Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“You know.” I test the water. “The kind that freaks out over nakedness and can’t handle a dick like an adult.”
“I’ll have you know, sir! I can handle dick like a professional!”
I burst out laughing.
She rolls her eyes. “Not like a prostitute professional or porn star but like a normal healthy woman in her thirties who can handle dick, big, small, chubby, short, pencil shaped—whatever.”
“Ah good, no prejudices. I like it.” I cover my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing harder. “Then, we’re both getting into the shower, you’ll be happy to know you don’t have to handle my dick, but I am going to help you wash your hair and get you ready.”
Her eyes widen. “Naked?”
“Do you shower with clothes? Is that a thing?” I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. “Rules. No unnecessary touching, no pictures, and no thinking I’m hitting on you. This is specifically platonic because if you show up looking like you just got run over by a truck it reflects badly on your fiancé.”
She rolls her eyes. “I was about to say I don’t look that bad, but then I realized that would mean looking in the mirror and I don’t want to scare myself. So, shower it is, just keep your parts to your parts.”
“I can one hundred percent confirm all my parts will stay on one side of the shower.” I reach for her tennis shoes and tug them off, followed by her socks, I tell myself that they’re just shoes that her skin is just skin. I completely ignore how smooth it feels beneath my hands when I tug down her jeans.
She lets out a little moan. “I might puke.”
“At least wait until we’re in the shower, Can you even stand?”
She gets up on wobbly feet. Her hips nearly smack me in the face. I stand and peel her shirt over her head.
She’s not wearing a bra.
I ignore her perky breasts and make eye contact while tugging her black boy short underwear down to the floor. She’s still leaning pretty heavily against me while I kick off my shoes and jeans.
Her eyes roam my body freely. Green eyes wide, she tilts her head. “You don’t happen to have like peck implants, do you?”
I struggle not to laugh as she sways toward me then pokes me in the chest with her pink fingernail.
I swat her hand away. “No, my boobs are real, thanks for noticing.”
She lets out another moan. “I hope this sobers me up.”
“Says the girl who downed half a fifth of expensive whiskey. You owe me by the way.”
She scrunches up her nose and walks toward the shower; actually, she takes one step then falls back against me.
Her naked skin slaps against mine. I wrap my arms around her body and brace her tight. “Baby steps, let’s get you into the shower. Think you can manage to lean against the wall?”
“Maybe.” She yawns. “Yeah, I think so.”
We walk into the rain shower and immediately it feels like heaven, I’m not even drunk and it’s relaxing.
Scarlett moans. “This is better than sex.”
“You’ve clearly been having sex with the priest.”
“Ha-ha, very funny, and that was only like three times when we dated. He always felt too guilty.”
I snort at that. “For sleeping with you?”
Idiot.
“No.” She yawns. “For lasting too long. He was one of those marathoners that just keeps going and going and going—”
“I think I get the picture.”
She reaches for the body wash and starts rubbing it down her body. “He used to do this one thing with his teeth where he’d graze a nipple and suck, then he’d grab a piece of cold ice.” Her nipples get hard.
I grit my teeth and try to think about things that aren’t sexy and that aren’t nipples, like prison, murder, blood, clowns, Jenga.
Oh shit, the Jenga one was a bad call, because now I’m thinking about things going in slots.
I’d fuck her so hard against those blocks. The tower would just collapse all over the place while I toss her against the game table and—
Scarlett taps me on the shoulder. “Your mouth’s open and you just started panting. Is it too hot in here?”
It’s hot everywhere.
I’m hot everywhere.
Self-control.
I grit my teeth. “Yeah, let’s just hurry up, and no more talking about the priest, all right?”
“Aw, does it get you off?” She winks, cheeky brat. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been with a guy who was curious about Adrian.”
I roll my eyes. “No, the priest doesn’t turn me on.”
She nods. “Then what’s that?”
My dick is standing at attention in the salute to end all salutes.
I grab the body wash and start furiously rubbing it all over my body then quickly rub it down her legs while she protests that I’m going too hard.
If I hear that word one more time…