A Secret for a Secret Read online Helena Hunting (All In #3)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: All In Series by Helena Hunting
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
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“I’m good with whatever bacon you’ve already made.” I move in behind her, slip my finger under the tie along her waist, and pull the bow. “How much time do we have until breakfast is ready?”

Thirty minutes, an orgasm each, and some almost-burned bacon later, we’re sitting at my breakfast bar eating pancakes I would literally kill for, bacon, and a fresh-fruit platter.

“Move in with me,” I blurt. I blame it on the banana-pecan pancakes.

Queenie pauses with a strip of bacon halfway to her mouth—she’s eaten six. “You should probably wait until you’ve seen me have a real meltdown before you start throwing out invitations to move into your pad. I mean, I know I give a mean blow job and I make delicious pancakes, but you should be sure you can handle all of this before you decide you want to share a bed with me every night.” She motions to her now T-shirt clad body. It’s one of mine, and it almost reaches her knees, and the sleeves hang past her elbows. “Especially since I’m a cover hog.”

She’s obviously trying to let me off the hook for saying something so asinine. There is no way I’d ask a woman to move in with me after two weeks of dating, at least until Queenie. She’s a tornado, and half the time I don’t know what to do with her, but I still want to get caught up in her vortex.

“I’m pretty confident I can handle anything you throw at me.”

She props her cheek on her fist and gives me a soft smile. “We’ll have to wait and see if that’s true, won’t we?” She slides off her stool, gathering her empty plate. “Are you done, or do you want to see if you can polish off the rest of this?” She motions to the half-finished fruit platter, dish of pancakes, and few remaining strips of bacon.

I pat my stomach. I could definitely keep going until everything is gone, but it’ll make me lethargic at practice later. “I think I’m good for now.”

“You can save it for breakfast tomorrow.” Queenie grabs our plates and carries them over to the sink.

While Queenie tackles the dishes, I put away the leftovers. She doesn’t rinse the plates before she puts them in the dishwasher, and there doesn’t seem to be any kind of rhyme or reason to how she loads it.

“What’s up? You look like you’re about to have a coronary.” Queenie jams the mixing bowl in between the plates.

“Nothing. Everything’s good.”

She stops what she’s doing and props a fist on her hip. “Do you need to rearrange this?”

“No. It’s fine.” I grab the dishcloth and run it under the hot water so I can wipe down the counters.

She grabs the rag from me. “You’re going to switch everything around when I’m not looking.”

“I’m not—”

She fights a grin. “Just do it. You know you want to.”

I give in, because she’s right. I unload the dishwasher completely, rinse everything off, and reorganize it so all the dishes will get clean. Queenie absently wipes the same spot over and over on the counter, watching me with an entertained smirk.

I raise a brow. “What’s with that look?”

“Your quest for order entertains me.” When I close the dishwasher, she dangles the rag from her fingers. “Wanna show me how to wipe down counters properly now? Just so I know for future reference.”

She grabs my hand and places it on top of hers, then turns to face the counter. I stand behind her, and she lifts things out of the way as I smooth the cloth along the surface. Wiping counters down has never been an activity I would consider sexy . . . until now.

I stop paying attention to what I’m doing about halfway through, because her butt is rubbing up on my erection. She pulls her chestnut hair over her shoulder and exposes her neck, so I lean down and kiss the creamy, sweet expanse. It turns into another orgasm exchange before I finally finish cleaning up the kitchen and put everything back where it belongs while Queenie sits on the counter, laughing at me.

“Do you want kids?” she asks when I finish rinsing out the cloth and setting it to dry on the edge of the sink.

“What?” If I were drinking something, I probably would’ve choked on the word.

“Kids, do you want them? And I’m not asking because I suddenly want to have your babies. I’m sure they’d be pretty and all, but we’re not even at the let’s move in together stage, let alone the let’s plan a family stage.”

I smile at her explanation and the pink tint to her cheeks. “Um, yeah, I want kids, eventually. Do you?”

“I think so, yeah. I’d just like to have my own life figured out before I go adding someone else’s welfare to the list of things I need to manage.” She picks at a loose thread on my shirt. “You do realize that kids are balls of chaos, right?”


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