" How many rooms does it have?”
“Five hundred eighty-seven, not including the staff bedrooms.” He leans up and licks the shell of my ear, making the wet and quivering plan come to fruition. His next words almost make me come on the spot. “And I want to fuck you in every one of them by the end of the summer.”
“That’s ambitious,” I tease, nuzzling him. “Do you plan on stopping to feed me?”
His hand skims down my back, cradling my ass. “You’ll be well taken care of, I promise.”
I promise. You know what that is? Yep—Famous. Last. Words. "
― Emma Chase , Royally Screwed (Royally, #1)