Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
That clenched hand keeps moving up and down my meaty shaft as she drags her tongue around my head and takes me in deep.
Heavy primal grunts leave my throat as the pleasure consumes me. It feels so good. It’s all I can focus on. Those lips… Those hands… That delicious little tongue…
My back arches and I let out a roar as I cum hard.
Strong surges of hot cum pump out of my dick and into her mouth, coating her tongue and throat and lips.
She whimpers as she takes every drop, swallowing it down as fast as I can give it to her.
“That’s it,” I growl as her hand moves up and down my shaft. “Take it all, sweet girl. Swallow it down.”
My heart is hammering in my chest. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe my life has changed so drastically in one day.
I’ve had many meaningful days in my life. The day I started my company. The day I sold it. The day I became a billionaire. The day I was named as the most important man under thirty.
But this day…
Fuck, this day, I’ll never forget.
It will be the day I’ll be thinking about on my death bed. The day I’ll be most grateful for.
The day I met Maya.
The day I met my soulmate.
The day that changed everything.
CHAPTER SIX
Maya
“This one would look magnifique on you,” Sabine says as she holds up a shimmering blue dress. It’s more glamorous than anything I’ve ever worn. Nothing in my wardrobe has even come close to that.
My head is spinning as she lays it on the bed and takes another gorgeous silver dress off the rack.
I’m not sure where Adrian went, but he was very secretive about it. Something tells me he’s setting up something special for tonight.
We came in from a wonderful day at the beach, swimming and tanning and… other things. And Adrian had this surprise set up for me.
Sabine is the stylist at The Aurelia and she arrived with a rack of gorgeous dresses in my size. I’m talking exclusive designers from Milan, Paris, Florence, and London. I don’t even know who any of them are, but Sabine assured me that they’re the best in the world. I can tell from the luxurious material and fine craftsmanship that they are. I feel a little out of sorts trying them on. They look fit for a queen or a princess, but here I am, putting them on my sunburnt skin.
“Try this one on,” she says, pulling a sleek red dress off the rack.
I take a step forward, tingly all over as I stare at it with my heart rate picking up. This is it. This is the one.
“I love it,” I whisper as I carefully take it from her hands and look at it up close.
The fabric is so smooth, but it’s weighty at the same time and cool under my fingertips. It’s the kind of red that turns heads. That songs are written about. This is the kind of dress that can make any man, even a billionaire, fall in love with you.
“Made by Carmina Voss out of Milan,” Sabine says, inspecting the dress like it’s a fine piece of art. “Hand-stitched silk charmeuse, custom-dyed for the spring collection. There’s only one on the island. Most likely, the only one in the whole of the Caribbean.”
I swallow hard as I run my eyes along it, not knowing what to say. Luckily, Sabine has plenty to say.
“A thin strap over each shoulder,” she continues, “the neckline plunging just enough to make any pulse jump. The back dips scandalously low. A single slit runs up the side, high enough to be dangerous but still tasteful. This dress is a masterpiece. A show stopper. It is cut on the bias, designed to hug the body’s natural curves. Deceptively simple. No heavy beading. No fancy structure. But because of the bias cut, it clings perfectly to every curve and moves like liquid. Simple in design, yet jaw-droppingly stunning in effect. Sexy, elegant, breathtaking. The kind of understated glamour that quietly destroys everyone in the room, or, on the yacht in your case.”
“Yacht?” I say, looking up.
Her eyes widen like she just realized she let a secret slip. “Did I say that?”
“We’re having dinner on a yacht?”
She breathes out long and hard as she looks at me, wondering if I’ll rat her out.
“I won’t tell Adrian you said anything,” I say and she takes a breath of relief.
“Merci, Miss Howard. As a repayment, I’ll make sure you look more stunning than you ever thought possible.”
“That would be nice,” I say with my pulse racing.
She helps me step into the dress and I get goosebumps when I feel the cool material gliding up my skin. It hugs every curve and fits me like it was designed exclusively for my body.