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)
“Why are you like this?” I ask. “You have way too much energy.”
He nods against my neck. “Mm-hmm. I do. Admit it, you like that I’m horny for you.”
Fine. That is a very valid point: I love that he can’t get enough of me.
Still, I complain. “Do you want to eat or not? How is your dick hard right now? I’m at the stove cooking.”
I have one hand pushing the eggs around with a spatula, my other hand on the counter next to the stove as Andy presses his hardening dick into my ass.
“I have amazing stamina. Everyone tells me so.”
The spatula stops moving. “Uh, excuse me, sir?”
The tone of my voice makes him laugh. “I didn’t mean it like that—I meant coaches tell me that and shit. Calm down, I’m not talking about women.”
I cock a brow and tilt my head. Coaches?
Is he talking about high school? Good God, this man needs to live in the present. He is not in school anymore; it’s kind of ick that he’s living in the past, poor guy.
Andy laughs again. The low baritone reaches my vagina and has it tingling, and my determination to scramble these eggs slowly fades.
He kisses my jaw.
The skin visible at my shirt collar.
Stay strong, Harlow. You’re hungry . . .
Do not let—
His hands slide up my shirt and cup my boobs, and I melt into a damn puddle. Seriously, I couldn’t be any weaker!
I drop the spatula, turning in his arms.
Immediately and without hesitation, because of our gravitational pull, my hands find their way to the front of his shirt, and I yank him closer, craving his touch.
In an instant the heat in my kitchen is no longer about the heat on the stove. We lose ourselves in each other, lips meeting in a fiery kiss that sends sparks flying.
Andy’s hands roam my body as if he hadn’t just had me.
I moan.
With a sense of urgency that borders on desperation, my back is to the cabinets, he is nestled between my legs, our bodies pressed together in a frenzy of need and desire. I feel his dick through his pants. The countertop, cluttered with ingredients and utensils in the short amount of time I’ve been making eggs, becomes the exact spot he sets me.
He reaches between us and lifts me up, placing me back on the same surface where we’d started our visit, bringing it full circle.
The bag of shredded cheese crinkles, and I’m fairly certain I’ve crushed my half loaf of bread, but Who Cares?!
We are about to do it for the second time in one day!
As Andy’s lips trail a path of fire down my neck, I gasp, the sensation sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer while he explores every inch of my skin with a fervor that leaves me breathless.
Yes, Andy . . . yes!
I pull at his sweatshirt, wanting it off. He has a freaking amazing body, and I want to see it when I run my hands over his skin.
He helps me remove it, and we toss it to the floor. Kevin immediately retreats with it like a scavenging rat toward the direction of the living room, no doubt to make a nest.
“Yup, this settles it. I definitely don’t want to work anymore. I’m quitting my job forever.” Andy groans into my mouth. “I’m your new personal Assistant.”
“You want to go down on me as your full-time job?”
He nods.
“I guess that could be arranged, but also, not so fast, buddy. I barely know you.”
My skepticism sends him into hysterics. He tilts back his head, groaning in mirth, his big, rough hands on my thighs as he parts them.
Oh, how I wish I had shorts on so he could run his hands all the way inside—
“Knock, knock!” comes a familiar, raspy voice, just as Andy goes to pull off my top.
For once in his life, I would love my father to knock, not just announce it, before he walks inside.
Just once.
That’s all I’m asking, for the love of all that is holy.
Oh well. Maybe this will finally teach him a lesson! He can’t just barge in unannounced!
“Who’s that?” Andy asks. “Who’s here?”
“Who do you think that is?” I groan. “I’ll give you one hint.”
Can I take a second real quick here to remind everyone that my dog ran off with his sweatshirt and has probably made himself quite comfortable on it? But can we also take a minute to appreciate how goddamn amazing his body is?
Like. Damn.
Down, girl.
Focus!
In a whirlwind of motion, Andy and I pull away from one another. My body instantly misses the connection, my heart racing a mile a minute as I lift my head to face the intruder.
Mentally wipe the drool away from the corner of my mouth.