Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” she whispers, and my body pulses with need.
“Is that a yes?” I need to be sure. I need to know if she wants me.
She nods. “Yes. Okay.” I push my plate away, and start to stand, but her words come out in a rush, “Not right now.” She sets her fork down. “Maybe this weekend. I have an early morning tomorrow at work, and I’m exhausted from hanging out with Emmie today.”
“How did she take the news?”
“She yelled. She cried. She said she wanted me to name the baby Astrid.”
I twist my nose at her. “Astrid? Uh, no. I get a say in the name, right?”
Felicity picks up her fork, and spears a tomato with it, and before popping it into her mouth she says, “What names are you thinking?”
I blink. “Uh, I haven’t even thought that far yet.”
“Really? While baby proofing your house you didn’t think of any names?”
I grab my glass of water and take a quick sip. “Maybe we should see what the sex of the baby is before we name it.”
“I think I’m having a girl.”
I study her. “How do you know?”
She shrugs. “Just a feeling I have. I really like the name Rebecca after my grandmother.”
“That’s a pretty name. My grandmother’s name is Rose, so maybe Rebecca Rose.”
“That’s so pretty.” Tears well in Felicity’s eyes, and I scoot closer.
“Don’t cry.” I hate that I’m over here making her cry.
“I’m just happy. If we have a girl we’ll name her Rebecca Rose. And if it’s a boy…” her words fall away as she puts a finger to her chin. “Bob.”
I laugh, nearly choking on my bite of pasta. “Bob?”
She laughs. “Bobbity Bob. I love it.”
I laugh harder. “Sure you do.” I want to bring the attention back to the sex topic, but after being shot down, I don’t know how to bring it back up.
I don’t want to be the one begging for it, because I know this doesn’t mean anything to her. It’s only sex.
Only to fulfill her crazy pregnancy hormones.
So, I’m going to give her what she wants.
A whole lotta sex.
Chapter 17
Felicity
A beautiful Saturday morning of enjoying my coffee on the porch and listening to the birds sing. I glance over at Shepherd’s house, sighing. If only I was really enjoying my coffee and listening to the birds. The truth is, I haven’t stopped thinking about Shepherd’s offer for sex.
When he first offered I wasn’t sure if I was more offended that he was pimping himself out to me or that he felt the need to offer. After I sat across from him eating my delicious dinner, which was mildly infuriating, finding out he can cook such amazing food, my stupid hormones took over. I thought about that night we spent together and how good it was. I watched him put his fork in his mouth and how his tongue poked out to lick his lips. So, I started to rethink the logic. What we’re doing is recycling. We’ve been together before so it’s not new, it’s recycled. Recycling is good for the environment, so it’s actually like we’re helping.
My logic really makes no sense, but anything is better than admitting I want to climb Shepherd and get some much needed relief.
We’ve spoken briefly since dinner, but nothing about having sex again. I told him to wait until the weekend and now that it’s here, I don’t exactly know what to do. It’s not like I can go knock on his door and present myself to him. I don’t want to remind him that he offered, that’s more desperate than what I’m already considering.
So, here I sit like a teenager hoping he’ll come outside, see me, and remember what he offered me.
I groan and drop my head back. This is about as desperate as it gets.
However, I’m so horny. I’ve never been this horny in my life.
I lift my head slowly and an idea begins to take shape. This doesn’t need to be some desperate plea to handle my out of control hormones. This can be a business deal.
We’re both successful and understand the terms and agreements of a contract. Maybe the best way to handle this is to deal with it like a business.
Happy with my idea, I go inside and grab a pad of paper and a pen. I jot down my thoughts and smile. This will make everything so much easier.
I go upstairs and fix my hair and makeup. Shepherd said he was willing to help me with anything I need, so going to his house to discuss my idea is just responsible.
Responsible recycling.
After I grab my pad of paper, I control my nerves and head over to his house. It’s strange because normally I’m coming here to yell at him for something, but this time is completely different.
I knock on the door and chew my bottom lip as a wave of fresh nerves wash over me. Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe I should just wait for him to knock on my door or let himself in. I need to get those locks changed.