Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Matthew.” Her voice breaks through the haze. “You okay?” she asks, coming to me, her hands landing on my chest. Her palms open right over my heart.
“You bought my jersey,” I whisper while she nods her head yes. “I can’t tell you how turned on I am right now.” I grab her hips, pulling her to me, my cock busting to get out.
“Um, Matthew, you are pretty much always turned on.” She smiles at me, getting on her tippy toes, kissing under my jaw. “Now feed me, please.”
I shoot my eyebrows up at her. “I can feed you something really big right now.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Can I bite it off?”
I hiss out, thinking of her teeth chopping on my rod.
“Glad you agree.”
“Okay, you start the potatoes in the oven. I’ll go in search of the grill.” I tap her nose, turning to walk outside. I uncover the new grill, turning it on. I march back inside where I see her cutting up the making of a salad. “The grill is good to go. How do you take your steak?” I ask her, going over and prepping them with salt and pepper.
“Medium rare would be good.”
We work side by side till I grab the steaks and head outside. By the time I’m done I walk into the house, going to the dining room. The lights are dimmed. Some jazz music is filling the house. Karrie is lighting some candles while swaying to the music.
I walk to her, kissing the back of her neck that is bare, since she tied her hair on top of her head. The smell of peaches fills my nose.
We sit down and fill our plates with food. She grabs a glass of wine, filling it, “You want some?”
“No. I’m good with water.” I cut into my steak, taking the first bite. Not bad.
“So.” I hear her voice while she takes a sip of wine. “I think we should talk about things.”
I smile at her while I cut another piece of steak. “You're a talker, aren’t you?” I drink some water. “Even in bed?” I wink at her.
She puts the bite of potato in her mouth and then points the fork at me. “This is why we have to talk.”
“Let’s talk,” I say, eating.
“Are we really going to be sleeping in the same bed together all the time? I think that’s a little extreme.” She cuts her own steak.
“If you are in the same house or hotel with me, we sleep in the same bed. Next,” I tell her. This isn’t an option.
“What if I want to sleep alone? What if I need alone time?” she asks me.
“You need alone time, you tell me, you don’t need alone time when you sleep,” I say, grabbing more salad.
“What about sex?” she asks, and I almost choke on the piece of steak in my mouth.
“What about sex? We are going to have it. Lots of it. I plan to have lots and lots of sex with you.”
“Why me?” she asks me, putting her fork down and drinking the rest of her wine, then filling up her glass again. “I mean, honestly, you're you.” She drinks again. “There’s a reason I was hired. I didn’t read your file.” She drinks again. “I just.” She drinks again. “I’ve never done the whole boyfriend sleeping over and stuff.”
I put my fork and knife down gently, instead of slamming them down. “Let’s tackle that one at a time, shall we?” I lean forward, “Why you?” I start, “Why not you? I was pulled to you the minute I saw you, then I saw you in the office, and you gave me that sass. You didn’t give a shit who I was. You called me out on all the bullshit I threw at you and did it with almost a smile on your face.” I smirk at her, remembering that day. “You wanted to stab me that first day.” She smiles in her glass. “And most of the times after that.”
“Pretty much.” She sips her wine again.
“You're beautiful, sexy, and sassy. You're independent and you will never cave and let me get away with shit,” I continue while she sits there with her wine glass, watching her, not sure if she should drink or not. “You also don’t give a shit who I am or that I’m a professional athlete. You look at me and see me. That makes you worth everything.” I scoot back in my chair. “Come here, Karrie.” I wait for her to look at me and see the things that must be running through her head. I don’t know why I’m holding my breath, but I am.
She takes a second to take me in before pushing back and coming to my side. My hand goes up her legs to her ass, where I squeeze and then move up to her back. I grab her hips, turning her around so she can sit on my lap. Her ass sits directly on my cock while she crosses her legs that hang on the side of me.