Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Yes. I’m taking you out on a date. Dinner…wine…candles…sex.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Are you serious?”
“I am.”
“You call that a date?”
“I do.”
I shake my head. “You’re so lame. That date sounds terrible.”
He lifts a brow. “What part?”
“Well…just the candlelit dinner part. With wine. I’m not much of a wine drinker. And I don’t like fancy restaurants with candles. It’s not me. To be honest? I wasn’t aware places like that actually existed, outside of movies and books.”
“They exist. But you’re right. It’s not you.” His eyes darken and his fingers brush across my temple. “You deserve something much more special than that.”
“I do?”
“Yes, Penelope. You most certainly do.”
Heart flutter.
Belly flip.
Pop rocks.
Clit tingle.
“So where are we going?”
“To do something you love.”
“How do you know I love it? Did I tell you?”
He grins. “No. But trust me. You’ll love it.”
I have to bite my lip to keep from telling him I love him. Instead, I just smile and curl into his side. I lean my head back so I can look into his eyes. So he’ll know that what I say is true. And genuine. “If I forget to tell you later….”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Pretty Woman.” He rolls his eyes. “You had a good time tonight.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
I’m so in love.
We’re on our way back to the hotel and I’m seriously considering letting Jake put it in my butt. I mean, if he wants to. Because after the night we had…how can I not?
He said I’d love it.
I did.
Why?
Because this motherfucker took me river dancing.
Yes.
He.
Did.
He booked a class. With a professional river dancer. And I, along with ten others, earned a certificate for completing the intermediate level of dance at Acreas Irish Dance Academy.
But did the night stop there?
Nope.
Our next stop was dinner. But not just any dinner. It was a dinner and improv show. Where we had to act out scenes from different eras as we ate…you’re not going to believe this…chicken wings.
Then we went to a little bar that had Christmas lights strung across the ceiling and concrete floors and a really old juke box and they only served beer. Not any of that fancy beer either. The good stuff—Budweiser.
And we shot pool.
And played darts.
And had there had been anyone else in there, we might have gotten into a bar fight with them.
It was perfect.
Jake Swagger is perfect.
Tonight?
Perfect.
And the night is still young.
We arrive at our hotel and Jake is in full That Guy mode—powerful. A little arrogant. He walks with his chin up. Back straight. Aware of everything around him. Politely ignoring the stares. Offering a courteous head nod at the appropriate times. Growing a little taller whenever he’s addressed as, Mr. Swagger.
Welcome, Mr. Swagger.
We’re pleased you’re here, Mr. Swagger.
The stairs are this way, Mr. Swagger.
Eighteen flights of stairs later—which I didn’t even ask him to carry me up because I swear I floated the entire time—and we’re in our room that looks like the Penthouse Suite at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas. Not that I’ve ever been, but I’ve seen The Hangover. The only thing this hotel room lacks is Mike Tyson on the piano and a tiger in the bathroom.
I didn’t even know Topeka, Kansas offered rooms this luxurious. Although I wouldn’t doubt it if Jake called ahead and had them build it just for him.
When the door to our suite closes behind the annoying guy who followed us around the miniature mansion to see if everything suited our needs, I turn on Jake and bat my lashes at him. “Are we alone now, Mr. Swagger?”
His eyes caress me from head to toe.
I take a step toward him and place my hand on his chest. With a gentle push, I urge him backwards. When his knees hit the bed, he sits.
“Would you like to fuck me, Mr. Swagger?”
Eyeing my breasts that are now at eye level, he licks his bottom lip then pulls it between his teeth.
I drop to my knees and boldly feel him through his pants before lowering his zipper. I free him and breathe in his clean, masculine scent that’s all him and a touch of his cologne. His cock hardens by the second. Growing thicker. Longer. Bigger until that flesh covered school bus of his is only a hairsbreadth from my lips.
“Can I suck your cock, Mr. Swagger?”
He groans. “Don’t say cock, Penelope.”
I kiss the tip of him. His entire body jerks and I look up from beneath my lashes feeling pretty damn smug. “Would you rather I use the appropriate medical term, Mr. Swagger?”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Pe—“
Say penis.
Do it.
Right now.
Notice how your lips part and your mouth opens on the peeee?
Well that’s the exact moment Jake’s dick found its way between my lips.
I’m left with no choice but to open my mouth. It’s either that or risk him knocking out my front teeth with that big cock canon of his.