Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“I can do that.” Pulling her to me, I slide my other hand around her lower back while staring into the windows of her beautiful eyes. “I have another question.”
“Okay.”
“When do I get to tell everyone in that office how fucking amazing you taste?”
She laughs, the playfulness returning as she whacks me in the arm. “Tomorrow if you’re looking to get us fired.” Sexy smart-ass.
“Different topic. I need to head to my apartment.” I look back at Max and then to her again. “But it feels wrong to leave you guys.”
She sighs, looking down again. “I know what you mean. Are we rushing things?”
I'm not sure, but at least we’re doing it together. “We’re going at our own pace.”
24
Liv
I almost asked Noah to come with me to drop Maxwell at my mom’s. I don’t know why I didn’t, other than I’ve had so much happen in the past forty-eight hours that I really don’t want to do the introduction dance today.
It’s just easier and quicker if I go alone while he heads to his place. Though I did give him a key just in case he was done before I was and arrived at my apartment before I did.
In the cab, I let my mind wander. Life throws me curveballs, but I’ve never been a better catcher than I have this weekend. Sure, I have momentary lapses, letting fear get the best of me, but they’re short-lived, and Noah’s been right there to reassure me. Nothing is how I predicted it would be with him, and having that weight of guilt off my conscience is glorious. He knows what I’ve kept a secret from part of my world.
My mom remarked that I have a glow about me. That was followed by a “use protection” talk. I opened a can of worms this morning on our call. Now she won’t stop talking about sex. What have I done? I shake my head but also laugh.
That conversation has me thinking about the future. Do I want more kids? Do I want more kids with Noah? We have a solid month’s supply of condoms in the nightstand drawer, but will we be together to use them?
Although I know it’s too soon to think about a relationship, I can’t say I don’t want more kids. Giving Max . . . oh wow. Noah’s rubbing off on me. Giving Maxwell a sibling is something I wouldn’t mind doing. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, and it would have been nice to have that built into my life.
But it’s the way Noah’s supported me and Maxwell since the moment he found out that has opened me to possibilities I didn’t know existed before Friday night.
Walking into the lobby of my building, I add his name to my guest list, giving him twenty-four seven access to stop by or come over anytime. As Maxwell’s father, he should have that right. As my . . . I’m not sure what he is. I think he’d flip out if I called him a coworker at this point. He’s clearly more than that. He’s more than Maxwell’s father as well. I’m just not sure what he is in my life.
Yet.
I’m feeling optimistic, but the yet lingers up to my floor. I don’t know if we’re going out as friends tonight or if it’s a date. Either way, I’m hoping it will help us determine more of our role in each other’s lives.
Form-fitting black dress.
Heels that will turn a certain someone’s head.
I see how Noah eyes my legs and lower. He appreciates the effort I make to wear gorgeously made shoes. But I have a feeling he would like to appreciate them in the bedroom. I need to fulfill that fantasy and wear nothing but my sexiest heels.
When my hair is styled and my makeup is done, I stand in front of the mirror. I’m overdressed for three thirty in the afternoon, but with a long drive ahead, I figure my makeup will lighten over the hours and my hair will relax, hopefully making it perfect by the time we arrive. I should probably wear something more comfortable in the car, but the last thing I want to do is change clothes in a gas station bathroom.
So this is it. And I feel amazing.
Resting my hand on the bed, I lift my foot and slip on one platform heel. “You’re a gorgeous woman, Liv, but wow. You’re breathtaking tonight.” His dulcet tones warm me through like a sip of whiskey. When I turn back, I see Noah standing in the doorway admiring me.
I drop down on the foot without a heel to catch my balance before lifting that leg again to stand like a flamingo. My cheeks still heat, and putting on my shoe is a good distraction. “I see the key came in handy.”