Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Good.” I walk over to the fridge. “Was that so hard?”
“Yes,” he says. “Can I do anything to help?”
“Yes.” I look over at him as I grab a mixing bowl. “Go sit down.”
I motion with my head while I start preparing the eggs. “What are your plans for the day?” I ask him as I take a serving platter out and start putting everything on it.
“I’m off this weekend,” he tells me, “and I heard from a little bird that you are getting furniture today.”
“A little bird?”
“Theo,” he tells me, and I shake my head.
“Snitch,” I grumble under my breath. “So you are going to just stay here and wait with me.”
“I figured, if anything, we can keep each other busy.” I look over at him just in time to see the smirk and then his wink.
We sit side by side as we eat breakfast, and when I’m about to start cleaning up, he pushes me out of the kitchen. “The rule is the rule—you cook, I clean. Or if I cook, you clean.”
“But it’ll go faster if I help, and then we can keep each other busy.” I move my eyebrows up and down twice. “If you catch my drift.”
He laughs at me, holding my face in his hands and kissing my lips. “Go get ready for me.”
“What does that mean? Get ready for me?” I ask, trying not to smile big but failing. “Should I, like, get naked and take my toy out? Should I wait for you in the shower?”
“If you don’t get your ass out of this kitchen, I’m going to fuck you on this floor.” I look up to the side, thinking that I’ll win either way in that scenario. “Get upstairs.” He laughs. “It’ll take me no time at all since you like to clean as you go.”
“It’s easier,” I tell him, turning and walking toward the stairs. “I feel you staring.”
“Enjoying the view, baby,” he compliments, and I move his shirt higher, showing him my bare ass. “That ass is going to be red by the time I’m done with it.”
I literally stop in my tracks, turning on the bottom step and facing him, folding my arms under my chest. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Really?” He puts his hands on his hips. “Okay, then.” He smirks and turns around to walk back into the kitchen.
I’m making the bed when he comes into the room. He puts one hand on my hip and the other between my legs, and making the bed is a thing of the past.
“That,” I say, heaving, “might be the best sex I’ve had.” I’m on my stomach, looking over at him on his back, his hand on his chest as he looks at the ceiling.
“Might be.” He looks over at me, his hand at his side comes out to rub my ass. “When I smacked your ass, I thought your pussy was going to strangle my cock.”
I smile at him. “I wasn’t expecting it, and then—”
“Yeah, and then,” he teases me as he turns on his side and kisses my neck, “and then I couldn’t stop.”
“I should get up,” I say but don’t move. “They said they were going to be here between nine and ten thirty, and it’s already…” I look at him. “What time is it?”
He does an ab curl, grabbing his phone from beside the bed. “Nine forty-five.”
I turn on my side and get out of bed. “I’m going to need to shower,” I state, going to the bathroom, “alone.” I point at him. “Listen for the truck.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’m walking out of my closet at the same time as he’s getting out of the shower when the doorbell rings. “In record time,” he says, and I roll my eyes at him.
I run down the steps, opening the door and seeing the big truck in front of my house. Two guys wait at the truck while two guys are on the porch. “Hi,” I say, “bring it in.”
It takes them an hour to unpack the living room furniture and then another hour for the dining room. The big table was the biggest challenge for them since it was so heavy. Three hours later, I’m closing the door and looking around at the state of my house. Everything is piled in the middle of each room. “Now the magic happens,” I tell Caleb, who is looking from one room to the other.
He’s about to say something to me when my phone rings from the kitchen. I run to get it, seeing it’s an unknown caller. I put it on speakerphone as I head back into the living room with Caleb. “Hello,” I answer, and it takes a full minute for the voice to come out.
“Is this Sierra?” The woman’s voice is low, almost as if she’s whispering or she’s afraid.