Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“It’s the right thing,” I voice, but she surprises the hell out of me by stepping forward and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.
“I’m so proud of you. Congratulations,” she says, and I can’t do anything but smile down at her.
Feeling Katy’s pride for me is almost as good as having Thatch tell me they’re investing. My heart celebrates with erratic, raucous beats in my chest.
I don’t know why, but she kisses me again. Even deeper this time. And I lose myself a little in the kiss, sliding my hands into her hair and hungrily swallowing down the little moan that escapes her lungs.
But just as I start to get into it, she jumps away from me like my mouth is the stove and she just got burned.
“Shoot…I think I got a little carried away,” she says, shaking her head and holding her hand to her lips.
“It’s safe to say I did too.”
Katy rolls her eyes at herself, glancing over my shoulder and toward the door, undoubtedly trying to make sure no one is peeking inside the window.
“Is the coast clear?” I ask, and she nudges me with her hip as she walks back to her desk to sit down.
“Yes, it is. Smartass.”
“Is now the wrong time to mention that I can’t seem to find any of the three pairs of spare panties you’ve brought to my apartment?”
“Mack!” she whisper-yells, acting all scandalized even though we’re still the only two people in her room. “Talking to me about my panties is completely off-limits at school.”
“But anywhere else, I can?”
“You’re a pain in my ass,” she grumbles. “And stop hiding them, for Pete’s sake. I’m running low on my supply.”
“That’s kind of the point,” I taunt with a smile. I step toward her desk, lean down, and whisper into her ear, “So, whose place are we sleeping at tonight? Mine or yours?”
For the past four nights, she’s been in my bed, and I’m hoping to keep that glorious streak going.
She glares at me, but she also says, “Mine, you idiot.”
“Can’t wait.” I stand back up, victorious and completely aware that I need to quit while I’m ahead. “I’d tell you I’ll bring your panties back, but I doubt I’ll be able to find them, so…”
She snags a pencil from her desk and throws it at me. It hits me square in the chest just as I start cracking the hell up.
I hold up both hands in innocence as I move toward her desk again. “Just getting my lunch,” I say as I make a show of carefully grabbing the bag into my hands.
“Goodbye, Mr. Houston,” she says, her voice anything but firm. “I’ll see you later.”
“Trust me, Ms. Dayton, I can’t wait.”
I head out of her classroom and walk into my own, catching sight of my reflection in the window of my door. For far from the first time in the last month, Katy Dayton is the cause of an all-consuming smile.
Maybe, just maybe, it’s time to consider the reason this woman continues to put it there.
Friday, April 22nd
Katy
“Ah, fuck. I missed the show,” Mack says as he steps into his bathroom to find me fully dressed in my favorite nude shift dress and finishing up my hair and makeup.
“There was no way I was going to let you make me late again today.”
He’s also fully dressed in his typical work attire—khaki slacks, red Chuck Taylors, and a white button-up shirt. He steps up to the sink and grabs his deodorant. “Almost late,” he corrects. “Not late. And that happened over a week ago, babe. Surely I’ve regained your trust by now.”
“Ha!” I scoff and reach for my hair spray. “You’ll never have my trust when it comes to being on time.”
“But I have your trust with other things?” he questions and raises one eyebrow as he runs a comb through his hair. “I think we both know you can always rely on me and my cock to make you come.”
I almost say, and your mouth too, but I refuse to give his ego that much of a boost at six thirty in the morning.
“I thought you were going to the gym before work?”
“Your horny little ass kept me up until two last night. I needed my beauty sleep.” He shrugs as he spritzes on some cologne. It makes the bathroom smell like the softest vanilla and cedar and him. It threatens to go to my head.
“I kept you up?” I nudge him with my hip. “Pretty sure you have that all wrong.”
I fell asleep after we’d engaged in a little sexual fun, but he’s the one who woke me up for round two via his mouth on my vahooch.
“Yes, you,” he retorts and moves his body to stand directly behind me while I’m leaning forward to put on some lipstick. “If you wouldn’t have been all naked in my bed, I would’ve gone to sleep. But nooo, you just had to have your perfect pussy out to tempt me.”