Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I’ve thought about this all day,” he says, finding a rhythm that suits us both. “You are impossible to forget.”
I smile as he slides into me. My back squeaks against the car, mixing with the sound of his cock moving through my wetness.
“That was the plan,” I tease. “Make sure Banks can’t forget me.”
“Mission accomplished.”
I moan as he hits the spot I love. “What was your plan?”
“I have a few.”
Humming, I close my eyes and soak up the pleasure. “Like what?”
He adjusts his grip on my hips. “To make you feel good.”
“Done.”
“To make you know you’re beautiful.”
I grin. “In progress.”
“To make you want to be with me.”
My heart swells. I don’t have time to process his last objective because my body begins to shudder. I plant both hands against the car to help hold myself steady as Banks drives himself into my body.
I will never get over the sight of him between my legs. This tall, gorgeous, sweet man acting like I’m the most interesting part of his day? It doesn’t get much better than this.
“I’m going to come,” I say, my legs shaking.
“Good. I’ve been thinking about peacocks so I don’t.”
My laughter is loud and free. It’s stopped as the first licks of orgasm tear through me.
I squeeze my eyes closed and enjoy the rupture of bliss that fills my veins.
“So good, Banks,” I say, falling apart around him.
His fingertips bite into my skin as his hips pound into mine.
The sound of his groan, followed by a quick hiss of breath.
The taste of his kiss lingering on my lips.
The sight of him losing himself because of me.
It’s hard to find my breath.
“I’ve thought about this all day. You are impossible to forget.”
This is different. This is a moment to remember. It’s fucking … but it’s also not.
My heart swells so big I fear it’ll burst.
You’ll be impossible to forget too, Banks.
I hope I survive.
19
Banks
“Catch.” I let an orange fly across the banana display. Sara turns just in time and catches it. “Oof. I thought that was going to end badly.”
She drops it in the cart.
“I don’t want that,” I say, walking to the cart and plucking the fruit out.
She takes it from my hand, looking at me sternly, and puts it back in the cart. “You have to buy it now. You can’t just bruise the fruit and let them sell it to someone else.”
“Ugh. You are no fun. You’re like shopping with my mom.”
She rolls her eyes and pushes the cart down the produce section. I walk behind her so that I can watch her ass.
I’ve given my brothers a lot—a lot—of shit about discarding me for their women. I stand by my objections. Because I didn’t know any better. But now … I get it.
Maddox is cool and all, but being with Sara … I whistle through my teeth.
She looks over her shoulder and grins. “What are you doing?”
I pick up a cucumber. “Just thinking about how I’d like to be inside you right now.” I look at the vegetable. “I’ve never realized how sexual a grocery store really is.”
She shakes her head and keeps pushing.
“Want to take this home?” I ask. “I can think of really good uses for this.”
“Put it down, Banks.”
I sigh. “You are so much more fun at home.”
She stops at the tomatoes. “Because when you’re in public, you have to behave.”
“That’s what’s wrong with society. Everyone is worried about behaving. What about having fun?” I nestle my face in the crook of her neck. “What about kissing your girl in the fruits and veggies?”
She leans her head to the side. “I can get down with that.”
I press a kiss in the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “So you’re also going to get down with me calling you my girl?”
“Don’t push it.”
She tries to walk fast so I don’t see her smile, but she fails. I see it. I see it and it makes me hard as a rock.
The grocery store isn’t as busy as it was the last time I was here. The apples didn’t need a traffic light and the cheese case wasn’t the setting for a PTA meeting. Really, when there’s no one here, it’s kind of nice.
“So what are we going to eat?” she asks, turning down the meat aisle.
“Aw, look. It’s Jess’s chickens’ cousins.”
She smacks me. “You’re awful.”
“It’s funny. Admit it.”
“It’s not funny. I have a hard time eating meat if I think about it.”
Fuck. I frown, thinking back to the cute little chirps in the box. “Well, we’re not eating chicken.”
She giggles.
My phone goes off as Sara digs through the bacon. I answer it instead of paying too much attention to what she’s doing. I love bacon too much to think about it. I can’t quit bacon.
Foxx: Mom said you were at the grocery store.
Me: Yup.