Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
But I have to keep it together because somehow, my stepdaughter’s gotten under my skin after only one night together. But who am I kidding? I’ve been watching her for a while now as those curves blossomed, and especially after I discovered her naughty bag of toys. Yet I have to keep us on an even keel because as the adult in this relationship, I’m the one in charge. Right?
“Let’s enjoy our breakfast,” I manage to stammer. “And then we can go from there.”
With a giggle, Harlow returns to her eggs, and somehow, I already know that I’ve lost the game to this gorgeous girl.
6
Harlow
I take a long sip of my frothy, ice-cold Frappuccino and then stick my finger into the whipped cream on top. “Is there anything more delicious than whipped cream?” I ask while licking the sticky substance off my finger.
“Girl, you look like you’re doing a sexy Cool Whip commercial right now,” Ramona giggles as she slurps on her own strawberry frap. “You just need to be in a bikini and roller-skates, and it would be perfect. Hell, I wish I had a camera right now.”
I giggle.
“Why, because Club Z’s not hot enough for you?”
Ramona titters again.
“Hell no because that place is on fire.” She leans forward conspiratorially. “Har, you should have been at the Club last night because it was so much fun. Things got out of control, and you know when I say out of control, I mean Out. Of. Control.”
I giggle. “Aren’t things always out of control over there?” I tease.
But my friend shakes her head, her expression one of marvel. “Yeah, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it quite like this. I don’t know, is it possible for women to go into heat, like the way animals do? There was definitely something in the air.”
I laugh, trying not to be too loud.
“I don’t know about going into heat, but they do say that when women ovulate, they get super-horny. I haven’t experienced it myself, but hey, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. But tell me about this amazing night because clearly it’s juicy.”
Ramona leans in again, her eyes dancing with excitement.
“Well, basically there was an orgy at the indoor pool in the lower level,” she whispers, her voice low and almost conspiratorial. “I don’t think it was a planned event, which made it all the more chaotic. But soon girls were shedding their clothes, and guys were groaning. Everything was slippery and wet, if you get my point.”
I nod.
“Steamy. But did you participate? Or were you just watching?”
Ramona blushes a little.
“I was just kind of watching for a bit, because I wasn’t focused on any one guy in particular.”
I nod.
“Go on.” My friend is a sassy one, and I know there’s more. She nods deviously.
“So then, oh my gosh, there was this gorgeous guy, and it was so hot… and so unexpected…”
“Oooh, what happened? Spill!” I squeal and immediately cover my mouth. I glance around the busy coffee shop but no one looks up, so Ramona and I just giggle again. She looks around the room conspiratorially before turning back to me, her voice lowered. “This guy came over and he was thick, girl, like I was nervous to take him. But he didn’t even want to have sex like that.” My buddy’s eyes dance around the room once more before she continues. “We were just kissing and then he put his finger in my ass,” she whispers, wriggling a bit in her seat from the memory. “It was so hot, and oh my god. I spent the whole night with him.” She sighs happily.
I bite my bottom lip and grin. “Oh yeah, anal fingering is the best. So you had a good time?”
She nods blissfully.
“The best.”
I giggle.
“We’re so bad! I mean, who knew girls could really get into back-door naughtiness?”
Ramona merely wiggles her brows at me.
“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome, right?” But then she pauses for a moment. “But why weren’t you there, Har? You know what, I don’t think I’ve seen you at the Club in almost two weeks. Is everything okay?”
I smile quickly but then sober up because I’m not sure how Ramona is going to react to what I’m about to share with her. Heck, I’m not even sure how I feel about my situation, given that Sam’s technically the man of the house. Or am I the woman of the house because I’m the one whose name is on the deed? Fortunately, Ramona is a good friend, so I decide to confide my naughty secret.
“Um, well, remember when you came over the other night?” I begin slowly, trying to find the best way to tell her about Sam.
Ramona nods. “Um, yeah, like two weeks ago. Why?”
“Well, after you left, Sam came by my room.”
Ramona furrows her brows.
“Who’s Sam? Your butler?”