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 thought you were going to massage my shoulders.” She looks back at me with a small smile on her face.
“Wandering hands were inevitable.”
My hands are cupping her breasts, fingers gently pinching her nipples the way she loves.
Harlow tilts her head back so it’s resting on my shoulder, then turns her head so she can kiss me on the mouth.
I open mine and invite her tongue in.
Delicious.
Tastes like we’re about to fuck.
Wasting no time, I pull the sweatshirt up over her head and toss it to the living room floor. Kevin slowly gets up from his spot by the TV hutch, does a circle, then waddles over to investigate the pile, sniffing the discarded fabric with noisy huffs.
His stump of a tail wags.
Then he turns his attention to me, glances up, and stares me dead in the eyes.
“I don’t think I can feel you up in here,” I tell Harlow. “I can’t with the dog watching.”
“He’s a dog. He’s not watching, and he has no idea what’s going on.” She laughs.
“Doesn’t matter. This dog is so critical.”
“That’s a fact. He’s been judging you since the second he met you, but he does that with everyone, so don’t feel special.”
I pause with my hands on her boobs. “What do you mean he does that with everyone. Who is everyone? Dudes?”
She rolls her eyes. “No, not dudes. It’s been a long time since I’ve brought a man home.”
Good answer. I approve.
Removing my palms from her tits, I marvel at the fact that I’m strong as fuck and can lift almost anything. So instead of sitting here and having sex on the couch with Harlow in front of her beady-eyed dictator of a dog, I reach down, reposition my body and hoist her up off the couch.
In one motion, like a fucking god.
I carry her as if she weighed nothing, her gasps of pleasure and surprise fueling my ego.
“Would you please put me down? I’m too heavy,” she protests with a smile, giggling all the way from the living room to the threshold of her bedroom.
Too heavy, my ass. I could lift her over my shoulder as if she were a sack of rice or potatoes—the giant bags you get at Costco.
I roll my eyes. “I’ll put you down on the bed is what I’ll do.”
Kicking the door closed behind me, I want to make sure Kevin can’t come in or, worse, join us on the bed. How fucking terrible would that be?
Setting her on the bed the same way I’ve done several times before, I climb onto it after her, peeling my hoodie off and throwing it on the floor. Next come her leggings, my pants. Her underwear, then mine.
Naked.
Just how I like it.
Chapter 30
Breaking News:
Paisley Blue releases a statement to TZP on the heels of the latest Landon Burke headline:
“Landon and I might have not had a perfect relationship—but it was a passionate and incredible eight months. While I don’t know the details or current status of his relationship with this woman from Green Bay, I’m sure it’s just a phase. No offense, she seems wholesome and adorable, which must be a nice change for him. But men like him always come back to women like me.”
Chapter 31
Harlow
I don’t see the news at first.
Of course I don’t, I barely ever have my television on—and why would I? Andy is here, and he’s good company.
Very, very good company . . .
The kind of company who gives me orgasms and massages, who promises to feed me afterward. Sex and food = a fabulous combination and the perfect distraction from all the work I’ve been doing building this dating app.
“Know what sounds nice?” Andy yawns beside me, spent and exhausted from another hot, sweaty session.
“Hmm?”
“A shower.” He trails his finger up my stomach, starting at my belly button and ending at the pulse in my throat. It’s such an erotic tease that goose bumps cover my flesh. “At this point, I’m starting to grow mold.”
“You’re not gross.” The sweat on his chest is sexy.
“I don’t know about that.” He looks over at me across the pillow. “Want to join me?”
“Sure, why not?” My head gives a small shake. “Give me a few minutes. I do want to wash up.”
I yawn, stretching lazily.
“While we’re in the shower, maybe we can go for round three.”
My brows shoot up.
A third round? Is he insane? I won’t be able to walk as it is. Twice in one day already had me doing congratulatory laps around the house.
Is it tacky that I want to brag about it to my friends? None of them can brag that they banged a world-class athlete twice in one day.
“We’ll see about that.” I yawn again. “But I’ll be right behind you.”
I’m lying on my stomach when he rolls off the bed, slapping me on the ass before leaning over and planting a kiss on my mouth—and an ass cheek—then heading to the small bathroom located off my bedroom.