Submit Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
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He stared at her for several silent moments, and she felt her smile fade. No doubt she was making a fool out of herself with her excitement. “I’m sorry. It’s just so…incredible.” Heat suffused her, and she turned away when he didn’t answer.

He cleared his throat and said, “Well, I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’re doing well with everything given the fact you were thrust into this situation, Miss Winters.” She turned and looked at him with surprise.

Why his praise meant so much to her she didn’t know, but hearing those words come from him had pleasure filling her. Before she could say anything else, he nodded and left her alone.

Once the door shut behind him, she giggled out loud and let herself fall back on the big bed. She looked at the ceiling but couldn’t sit still for long. She should get a few hours of sleep, but her excitement was far too strong.

First, she had to look around her new room. Pushing herself up, Blythe took everything in. A small neutral-colored loveseat sat in front of the windows. The floor was the same white marble as the rest of the house she had seen thus far.

Making her way to the bathroom, she pushed the door the rest of the way open and turned the light on.

Damn, but it’s a beautiful bathroom. She couldn’t help but smile at her thoughts.

Unlike the light-coloring of the rest of the house, the bathroom was done up in black and white granite. The counter had crescent-shaped, deep, double sinks. Although there were no windows in here, the twin skylights above her let in ample light.

To the side of the tiled walk-in shower, there was also a Jacuzzi tub. Walking back out to the room, she glanced at the double doors that led to the veranda but was suddenly just too damn tired. She turned back and saw her bags by the end of the bed.

She hadn’t seen them initially but had to assume Francesco had brought them up, and she’d skimmed over them in her excitement. She picked her first suitcase up and set it on the bed. Blythe needed to get everything out and organized, but as she opened it and saw the layers upon layers of clothes, she just couldn’t find the energy to unpack.

She didn’t know what to wear to dinner, so she grabbed a black dress with capped sleeves and a formfitting bodice. She picked a pair of red heels from her other suitcase and set them aside.

Before she collapsed on the bed, she grabbed her phone and snapped a few pictures to show Austin. No way would he believe the kind of set-up she was in. She stripped off her clothes, grabbed her phone, and slipped under the covers.

The scent of unfamiliar surroundings filled her, but homesickness hadn’t hit her yet. She only had about an hour to sleep, but she would take it. She made quick calls to her mother and Austin to tell them she landed.

She really didn’t know if she would have much time to call them while here but assured them she would try every few days.

After setting her alarm and closing her eyes, the image that came to mind was Dietrich Moore and how addictive he looked in his damn suits.

Chapter Seven

Dietrich maneuvered the car through the narrow roads of Lisbon. When Blythe had come down in her simple yet seductively stunning black dress, his cock had instantly swelled.

She left her dark blonde hair down in loose waves, and the image that continued to slam into his mind was having the thick locks wrapped around his hand.

He wanted to pull her head back by her hair until her throat was bared in a beautiful arch of delicate splendor. Shit, he was getting hard again.

He tried not to look over at her because the damn dress had ridden up her long legs to reveal her creamy thighs. She wasn’t paying any attention to him, though. Her face was buried in the iPad as she scanned through his schedule.

She knew it already, which was clear when she finished going over it all in exact detail with him on the plane. He had spoken to Stellan right before they left and had heard the thick anticipation in his sub’s voice at the prospect of meeting Blythe.

“You know it, Miss Winters.”

She looked up from the tablet and smiled. “I just want to make sure I have everything handled. I would hate to be the one to screw up your meetings.”

Not likely. He didn’t bother reiterating the fact things would move smoothly. It was clear she was worried, and he honestly didn’t know how to ease that for her. Dietrich wasn’t a man that liked feeling off-kilter.

He was always in control and always knew which way the situation would flow. Deals were lost and people got hurt if he didn’t have his shit together. But then there was this curvy, little woman beside him, her submissive side calling to him on a level that had his head spinning, and he felt lost. He tightened his hands on the steering wheel and gritted his teeth. No, he didn’t care for this feeling at all.



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