Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“The thing I was most upset about was you leaving without saying goodbye.”
“You were sleeping. I’d gotten up to pee, checked my phone, and had all these messages from freakin’ Eli ‘get to the airport, I booked you a seven a.m. flight,’ blah, blah, blah.” I’d tossed my shit back into my bags and was out the door in less than fifteen minutes. “I hadn’t wanted to wake you.”
Hadn’t wanted to look over at the bed and have her watching me; leaving would have been difficult. Could I have done it? Sure. Because I had a job to do and obligations, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have gone back to bed, caught a later flight, been late, and let a crew of people down simply because little Miss Prim and Proper has the most beautiful bedroom eyes.
“News flash: I always want to be woken up, and I always want you to say goodbye, even if I’m half asleep.” She runs her palm along my jawline. “Trust me, I can totally fall back asleep with no issues.”
“All right.”
“The whole thing made me feel…used.” She shrugs. “Cheap?”
Shit.
I hadn’t thought of that either.
“You know I wasn’t using you, and I would never—”
She cuts me off. “I know that now, but there’s something about waking up to a cold bed that leaves a girl feeling empty inside.” She pauses. “I didn’t even have your phone number.”
“Fuck. I should have written it on the napkin. Why didn’t I?”
That makes her laugh. “’Cause you were in a hurry?”
“True—but it would have been a good idea, eh?”
“I have your phone number now. That’s all that matters.”
I inch forward. “This talk’s gotten real serious all of a sudden.”
Her shoulders move up and down, causing the bedsheet to move, inching down her chest.
Tits out.
My dick gets instantly hard.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
My hand reaches for her waist. “Let me show you.”
21
posey
We’ve had sex three times today.
Three.
Not that I’m bragging, but I’ve never had sex more than once in a single day, ever. All these firsts! I feel like such a badass.
I swear my crotch is sore as we order food for dinner. Molly and Eli are coming for dinner—a double date!
Squee!
Whatever geeky teen vibes I didn’t have as a teenager, I’m having now, almost sort of completely in control of my professional and love life. Mostly.
He missed me.
He apologized.
I walk into the kitchen and find him digging in the fridge, rising to his full height with a coconut cream pie in his hand.
“Don’t eat that!” I say a little louder than is probably necessary, but can you blame me? The dude has a pattern of not following directions.
“I wasn’t gonna.” He has the pie pan directly in front of his face, nose sniffing the crust. “I just wanted to look at it.”
“You’re making me nervous.”
“What’s it for?”
I take it out of his hands gingerly, worried he’ll drop it. “Mrs. Galvin.”
“You baked Mrs. Galvin a pie? What for?”
“For helping us out when she didn’t have to.”
“Um—first of all, the woman has been paid. She’s done nothing out of the goodness of her mercenary little heart. Secondly, she’s a scam artist.”
“Scam artist?” I shrug, setting the pie on the counter, licking a bit of frosting from the side of my thumb. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Hey. How come you get pie, and I don’t?”
“I’m not having pie. I got whipped cream on my finger and licked it off.”
Duke sticks his finger into the fluffy white whip on the top of the confection I’d only baked yesterday. “Hey! Stop that!”
When he boops me on the nose, I go cross-eyed, focused on the blob he booped there.
Duke leans over and flicks my nose with the tip of his tongue. “Yum.”
Okay—that I didn’t mind.
Not even a bit.
“Quit screwing around. They’re going to be here soon.”
“The food’s not even here yet,” he reminds me. “We have time.”
“Time for what?”
His hands go around my waist as he walks me backward toward the counter until my butt hits the cabinet. Duke’s large palm skims up my stomach under my shirt, causing me to shiver.
“Time for something sweet.”
I bite down on my bottom lip. “That sounds ridiculous coming out of your mouth.”
I think about other things that could be inside his mouth, namely me. Or me inside his mouth that could work, too. My pussy begins to get wet even from the short amount of time his hand has been under my shirt and his dick has been pressed against my stomach.
He's so hard. If I were wearing jeans—which I’m not—I’d be able to feel his hard-on.
Within seconds, he’s lifting me and setting me on the kitchen counter as if I weighed nothing at all. I spread my legs to accommodate him, wrapping my arms around his neck so he can kiss me full on the mouth. His lips are warm and soft even though he has stubble on his face that’s scratching my chin. I love the scruff on his chin. I love it when he doesn’t shave. It makes him look like a mountain man.