Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“You didn’t tell me about this.”
“I didn’t realize I was obliged to.” She jumped up and strode over, taking the vibrator from his hand.
It was, of course, purple, and it had three parts to it. The main vibrator for her pussy, a small one for her ass and the clit tickler at the front.
“You didn’t tell me you liked something in your ass.”
Do not.
Do not go bright red.
But she could feel that it was already too late.
“I just . . . I don’t . . . urgh! I thought you were trying to find socks.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, girl. But next time, I’m going to use this on you.”
Right now, she was thinking there wouldn’t be a next time!
She sighed. Who was she kidding? Of course she wanted a next time. She didn’t want to ever say goodbye to him. If she let herself, she could really fall for him. Which would be disastrous.
“Okay,” she squeaked out. “Socks are next drawer down.”
He crouched and started going through her socks. Yikes, she forgot her panties were in there too.
He held up a black lace pair with a bright red bow at the back. They were easily the sexiest pair she owned. Immy had given them to her with a matching bra for her last birthday.
Most of her panties were cotton with funny images of French Bulldogs. He finally grabbed some socks which had French Bulldogs dancing the waltz.
“These are cute and no holes,” he said as he gestured for her to sit on the bed, then slid them onto her feet. “You like French Bulldogs, huh?
“Yeah, I do. Squish is my best bud.”
“Squish?”
“My Bulldog.” She pointed over at her soft toy.
“Ahh, right.”
She studied him as he put her socks on. “Are you sure you don’t have a foot fetish?”
He snorted. “Don’t want to kiss and lick your feet. Just want to keep them warm.” He moved onto his knees, then put his hands on the bed on either side of her. He studied her. “Nothing you want to tell me, girl?”
“Uh, can you be more specific?”
He looked like he was trying hard not to say something but then he shook his head. “Right. What about the flowers you got? Did you find out who they were actually for?”
“No, afraid not. I went around knocking, but anyone who was home said they didn’t think they’d be for them. I gave them to Mrs. Ellis across the hall. She seemed to need some cheering up. She was a bit, um, cranky.”
Rather like someone else she knew.
He was frowning and she squirmed, her body reacting to his closeness. His gaze moved to hers and he raised an eyebrow. “You hurting because of cramps?”
“Um, well.” She couldn’t keep doing this.
“Because you know a cure for cramps, right?”
“Painkillers?”
He shook his head.
“Heating pad?”
“No.”
“Pregnancy?”
His eyes widened and he recoiled as though she’d hit him.
Whoops.
“No. Not pregnancy,” he barked.
“Oh, but it would be, right? I thought you wanted an answer.”
“Girl.” He wiped his hand over his face. “You don’t get pregnant to get rid of cramps.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Great, now he thought she was suggesting he get her knocked up. She dropped her gaze, scratching at her cheek nervously.
Gently, he tilted her face back with his finger under her chin.
“An orgasm.”
“Huh?” Okay, was that the best she could do? Huh?
“An orgasm can help with cramps.” Leaning in, he kissed her gently. “I can help you with that.”
He was offering to give her an orgasm to help with her cramps?
“That’s so sweet,” she whispered.
“You got to stop calling me that, girl.”
He was sweet, though. He’d probably come here for a repeat of the other night and instead, he’d nearly got a knife to the balls and found out that she had her period.
Imaginary period.
Right. Her imaginary period.
Still, he didn’t know that.
She wrinkled her nose. “But there would be blood.”
“I don’t have a problem with blood, girl.”
“You don’t?” Why was that so damn sexy? Blood wasn’t sexy. It was gross. But he didn’t look like he thought it was disgusting.
There was just one problem . . . if he gave her an orgasm he’d find out she’d lied.
Darn, lying was hard. How did people do this?
“I don’t . . . I don’t think I could do that.”
She thought he would argue back, try to push her. But he just nodded. “Your choice.”
Right. So why did she feel so sad about it?
“You should eat something high in iron, you’re still pale. Want me to go get you some spinach?”
Uh. No. She did not.
Spinach.
She wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”
“Girl, if you were mine . . .”
She sucked in a breath and he grimaced as he obviously realized what he’d said. Suddenly, he stood. He almost looked panicked. Probably worried that she was going to take his words as him meaning he wanted to be with her. For her to be his.