Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Makayla can make her own decisions, and did it ever occur to you that maybe this isn’t the first time she’s thought of us that way?” Alex asks, coming up beside me.
I release another heavy sigh and flip on the TV, aimlessly scrolling through channels. I’m not sure there’s anything I want to watch, but I welcome the distraction.
“I understand that we surprised you,” Alex admits.
“We haven’t seen her for years,” I reiterate. “I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re already all over her.”
“You didn’t see her in the hot tub,” Alex says. “We talked. We got reacquainted. We didn’t just pounce on her.”
I don’t want to argue with him. I’m tired and the meeting ran late.
“I’m getting a headache,” I say. “It wasn’t bad enough that we’ve got too much work while we’re out here—now there’s this, too.”
“Take some aspirin,” Kellan suggests, nowhere near ready to fully concede. “It will be fine.”
I nod and wander away from the chaos my brothers have created. This is a disaster. We’re supposed to split this holiday between light work and relaxation, enjoying the luxurious comforts of this Swedish resort, yet all I seem to be doing is work.
Why can’t I just take the afternoon off and lounge naked in a hot tub with one of the most beautiful women on the planet? Why do I always choose to be the righteous one when every inch of Makayla promises the sweetest kind of sin?
“I’ll see you both in a bit.”
Leaving Alex and Kellan to get dressed for our lunch with Bryan and his fiancée, I retire to my room for a while. It crosses my mind that I’m next door to Makayla. She’s probably in there cursing my name.
I need a moment to breathe and refocus.
I stare at the wall between us and catch a soft hum. A hesitant melody takes shape, and I inch closer. She’s singing something. I don’t know what it is, but she misses a few notes. It brings a smile to my lips.
“It’s for your own good,” I whisper, even though she can’t hear me.
It’s for her own good. We can’t rush this. We won’t let anything happen unless we’re sure it’s leading somewhere. Makayla is different, and I intend to make sure she gets everything she deserves.
We may have been apart for all these years, but I never took my eyes off her.
Even from afar, I’ve kept my ear to the ground.
She’s been on my mind for so long.
9
MAKAYLA
Istep into the shower, determined to make the most of a bad situation.
My heart is racing. I’m still achingly aroused from our tumble in the hot tub, and I need another release before I lose my mind. For a second there, I thought Oscar might join us. I wanted that so badly.
“I need to figure out how to get Oscar on my side,” I say, letting the hot water sluice over my face and body.
The steamy heat fills my lungs with every deep breath as I let my hands wander up and down my body, retracing Alex and Kellan’s feverish touches. I’m both angry and unbearably aroused; the contradiction leaves me breathless.
“What if… What if I get a job at their company?” I wonder. “That would certainly get me closer.”
I imagine walking into their office on the first day of work. Bryan is nowhere to be found—probably out meeting with a prospective client.
In the shower, I squeeze my breasts, summoning the ghost of Alex’s mouth on my nipple. I give it a sharp pinch and whimper as shivers ripple down my spine. My eyes screw shut; my core clenches even tighter.
I’m dressed in high heels and a pencil skirt. I want to make a good impression on my three new bosses. Unlike my old boss, these three are men I actually want to sleep with.
My hair is twisted into a bun behind my head—the classic office-girl look. I’ve chosen a nearly see-through white blouse and a lace bra that lifts my breasts, putting them shamelessly on display.
I stride into Oscar’s office and find him behind his desk. Kellan and Alex sit across from him, deep in conversation.
My fingers trace invisible lines down my naked hips, the sound of rushing water bringing back the sensations from the hot tub.
Back in my fantasy, their eyes land on me, making my skin prickle with anticipation. They want me and I know it. The desire is downright palpable.
“We’ve got a new social-media campaign for you to spearhead, Kay. Can you jot down the main points?” Oscar asks.
“Of course,” I respond, reaching for a notepad.
I pull the pencil from my hair like a sultry reporter and sidle up to the desk, ready to do my duty.
By now I’m breathing hard—both in the shower and in the fantasy—my fingers circling a slick, swollen clit that throbs for attention. I love a good slow build, but I can’t decide what Oscar wants me to write. To move things along, I push my chest forward into the shower stream to feel the hot water sliding across my breasts.