Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I can barely wait to have him over my body. Naked.
I pull away to get a look at him, giving him a glare of mock indignity, mostly for ambushing me at my house without calling or texting in advance.
“A heads-up would have been the polite thing to do.” It’s the best glare I can muster, considering I’m barely upset anymore. My heart rate skyrockets, every nerve on high alert.
I missed him more than I thought I did.
He is Inside my House.
He is Inside my Bedroom.
Kissing me. Touching me.
I want more . . .
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Oh, it was a surprise, all right. You must have been feeling confident to drop in. This isn’t the movies,” I quip, adjusting myself on the bed, trying to appear inviting. “Honestly, you’re lucky I didn’t slam the door in your face.”
I laugh.
Andy grins, leaning in and playfully nudging my hair aside with his nose. “Confidence is my middle name. Well, it’s actually Michael, but let’s not get bothered with details.”
I laugh, tracing circles on his chest with the tip of my finger.
“Did you notice a welcome mat on my front stoop?”
“No.”
“I don’t have a doormat or a welcome mat for a reason,” I declare, rolling to my back, not minding for a second that his hand has found its way back inside my sweatshirt, palm skimming my stomach. His fingers flirt with the band of my bra.
“And why don’t you have a welcome mat?”
He has his mouth dangerously close to my ear, and I tilt it to give him more access to one of the most sensitive spots on my body.
I wiggle my hips on the bed, impatiently.
“B-because I don’t want anyone dropping by.” I nervously giggle. “Unless you’re Amazon with a package. Then you can stop by my place anytime you want.”
“Should I leave?” He moves, as if he’s about to climb back off the bed. “I can text you to see if it’s okay for me to stop in.”
I pull him back.
“I’ll let it slide,” I allow. “Just this once.”
“But who would have tossed you on the bed just now if I wasn’t here? Your afternoon would have been so boring.”
I can’t help but grin at him. “Lucky me. Who needs a Prince Charming when I have a man strong enough to throw me onto a bed at my disposal?” I love his arms.
“I’ll have you know,” he whispers, “my skills are highly sought after in certain circles.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Circles of what, exactly?”
“Circles of people who appreciate a good toss.” He winks, flirting, before leaning in for another kiss.
I sound like a teenager. “So, like, a one-person circle.”
I still don’t know what he’s actually doing here in Green Bay, but I suspect I’ll find out soon enough.
Don’t think about it right now, Harlow—be in the moment.
“I should lock the door,” I say at last.
“Why? I thought you lived alone.”
“I do. But I’ve already told you—my dad tends to drop by unannounced, and I let the neighbor girl take the dog for a walk. They could come at any minute.” We’re still wearing all our clothes but probably won’t be for long, and the last thing I want is to be caught naked by Lydia. The horror!
“On second thought.” I lean across the bed and grab my phone from the bedside table, glad I brought it into the bedroom. “Maybe I’ll text her quick and ask her to hang out with Kevin at her house for a while because, um, something came up.”
Andy moves in, covering my body with his—the hard erection inside his pants rubbing against the center of my legs.
“Tell her something real hard came up.”
I laugh. “I am not telling her that.”
“It was just a suggestion.” His lips are on my neck. Collarbone. Kissing me on all my exposed skin.
“If you don’t find a new gig soon, I’ll hire you to carry me to bed like this and kiss me all over,” I tease, typing out a message to Lydia:
Me:
Lydia. Do me a Favor and Hang with Kev. Something Came Up, Should be an Hour. Will Text Soon.
I hit send.
Return my attention to Andy, spreading my legs so he can get more comfortable.
“Now what were you saying about hiring me to fuck you and be at your beck and call?”
“That’s not at all what I said I would hire you for—but if you insist . . .”
Chapter 21
Andy
Harlow is naked.
I finally have her stripped down to her birthday suit and beneath me, those gorgeous tits I’ve been daydreaming about jiggling with every move we make on the mattress.
I lean down to take one pink, rosy nipple in my mouth and feel Harlow’s nails skimming gently across my back. They scratch up my spine, up to the base of my neck. She gives my scalp a scratch, too, while my head is bent and I bask in her touch.