Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“Yes. Of course.” She closed her eyes, knowing that this was likely something she should tell him.
But what if he was turned off? Or treated her differently? Or didn’t want to be with her?
Or worse, stayed with her because he felt sorry for her.
“I can hear your mind going a million miles. Don’t stress, baby. Just tell me that you’re safe.”
“I’m safe.”
“Good.” The relief in his voice floored her. “I’m calling because I have some bad news.”
Bad news?
“I have to go away for a few nights. I was meant to have another week off, but one of the guys that was starting a job Monday is ill. He should only be out a few days, so I shouldn’t be gone too long, I hope. I’ll leave really early Monday morning. The job is in LA. Then I’ll hopefully be back Wednesday or Thursday.”
“Oh. That’s okay.” It wasn’t. Sadness flooded her.
Silly, Gwen.
He’s not yours.
Yeah, but she was here for so short a time that it cut their time down.
Well . . . there was no timeline she had to follow, though. It wouldn’t matter if she stayed here longer.
You should get a job.
You’ve got rent to pay. And what about food? Bills?
Panic started to unfurl as she remembered her unemployed state.
Chill.
You’ve got plenty of savings. You’ll be all right.
But when you only had yourself to rely on . . . it could be scary being out of a job.
“You’re still keen to see the horses tomorrow? Maybe go for a ride?”
“Not sure that keen is the word I’d use. You know I’m a city girl, right?”
“I’ll go easy on you, city girl.”
“All right, cowboy. I suppose I could go riding. Although it’s not really a horse I’m interested in riding,” she muttered.
He let out a bark of laughter.
Oh crap.
There went her mouth again, speaking before her brain caught up with it.
She groaned. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Good to know you want to ride me, darling girl. As I feel the same. But you’ll have to wait a bit longer.”
She groaned. “Damn it. Are you some sort of sadist?” Because making her wait like this had to be considered torture.
“I’m not sure a sadist would have given you the best orgasm of your life yesterday.”
“He might have if he thought it would make me want him even more,” she pointed out.
“Well, if I’m a sadist, then I’m also a masochist as well.”
She sucked in a breath, feeling guilty. “I should have taken care of you, too.”
Damn. It’d been a long time since she’d been in any sort of relationship, and she’d obviously become selfish in that time.
“Whoa, darling girl. That wasn’t what I meant at all. You are never under any obligation to take care of me. That is not an expectation I have. I made you come because I wanted to. Not because I wanted nor expected anything in return. You understand me?”
Wow.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Because you reciprocating because you feel like you have to isn’t what I want.”
“But what if it’s what I want?” she asked. “What if I want to touch you too?”
“Well, now, that’s a whole different proposition, isn’t it?” he said in a silky warm voice. “What would you like to do to me, darling girl?”
What was this? Were they doing this over the phone?
“Are we going to have phone sex?” she asked.
He laughed down the line. “As good as that sounds, your food is about five minutes away. Not that I probably need much longer, but I’d rather wait until we had a bit more time and there wasn’t some teenager delivering food to you on the other side of the door.”
Yeah. She’d prefer that too.
“But when I call you while I’m away . . . yeah, that’s a definite possibility. If I can’t be there making you come, I want to watch you pleasuring yourself.”
“Wait. No, I was talking about you! Making you come. Not me.”
“Now, that doesn’t sound nearly as much fun. You don’t want to come for me, darling girl?”
“I don’t . . . you know that I haven’t been able to . . .”
“Masturbate?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Wait. I thought you meant you hadn’t tried. Have you tried and haven’t been able to come?”
“That’s right,” she said faintly.
“Oh, my poor girl. We need to change that.”
Shoot. She wasn’t sure if that was possible. Or at least if you’d asked her a few days ago, she’d have said it wasn’t feasible. However, right now, with her clit throbbing and her nipples tingling . . .
Yeah. It was more than possible.
A knock on the door had her taking in a sharp breath. “Someone’s here.”
“Easy, Shortcake. It will be the person with the food.”
“Oh. Of course. Silly me. Shoot. I need to pay them.”
“No need,” he said smoothly. “It’s already taken care of as well as the tip.”