Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
“That was bad.”
“I know. This is why I need a tutor for English class. Good thing I’ve got one—the best one.”
“I’m not your tutor tonight,” she said, half-teasing, half-firm.
“Thank fuck for that.” I leaned over and brushed my lips against the side of her head, catching a hint of her shampoo. “You smell so good. And have I told you how fucking fantastic you look tonight?”
“Yes,” she admitted, a little shyly.
She really did look fucking incredible, like she’d stepped out of one of my most graphic daydreams. An XXX fantasy, in the best way.
We neared town, so I let her go to downshift. The truck rumbled as I guided it into a parking lot and backed into a space under a big oak tree. I shut off the engine and checked to see if anyone else was around.
“Where are we?” she asked, peering out at the stone building nearby. “Is that the back of the admin building? Weird place for a date.”
“You can be the judge of that when we get there.” I hopped out and circled around to open her door. When I grasped her waist, feeling that soft, slinky fabric under my hands, it was just to help her down, not because I was dying to touch her. And when I didn’t let go right away—it was just to make sure she didn’t fall in those heels, right?
The night air was cool, and her shoulders were bare. Maybe I should’ve told her to bring a jacket, but truth was, I liked seeing her like this. And if she got cold, I had a few ideas about how to warm her up.
We walked across the lot side by side. The sexual tension between us was real, and I couldn’t wait to see how tonight played out. I didn’t know how she’d react to what I had planned—but damn, I was excited to show her.
Eventually, we stopped where the sidewalk parted into two paths. There was a waist-height wall made of gray stone under a streetlamp. I pulled out my phone to check the time and scowled when I saw there were four texts—all from the same person.
“We have eight minutes.” As I put my phone away, it dawned on me that I could’ve just checked my watch. Normally, I never wore one, but it looked good with the suit.
“Until what?” she asked.
“Our window. We stagger our arrival times. Helps keep the secret location, you know, secret.”
She gave me a skeptical look. “We’re by the admin building. How is that secret?”
She was about two seconds away from asking a dozen more questions, and I didn’t want to get into it. “This is your fault, you know.”
“What?”
Putting my hands around her thin waist, I lifted her and set her on the flat surface at the top of the wall. She put her hands on either side for balance and then crossed her legs. The deep slit of her dress parted, leaving her legs bare from mid-thigh on down, and my mouth watered at the sight.
She was so fucking sexy.
Tori snapped her fingers, no doubt having noticed where my attention went. “What’s my fault?”
“It’s your fault we got here early. It was the sight of you in that sexy dress—it got my blood pumping harder, and I drove too fast.”
She smirked, but I could tell she was pleased as well. “So what you’re saying is the sight of a woman in a pretty dress makes you come too fast?”
I threw back my head and laughed. She was so fucking fun. Then I rested my palms on the stone on either side of her, leaning in close. “There’s only one way to find out.”
She put her hand on my chest, pushing me back—and didn’t seem in much of a hurry to break the contact.
Good.
“How long do we have to wait?” she asked finally.
This time, I checked my watch. “About six minutes now.”
“In that case, can I use three of them?”
My head cocked to the side as I stared at her. “Do you need a restroom or something?”
She laughed. “No, just kind of a… a time-out. Just three minutes. Then we can get back to our date.”
Now I was intrigued—and I saw an opportunity. “Fair enough—if I get the other three minutes.”
“What for?” She was suspicious—as she should be.
“You’ll see.”
She pouted, and I wanted to bite her lower lip. “Now you’re keeping secrets about your secrets. But okay, it’s a deal. The time-out starts now.”
“All right.” I cocked an eyebrow at her, curious.
“You know how in the truck you said that this night was about us and how you didn’t want to talk about Lucas?”
“That still seems like good advice to me,” I said.
“Not during a time-out.” She was cute when she lectured me. “So can you please tell me—I’ve been dying to know… what the hell happened last night when you called a homeowner’s meeting and dragged Lucas into the backroom of the basement?”