Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Why, does the cover bother you?” I giggle.
Logan merely raises one black brow.
“I didn’t know that people actually bought those bodice rippers at Walmart.”
“Hey, don’t knock bodice rippers,” I chide in a playful tone. “If you’ve never read one, then how would you know?”
I half think that Logan’s going to ask to borrow my book, but then the pilot comes on over the intercom to prepare us for landing. Within twenty minutes or so, the plane is descending through cloud cover, and then the most beautiful island appears almost out of nowhere. Lush greenery and forested hills cover the terrain, and the island’s surrounded by turquoise waters that lap gently at its beaches. It’s gorgeous and I gasp as the plane begins to spiral downwards through the clouds.
“Goodness!” I remark. “This really is Paradise, isn’t it?”
My handsome billionaire nods smugly.
“Of course. The Circle only uses the best, and Colombo is no exception.”
With that, the plane lands, and soon, we’re disembarking onto a scalding tarmac. I’m hit by a wall of hot, humid air when we exit the plane, but it’s quickly replaced by the chilly air conditioning of a Range Rover.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Logan growls, helping me into the vehicle. “I want to get to the resort.”
After an hour or so of driving, we pull up to a luxurious hotel. From the outside, it looks like a massive tiki hut, but the interior is the epitome of luxury, with polished stone floors, linen-upholstered furniture, and of course, a discreet and courteous staff. But to my surprise, we’re not staying in the main building itself. Instead, a porter takes us up a small hill to where a small bungalow awaits.
“These are scattered all over the resort,” Logan growls as we step inside. “I thought the privacy would be nice.”
I can’t answer because this is no simple mud hut. Instead, the walls are wood-paneled and the roof is lined with straw, making the bungalow look like something out of a movie. Even better, the interior is small but elegantly decorated with tribal paintings, a polished wood floor, and white wicker furniture. It’s gorgeous, and I’ve never lived amid such luxury. Even better, when I peer out the front window, we have a spit of beach all to ourselves, in addition to a breathtaking view of the Caribbean. Holy cow!
But there’s no time to appreciate our surroundings because my stomach lets out a loud growl then.
“Hungry some?” Logan asks with an amused glance.
I blush.
“A little.”
“Let’s get to the dining area then,” he growls, blue eyes flashing. “I could use some food myself.”
Quickly, I change into a bikini and wrap a sarong around my waist. My host’s blue eyes flare as he takes in my curvy, creamy figure, my nipples already poking through the thin fabric.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
“After dinner,” I admonish playfully. “But right now, we need to eat!”
Logan chuckles, adjusting himself, and then we walk to the dining area of the resort. It’s an outdoor restaurant with tables and chairs set under a straw roof, and of course, a huge, square-shaped bar in the center.
But this is the Circle and as a result, the waitresses are fully nude, and quite a few of the male guests are already indulging. As we watch, one man pulls a beautiful redhead closer to him and begins to suckle at her nipples as her head tips back with pleasure. At another table, a woman slowly lowers herself into her partner’s lap. It’s clear that she’s sliding down his huge shaft given the way both people are breathing hard, although pussy hole or asshole is hard to tell from this vantage point.
Meanwhile, I decide to up the ante myself, my hunger pains long gone at the debauchery around us. Slowly, my fingers undo the tie to the sarong, letting the filmy fabric drop to the floor, and then I pull the triangles of my bikini to the sides so that my big breasts are revealed. They gleam white in the low lights and I shake them at Logan playfully.
“Would you like a taste?” I coo. “This is all for you.”
The billionaire wastes no time at all. Within seconds, I’m draped on a table, the big man laving at my nipples. He sucks one into his mouth, before popping off and then suckling the other, all the while running those big hands over my generous curves.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” Logan moans. “This is going to be the best week of my life.”
Then, he bends his head and starts kissing his way down to my pussy. I squirm under his touch, feeling slightly ticklish, but also self-conscious. These other women are much skinner and prettier than me. Will Logan notice? Will he care?
But when he finally reaches my bikini bottoms, I lose all inhibitions as the handsome man stares at my steamy center. With a giggle, I hook two fingers into gusset of the fabric before pulling it away from my snatch, showing off my swollen folds and bulging clit. Strapping the bikini over one big butt cheek, I reach down to part my labia before gently stroking my clit out of its hood as Logan stares intently, two dark streaks on his high cheekbones.