Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“What do you want, sweetheart? Are you ready for the full package?”
My thighs tense and I squeeze them together tightly because oh yes, I’m ready for this man.
5
Lucy
I scan the keycard and the door lock lights up green, granting me access. Only this time, I’m not at my dorm room. Not even close.
Instead, I’m opening up the door to Shane’s hotel room at the Hotel Indigo. Butterflies cause a frenzy in my stomach as I enter the should-be off-limits room. This is totally taboo and yet, I get the feeling I will be staying a while.
The room is far nicer than I expected. I know Shane is filthy rich, but for some reason I still expected a run-of-the-mill hotel room. Yet, this room is anything but mundane.
In fact, this room is more than a room. Instead, it’s practically a house. I could probably fit more than seven of my dorm rooms in here! Not to mention there’s a magnificent view of Manhattan with sparkling lights, with little cars crawling below as people rush like ants minding their own business. The excitement of the city pulses even through the glass panes.
“Wow,” I breathe, turning to shoot him a shy smile. “You got a suite!”
“Yes, I upgraded,” Shane says from behind me, his dark form huge and looming in the foyer. I shiver a bit but force myself to relax. This is Uncle Shane. Everything’s going to be okay.
I wander to the windows, taking it all in. Yes, the view is absolutely fantastic. Just behind me is a kitchenette complete with sink island, cupboard, and a small, yet fully stocked bar. To the right is a living room boasting a luxurious leather couch and a flat screen TV, and beyond that a door that likely leads to a guest bedroom. To the left is the master suite, and through the crack in the door, I glimpse a massive circular bed draped in blue damask. This is definitely an ultra-luxurious get-up.
But why did he book a suite with a second bedroom? I begin to wonder if Shane has invited me up here for intimacy, or if he simply felt obligated to watch over me after drinking so much. I am his best friend’s daughter after all, and the guest bedroom is safer than a cab ride home.
I shake off my confusion, reminding myself that he did mention he was paying five thousand dollars for this extra time. He was clearly insinuating something more than a good night’s sleep. Actions speak louder than words after all.
I begin to feel slightly nervous. I have never done this before, and surely Shane has a lot of experience. Oh God. I want to impress him, but how? I try to remind myself that this isn’t just some random guy. This is Uncle Shane, and I know for a fact that he won’t pressure me into anything I’m not ready to do.
Even still, I can’t shake this nervousness.
Luckily, I don’t have much time to think. Shane calmly walks towards me, loosening his tie as he does so, and even that small gesture has me longing for more. He’s utterly gorgeous and masterful, even with the tiniest gestures.
I sit, dazed, on the couch and he moves to take the seat next to me before cupping my chin in his hands. He looks deep into my eyes and smiles, and suddenly, all my nerves about tonight, and all of my crazy racing thoughts, suddenly wash away. I feel oddly safe sitting before the alpha male like this. He hasn’t said a word, and yet I know everything is going to be wonderful.
He strokes the hair away from my eyes, carefully tucking it behind one ear. I feel a surge of emotion. I want him so badly and there’s a wetness between my thighs as proof. He smiles, still being gentle with me.
“I’ve been watching you over the last few years, Lucy. You’ve been growing up into a beautiful young woman,” he begins. I had no idea he ever even thought of me in that way before tonight. “But I think we can make this good together, don’t you?”
I nod wordlessly. Oh my god, this is really happening. My throat swells in expectation and I watch as he peels his dress shoes off, pressing the heel of his right shoe off with the toe of his left, and vice versa. Then he turns back to me.
“You have become an incredibly beautiful woman, Lucy. And to be frank, I’d like a taste. Does that sound good to you?” The words fill the room around us. Suddenly the idea of giving him a taste is all I can see, hear, and feel.
My heart skips two beats. Never in a million years would I expect to hear those words come out of Uncle Shane’s mouth. And yet, never in a million years would I trade this moment for any other. I’m so aroused that I can’t even get myself to speak. I simply nod my assent, my eyes wide and wanting.