Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
He presses the back of my hand to his lips.
“No, it’s not,” Trek corrects his blue eyes full of love. “I adore you, sweetheart, and I’d go anywhere in the world so that we could be together. Don’t you see that?”
With that, I lean in for a kiss as my heart pumps in my chest. Our relationship is on sound footing, and I feel so grateful and secure. This is my man, and I am Trek’s woman.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you back,” he whispers in return, staring deep into my eyes.
Then, I smile and wink, breaking the spell.
“You know,” I venture, “I could be your sugar mama.”
Trek throws back his head and howls. “Oh man. And what exactly does that entail, Miss Allstrom?”
I smile widely. “Well, I could take you on an around-the-world vacation,” I explain. “Pay for your hotels, your food. Buy you pretty things while staying in fancy hotels. We could see the world that way! Live large in the lap of luxury!”
Trek’s baritone laugh is music to my ears.
“And pray tell, how did you come to be in possession of such a grand fortune?” he teases me, tracing his fingers along my spine.
“Well, I am a lucky lady,” I explain. “You see, there are these handsome, hot men I’ve been living with. And well, they paid me a hundred thousand dollars for six months of work recently.”
“Oh really?” Trek growls, a gleam sneaking into his bright blue eyes.
I giggle. “Yeah. And on top of that, I got a big fat bonus at the beginning of a hundred thousand dollars too. Can you believe that?”
“You deserve it, baby,” Trek says easily. “For services rendered. For going above and beyond.”
Without warning, he leans over and nibbles at my ear.
“Trek!” I screech, the pitch matching that of the seagulls overhead.
“Oh, so now that you’re my—what did you call it—sugar mama—I don’t get to touch you whenever it might please me?”
He growls, a low, primal sound that sends a shiver down my spine. In one quick move, Trek’s grabbed me and pulled me on top of him, sand flying and legs intertwining.
“Hmm, but I do like my woman on top,” he says, nipping at my neck.
I giggle. “You’re ridiculous,” I sigh, but I return his playfulness with my own eager exploration.
For the next few minutes, Trek and I get lost in each other. Lips seek lips, hands grip hands, body presses into body.
When I finally sit up, albeit reluctantly, we’re both panting. And my man’s cock is hard and throbbing.
“Again?” I muse, giving the man a languid look.
He smirks. “What can I say? I’m insatiable when it comes to you.”
I laugh and shake sand from my long hair. Trek watches me, something unreadable flashing across his face.
“What’s that look?” I ask, surprised at his sudden intensity.
He tries to play it off with a shrug. “Just thinking how beautiful you are, that’s all.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Uh huh. And that’s it?”
“And how fun it would be to take you to Paris.”
I stop mid-shake and look at Trek, confused. “Paris?” I repeat.
“Yeah. Have you been?”
I shake my head. “No, but it’s been at the top of my list of places to go for years.” I turn my head to the side, studying Trek. “How did you know that?”
He grins widely. “I pay attention.”
“You mean you talk to Kelly,” I say in a wry voice. “She’s re-upped by the way. She told me that she plans on staying at Mirago for another six months.”
“Good for her,” Trek muses. “I know Kixson and Narax will be happy, no doubt about it. But back to us. So what do you think—should we head to Paris?”
I nod slowly. “That would be incredible,” I admit, taking his hand in mine. “And romantic too. I can pay for us to go.”
Trek grins then, a sly, shit-eating smile.
“What?” I demand. “Don’t tell me you have old fashioned views about a woman paying for things,” I say a little too hotly.
He holds up his hands in protest. “I didn’t say that,” he counters. “And if you really want to cover some part of the cost, I understand and appreciate the gesture.”
I bite my lip. “But you’re probably thinking that I should do something smarter with all this money, like invest it or something. Instead of spending it on a grand trip to Europe.”
Trek shrugs. “Not really,” he corrects cryptically. “Although now that you bring it up, yes, we should talk about how to invest your money, so that it can double in a handful of months.”
“No, no,” I say, tsking my man. “You can’t change the subject like that. Why would you make a face about me paying for our trip?”
He waves his hand dismissively. “Because why would I let you pay when I’m filthy rich?”
I feel my jaw go slack.