Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I glance at her, shocked as all get out. I thought they seemed to get along fine when they were on the boat. “And the sex?” I whisper so no one else around us can hear.
“Never got there. If the kissing isn’t that great, that means his tongue-work isn’t up to par. I’m not sure I want that subpar action for my lady bits,” she replies with a decisive nod.
I can’t help it, I laugh.
As soon as she finishes her warm-up and starts her jog, she asks, “So when is the big day anyway?”
“Yes, when is this very important big day, where you vow to love and cherish me for the rest of your life?” Harrison asks as he steps on the empty treadmill to my right. “Again…”
I offer a warm smile. He’s wearing Nike basketball shorts and a T-shirt with the gym logo on the front. My entire body starts to hum, and it’s not from the pace I’ve set on the treadmill. Harrison Drake is fucking hot, and the further along I get in this pregnancy, the more I want to take him for a ride. My hormones are out of control. Not that he seems to mind. I crave him morning, noon, and night, and he’s all too accommodating to help with my little problem.
Trying to keep my eyes straight ahead, I risk one more quick glance his way. He gives me a knowing smile, as if he can read my mind and knows exactly what I want to do to him. On his desk. With my tongue. “Knock it off,” he whispers, taking my hand in his. The warmth of his lips pressed against my palm spreads through my blood like lava, making me almost trip up. “Careful,” he states, placing my hand on the handle and ensuring that I’m holding on.
“I’m fine,” I assure him, but keep my eyes looking forward.
“Isn’t this the point in the pregnancy where you want to hump day and night?” my sister asks, clearly throwing any trace of decorum out the window.
“I’m available for humping,” I hear over my shoulder as Chase hops on the treadmill on the opposite side of Gabby.
“Puh-lease,” she draws out, barely even breaking a sweat or breathing hard from her jog, “I’d rather hump a porcupine.”
“Prickly,” Chase replies, firing up his machine and immediately cranking it up to a fast pace. Gabby notices, of course, and bumps hers up a few more notches so she can one-up him on the speed. Chase just smiles and accelerates even more.
“So, about this wedding thing,” Harrison starts, jogging at a much slower pace than the lunatics on the other side of me.
“I’m thinking next June,” I blurt.
Harrison stops his machine and turns to face me. “June? That’s seven months away,” he grumbles, crossing his arms over his broad chest. I can’t help but smile at the motion, so reminiscent of that of a toddler. All he’d need to do was stomp his foot.
I slow my snail pace to a stop and turn to face him. “I know I said I’d be happy with a quick trip to the courthouse, but I don’t want that. I want a small ceremony at the lake. Or maybe the backyard. I want our close family and friends to be there and share in the joy of us remarrying. But most of all,” I start, placing both hands on my stomach, “I want our daughter to be there and be a part of it all.”
His eyes flare with heat and excitement, partly because of my finally agreeing to remarry him, but also at the prospect of our future and what it will hold. A daughter.
“June at the lake sounds perfect,” he whispers, leaning over the machine and kissing my lips. His hands thread into my hair as he devours my mouth with his own. He’s a master kisser, and the longer his lips are on mine, the more I want other parts of him on me.
“Awww,” I hear behind me, the sugary sweet voice breaking through the sex-haze cloud we’re surrounded in.
“Hey, Gina,” I say, trying to turn and face Harrison’s assistant, but he holds tightly to my head.
“Are we still on for Saturday?” she asks.
That catches his attention and finally turns to face her. “What do you mean? We don’t have anything on the calendar for Saturday.”
Gina giggles and rolls her eyes. “I know, silly. I was talking to Gwen. We’re having lunch.”
I can feel Harrison’s eyes on me as I turn to Gina. “Yep, we’re still on. I’ve been looking forward to trying that new salad at Twist of Lime.”
“Me too! I’ll meet you there at noon,” Gina says, throwing a wave at the rest of the group and heading toward the front door.
“You’re having lunch with Gina?” Harrison asks, the annoyance clear in his voice.