Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
My mouth? My ass? I’ve never done that, but he can take me anywhere he wants as far as I’m concerned.
“Living room?” he suggests with a smirk.
Oh. He means where… in the house.
But I’m not disappointed. Not at all, because there’s a lot of rooms in this house and we have all night to christen each and every one of them. Kitchen, bedroom, and shower? Check, last time. Front entryway? Check. So yeah, the living room will work.
I nod. “And then your office. I want you to eat me out on your desk, Boss.” I wink, letting him know that it’s strictly for play and I have zero concerns about our professional relationship anymore.
Because I don’t. There’s so much more between us than mere employer-employee, and I’d be a fool to not see that, not feel it.
He groans. “That first,” he says, nodding. There’s a glint in his eye when he adds, “Run.”
It takes a single heartbeat for what he’s said to register, then I scream as I take off, running through the house, through the formal living room, and down the hall toward his office. Cameron is hot on my heels the whole way, and it’s exciting, sexy fun. Especially when he catches me…
“Mmm-hmm… sunshine… whoo-oh! I’m walking… mmm… sunshine.” I’m half-humming, half-singing to myself as I flip through the racks at the thrift store that’s become my new favorite. It’s not too far from home, has a great selection, and doesn’t overprice the good stuff like some stores do.
I feel like the sunshine is literally shooting out from the smile I couldn’t hide if I wanted to. Not that I would.
Thanksgiving is my new favorite holiday. How could it not be?
Dinner with the Harringtons was better than I imagined, and I’d built up the expectations in my mind to be pretty spectacular. Still, they overshot by being welcoming, friendly, funny, and did I mention… welcoming? That sense of belonging had only grown while I was there.
And Cameron and I made full—and I do mean, full—use of the empty house, fucking here and there and everywhere until, so worn out from multiple O’s, we fell into his bed, where he fed me leftover turkey and mac and cheese before we passed out. I victoriously declared ‘carbs, orgasms, and Egyptian cotton’ three of my favorite things and pointed around the room Oprah-style, chanting, “You get a bite, and you get fucked, and you get sheets.” Okay, in hindsight, the sheets might not be the best of those three, because orgasms obviously win, but Grandmom Beth’s infamous mac and cheese is a close second. Luckily, Cameron laughed at my antics and simply feasted on me, which meant both more mac and cheese and orgasms for me!
After sleeping in, we woke up for two more rounds—one in bed and one in the shower. I swear, whoever said older men aren’t as ready to roll as younger ones must not have been talking about Cameron Harrington. Despite the age difference, I’m the one fighting to keep up with him. That might have to do with the way he takes control of my body, showing me things I never knew it could do and working me until I’m boneless and breathless, but whatever it is, I’m enjoying every second of it.
Later that day, Miranda brought a very-caffeinated and boisterous Grace home. Miranda gave us knowing glances, making a very educated guess about why we look tired despite the late hour, while Grace filled us in about their shopping trip around the mall, which of course wouldn’t be complete without a stop at Grace’s favorite store—Starbucks. She had a peppermint mocha Frappuccino—which explains the caffeine high—and swears it’s the absolute must-do of the season.
I predict we’ll go for another one this week so I can try it too.
Miranda had left with an airy wave, telling us good luck getting Grace to sleep. She’d been right and we’d ended up having a holiday movie marathon. Grace chose Elf, I chose Nightmare Before Christmas, and Cameron chose Die Hard, which had led to a spirited discussion between Cameron and Grace on whether it qualifies as a Christmas movie. They’d wanted me to be the tie-breaking vote, but I’d declined by stuffing popcorn in my mouth and hitting play on the remote, which made them both laugh.
And now, we’re back to the normal swing of things. Mostly.
Cameron was up early for his workout, but when he stopped in the kitchen for his smoothie, he’d planted a quick kiss on my lips and given my ass a firm squeeze before disappearing to get ready for work. I took Grace to school this morning, listening to her grumble about the long weeks until Christmas. To be clear, she has a completely reasonable three weeks of school before she gets a two-week break, but to her that’s nearly an eternity. I dropped off a load of packages at the post office, happy with my Black Friday sales and glad to see cool pieces find new homes where they’ll be appreciated. And now, I’m shopping for more.