Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
“I... uh...” I took a step, then found I couldn’t go any further. “What are you doing in my shower?”
“Nothing but cold water is coming out of mine,” he returned. “Speaking of, would you mind telling Mrs. Prado that if she’s really coming back, we need her to bring a plumber with her. I can’t stand this place,” he grumbled. “Everything’s falling the fuck apart.”
“But why didn’t you shower in Alex’s or Rhodes’s bathroom?”
Laughter carried out of the shower. “Why in the world would I?”
I heated up. Of course he wouldn’t go in their space. He wasn’t married to them. It was perfectly reasonable for a man to shower in the same tub as his wife. It wasn’t his fault said wife was replaced by an impostor.
“Oh. Okay.”
“Babe,” he called, making me jump. “Shower gel?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah! Sorry.” I willed movement back into my feet, making them carry me across the bathroom to the—
Micah stood under the warm spray butt naked with nary a shower curtain or murky glass partition to shield him from me. Under my wide, bulging eyes, his hands traveled down, down, down his chest to the wet and swollen member hanging between his legs.
I stopped breathing. Stopped moving. Stopped thinking as he grasped his cock, and started stroking.
“Hey, are you all right?” he asked with a laugh. “Why are you just standing there?”
My lips parted, but nothing came out. Nothing I ever experienced—sexually or otherwise—could’ve prepared me for seeing Micah Spencer naked.
Hera knew I imagined such a miraculous thing enough times in my teenage fantasies. And a few times in my adult fantasies when I was faking my way through sex with Dan, and a grown-up version of Micah, Rhodes, or Alexander would pop into my head—promising they’d satisfy me even if the stupid fool on top of me couldn’t.
“It has been a while, hasn’t it.”
I jerked, heating the sweat on my body up for the second time.
“And now that I think about it...” Micah drawled, squeezing his length tighter the further down he went. “You never did give me an answer to my question. My deal or yours?” He tipped his chin, making those long, wet locks fall over his hooded eyes. “Join me and we’ll work out all the... kinks.”
Sense slapped me across the head, snapping me out of it in a blink. “Okay, that’s it.” I pointed at my feet. “Get out of my shower and get over here. We need to settle this right now.”
“And I have to get out for this?”
“Move your ass.”
Amusement etched into every line and water droplet on his face. Grabbing a towel, he climbed out of the shower and padded over to me. “What is it, Sue? I know you’re committed to keeping up your act, but I promise not to hold it against you if you drop this blushing virgin routine.”
“It’s not a routine!” I was looking anywhere but down. Micah had a towel on... but it was around his shoulders. “You and I having sex is not a good idea! There are a thousand reasons why, and I can list them all for you right now,” I said, whipping out my phone. “We need to be celibate. Can you agree to that, and stop trying to seduce me?”
“No.”
“Very well,” I said primly. “Then, I’m going to need you to speak very clearly into the mic, stating that you are willingly and soberly consenting to sexual intercourse with the knowledge that I am putting on an ‘act’ as you call it, but you’re aware of and okay with this.”
He blinked at the phone. “This is a new and strange form of foreplay. Did you learn it from your side piece?”
“Into the phone,” I pressed, moving it closer. “Repeat after me: I am willingly and soberly—"
Laughing, Micah dropped the towel and draped me shrieking over his shoulder instead.
“I would much prefer a record of your consent before we—”
“You’d also prefer to drop that phone on the mat, or it’s going in the shower with us.”
“Micah—!”
Micah stepped in the tub—me and all.
I barely had enough time to toss my phone out of the bathroom before he dropped me on my feet, directly under the warm spray.
“If I could just get on the record that—”
Swooping down, Micah captured my lips—putting an end to my babbling for good.
So many days, and in so many ways, I imagined my first kiss with Micah Spencer, and not even in my most heated and vivid fantasies did it ever come close to this.
Lips steamy hot like the mocha sunrise he spurned, his moved against mine, melting my resolve like ice cubes on a Florida sidewalk.
I gasped, welcoming him in all too soon, and he stormed inside like the take-no-prisoners bad boy he was. Tongue tangling, moans mingling, fireworks exploding—my whole body came alive in his arms.