Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 122125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
After a quick pit stop in the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, I head out into the main area of our suite to see where the sexy man with the talented mouth and big cock is hiding.
It doesn’t take long before I spot the sight of his tight ass in a pair of boxer briefs.
“Good morning,” I croak out as I shuffle from the small hallway of our suite into the kitchen, where Ty is currently pouring coffee into not one but two mugs. “I really hope one of those is for me.”
“Of course.” He grins, and I don’t miss the fact that he adds two scoops of sugar and a little bit of whole milk to one mug—my exact coffee preference—and hands that mug to me. I also know that he won’t add anything to the other cup, which he doesn’t, because Ty prefers his coffee black.
I have no idea when we got to the point where we know how each other likes our coffee, but apparently, that’s exactly where we’re at.
It’s probably because things are starting to feel serious…
I force myself to take a drink from the mug, and Ty hitches one boxer-brief-covered hip against the counter.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Like I have the past two nights.” I smile at him over my coffee. “Like a damn baby because I’m pretty sure this hotel’s mattress and bedding are produced in actual heaven.”
“Same.” He chuckles and reaches out to playfully tug on the belt of the white hotel robe that’s currently covering my body. “By the way, I ordered us a room service breakfast. Should be here in about twenty minutes.”
“If you tell me there are going to be waffles again, I will kiss you right now.”
For the past two mornings of our not-being-good week together, I’ve had the Carlyle’s room service waffles. And let me tell you, they are the best damn waffles that have ever existed. It’s as if they ship them in from Belgium every morning.
His responding smile is as wide as Texas, and he taps his mouth with one index finger. “Go ahead and pay up, Rach.”
“You’re my hero!” I cheer and stand up on my tippy-toes to softly plant my lips against his. “Thank you.”
“If that’s the response I’ll get every time I get you waffles for breakfast, I swear, I’ll keep you stocked in them for a lifetime,” he teases, but his words aren’t lost on me.
For a lifetime. As in, we’re going to be together for that long?
A little zing of something shoots inside my chest, and I have to clear my throat to quell the sensation. “So…uh…what’s on the agenda today?”
“Considering we’ve spent the past forty-eight hours holed up in this suite, fucking each other’s brains out, I figured we’d get out for a bit. Get some fresh air. Pretend to be New York tourists for the day.”
He’s not wrong. Ever since he checked us in to our room, it’s been a certified naked sex-fest. In the shower. On the bed. On the couch. On the kitchen island. We’ve christened just about every surface of this suite. So much so that I now walk around with a constant, delicious ache of a reminder that proves just how many times Ty has been inside me.
But even though I think his plan of spending the day in the city is absolutely grand, I can’t stop myself from toying with him a little.
“Wait…” I pause and feign a pout. “Are you saying you’re done fucking my brains out?”
“No.” A laugh jumps from his lips as he sets his mug down on the counter. “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”
“Are you sure?” I put a hand to my hip. “Because it really seemed like you were saying you’re done with all the hot fucking and you just want to do touristy stuff.”
“Oh, my sweet, clever Rachel,” he muses and steps toward me. A moment later, my coffee mug is out of my hands and set on the counter beside his. “I love how you love to challenge me. It’s like you can’t stop yourself from it.”
“Challenge you?” I ask with an innocent little tilt of my head. “I’m not challenging you.”
He smirks like the devil and lifts me up by the ass to set me down on the counter. “Oh yes, you are, but like I said, I fucking love it.”
“So…is this a change of plans?” I ask hopefully, and he smirks like his head is full of dirty, bad things that I’m certain I’d love to hear about.
“First, I’m going to eat my breakfast,” he explains, pushing my legs apart and shoving my robe up my thighs until I’m completely bare from the waist down. “Then, room service should be here with your waffles.”
“And what’s your breakfast?” Please say me. Please say me.
“I love when you act all innocent, even though you and I both know that you’re silently hoping I’m going to put my mouth on you.” He slides one finger inside me, and it feels so good that my head falls back against the overhead cabinet door behind me. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Rachel? You want to come on my tongue.”