Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I can’t contain myself any longer. I burst out laughing.
He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him kiss me as long, as deep, and as completely as he wants. Because he’s right. It is always going to be me and him. I can’t see our love story end any other way.
28
Banks
“Well, we complicated the fuck out of this,” I say, chuckling.
Sara stretches her arm across my stomach, feathering her fingers against my skin. “It’s your fault. I told you I don’t do relationships, and you just kept working me.”
I scoff. “Whatever. I’m pretty sure I told you I’d fall for you, and I’m absolutely certain that I thought you staying here was a terrible idea.”
“I need my toothbrush, and I don’t even know where it is,” she says, laughing. “Is it here? In my car? In a box in my apartment?”
“We need a system for this. Either we’ll have double the essentials like toothbrushes and … whatever else. We’ll keep one at each house. Or we’ll have to bring them back and forth.”
She plants a kiss on my sternum. “One in each house. That way, we can make game-time decisions about where we want to stay.”
I roll my eyes.
“I know you just rolled your eyes at me,” she says, smacking me lightly on the abs.
“How do you know that? You aren’t even looking at me.”
She giggles. “I just know.”
She rolls onto her back and then snuggles up next to me. I bring her head to my lips and kiss the side of it.
I did something I’ve never done before—I called in to work. Tasha found it highly entertaining that I was calling it for a personal day and accurately guessed it had something to do with Sara. “Maybe you can take one every month. It’ll do us all some good,” Tasha said, laughing.
“I know you hate this arrangement,” she says. “It’s been, what, two weeks or something, and you’re already over it.”
“True. But whatever. I’m hoping you’ll get frustrated by not having your favorite shampoo at your convenience, and the shirt you’ll want is at the other house. Then you’ll give in and live with me like the way things were designed.”
“Designed by whom?”
“By God.”
She snorts, shaking her head. “Thank you for taking things slow.” She pops up on her elbow and looks at me with her sweet, sleepy morning eyes. “I just want to make sure I get this right.”
I brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’ll get it right. We’ll work on it until we do.”
She sits up, planting her hands on my shoulders like she’s going to straddle me when my phone rings. She reaches for it.
“Let it go to voicemail,” I say, cupping her ass cheeks and urging her toward me.
“Answer it. Then turn it off.”
I sigh, bringing the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hey, there, sexy. What’s happening over there?” Gloria asks.
I yank the blankets back. Sara grabs my cock and pumps it, sucking the pre-cum off the head.
Fuck. “Oh, not much, Glo. What’s happening over there?”
Sara giggles. She sits up, stroking me, and then squats over my shaft. I hold my breath as she presses the head against her opening and then slides her body down the length until it fills her.
“Fuck,” I mouth, pulling the phone away from my mouth while I hiss.
Gloria rattles on about something, and I have no idea what’s going on. I’m focused on Sara’s tits bouncing as she rides my dick.
How is this my life?
Thank you, God.
I hear the word auction. “Hey, Gloria, hang on. About the auction.” I palm one of Sara’s breasts and feel myself grow even harder. “I need to talk to you about that.”
“What about it?”
“Well, I have an idea.”
“Give it to me,” she says.
“Let’s talk about it this week at lunch. I’m a little preoccupied right now.”
Sara’s head falls back, her chin pointed at the ceiling. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
“Pick me up tomorrow at eleven thirty?” she asks.
“Yup. I’ll be there.”
“Okay. I’ll bring a mockup of the posters we’re putting up with your pictures on them.” She cackles. “They’re so good. The ladies are going to lose their dentures over this.”
I cringe. “That’s … great.”
She laughs. “Okay, well, go enjoy your day. I’ll see your handsome face tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow. Bye, Gloria.”
“Goodbye.”
I end the call and drop the phone on the bed.
“Quick question,” I say, rolling her nipples just the way she likes it.
“What?” She breathes in through her teeth as she takes me in and out. “This feels so good, Banks.”
“You do realize you didn’t put a condom on my cock before you sat on it, right?”
She slows, dropping her body until I’m fully, deeply seated inside her. Her hips move in slow, delicious circles as she grinds on me.
Her eyes are wide. “Yeah, well, I didn’t think about that.”