?!?!?
I loved those girls. They certainly knew how to build me up.
Me: I love you guys. Okay, I’m heading downstairs. Wish me luck.
Paxton: You don’t need it, sweetie. He loves you and will only have eyes for you.
Waylynn: If he does something stupid, tell us so I can kick his stupid ass.
Laughing, I shook my head.
Me: Night, ladies!
All three texted back at once with their goodnights. One last look in the mirror and I headed downstairs.
Mitchell was sitting on the sofa watching TV. I cleared my throat, and he glanced over his shoulder. The second he saw me, he jumped up and took a few steps back.
“Holy shit.”
My heart was racing. What if he didn’t like the dress?
“Do you not like it?”
His mouth dropped open, and he stared at me. Not one single sound came from his mouth.
“Mitchell?”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Give me a second. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “So, you do like it?”
“Turn all the way around…slowly,” he begged. I turned at a torturously slow speed as I gave him the nickel tour of what was his.