Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Um,” she hesitated. “There’s a really good-looking woman walking up the path to your house.”
I glanced toward the window and saw a long-legged blonde making her way up the length of my front walk.
“That’s Coreline,” I said as I made my way over to the window to peer over her shoulder. “She works at the mechanic shop part time. I think she’s dropping off the keys to your… yeah. Your truck. It’s parked in the driveway, see?”
Sabrina turned to look toward where I’d indicated, and her breath left her. “He’s going to be pissed if he sees me driving around in that.”
I had a feeling that he’d be more than pissed. Which was concerning seeing as he’d already struck me as the type to be vindictive.
“Have it painted,” I suggested, hoping beyond hope that my plan to have it done for her worked. “Then he won’t know it’s the same one.”
“I don’t have the money to just have it painted,” she admitted sadly. “I spent a shit ton of money, eight thousand dollars to be specific, on renting that vacation house on the beach for Faye. That was what was left of my savings after having helped Cole pay off his truck, as well as his credit card bills, right before Faye died.”
I had to resist the urge to tell her that I would pay for it.
She probably wouldn’t like that.
“How about I take it to my guy, see how much it’ll cost, and get you a price before you say you can’t do it?” I suggested. “And if you need me to bankroll you, I will. I’m not trying to toot my own horn, but my business is booming. With that freeze last fall, I’ve pretty much made enough money that I wouldn’t have to take another job for the next year and still be able to live comfortably before taking any more jobs.”
Her breath hitched. “I guess I didn’t realize just how lucrative owning a restoration business is.” She brushed some hair behind her ear before saying, “I’ll borrow it, only if you promise you’ll let me pay it back. I’ll want that in writing.”
I snorted. “What if it’s not money I want in return?”
She turned around and said, “That would make me a whore, Price.”
I tightened my hand in her hair and said, “I don’t care if you’re a whore as long as you’re only a whore with me.”
She scoffed. “That’s a man answer if I’ve ever heard one. I think you should just quit while you’re ahead.”
I didn’t want to quit.
I wanted to make life easier for her, because Lord knew that she was on the struggle bus the last couple of years.
I reached upward to place my hand on the window beyond her face, then moved my head until my mouth was able to access her throat.
She hissed in a sharp breath and started giggling, her head trying to close the gap in between her chin and shoulder with little luck.
I nibbled at the skin there, loving the way her skin broke out in goose bumps as my beard rasped against her throat.
“You’re tickling me,” she pressed her butt back against me, trying to push me away.
All it did was press her ass, that lovely, shapely ass that had plenty of padding, against my cock.
My very erect cock that I’d been trying really hard to keep away from her, seeing as I was running late for work.
I closed my eyes as a growl escaped my lips. “You’re playing with fire.”
“And you’re going to be late.” She turned so that her back was to the window.
Which was when I saw that the t-shirt she was wearing of mine did very little to hide what she had on display.
The white t-shirt was practically see-through, I’d worn it so much.
There were holes in it that had been there for years, and I was fairly sure that I could see one sandy-colored nipple peeking out of one of the holes.
And let’s not forget that I could make out every bump in her areola.
I didn’t stop myself from lifting the hand that wasn’t still braced on the window beyond her head and drawing an outline of her nipple.
“You’re not allowed to wear this out of the house,” I told her bluntly. “If you do, I can’t be expected to behave.”
The laugh that she let out so abruptly told me she thought I was joking. The look I gave her let her know just how sincere I actually was.
She hooked her hand into the band of my underwear, and I had to physically restrain myself to stop from ripping her underwear off of her, lifting her up until she was on the edge of the windowsill, and shoving my cock inside her in the next breath.
She gently tried to pull me closer, which I resisted, making it to where the waistband of my underwear separated from my abdomen. Revealing my very hungry cock, that was bent at an awkward angle.