Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
She didn’t even care about punishing Gideon for his spying anymore, she was just seriously turned on by the knowledge that he was out there watching her every move.
Gideon watched, jaw hanging, eyes wide—he didn’t dare blink in case he missed any of this spectacular show she was putting on for him. He was leaning forward, forearms braced on his thighs, beer bottle dangling—forgotten—from his fingertips between his knees.
It had been sheer coincidence that he’d been outside when she’d returned home from her date. He’d watched with bated breath as Perfect Adam walked her to her door. They’d talked quietly, laughed, and then—thankfully—the man had left. Gideon didn’t know what he would have done if Adam had set foot in her house.
Or stayed the night.
He had despised the thought. And there was not a single doubt in his mind that he would’ve shamelessly cock-blocked the guy in some way, consequences be damned. An action that would have undoubtedly pissed Beth off and possibly reinstated the animosity between them.
Thankfully, it hadn’t come that.
Now there was this. Since Wednesday, Beth had pointedly drawn her curtains every evening just before switching her lights on.
But tonight…
Gideon watched—throat dry—as she slowly, sexily swayed to the beat of a song he could not hear. Her golden-brown hair tumbling down her back, blouse practically undone, eyes shut. She was stunning. So fucking irresistible.
She turned slowly, until her back was to the window and her hands fell.
Gideon groaned when her blouse dropped down her left shoulder, then her right shoulder, until it gathered at her bent elbows.
His entire body, from his fingers to his toes, to his hard aching cock, was straining toward her. Willing her—with every fiber of his being—to turn around.
She didn’t turn around, but she straightened her arms and the blouse slid to the floor. Her hair covered her back, he couldn’t tell what—if anything—she was wearing under that blouse.
Fuck. Were her pretty breasts naked? Nipples hard?
She was turning around. Thank Christ.
She wore a scrap of cream silk. A camisole, with a lacy bustline and thin straps.
Definitely no bra.
She’d been walking around with no bra all night? Gideon detested the thought of Adam noticing and enjoying the view.
He fucking loathed it.
She ran her hands through her hair, leaving it sexily tousled. She smoothed her palms down the indent of her waist, then skimmed them up over her torso until they briefly cupped her breasts. Her head fell back and Gideon growled, leaned even further forward in the chair, one of his hands going to the fly of his jeans to stroke and adjust the uncomfortably hard ridge of his cock.
She was turned on. It was clear. He knew the signs. He’d seen them often enough. He resentfully wondered if that Adam fucker was responsible for her obvious horniness.
One of her hands had burrowed beneath her top and he could see it moving up to cover her naked flesh.
“Holy mother of God,” he mewled, praying for mercy. He pushed to his feet, shaking with greed and need. Ready to go over there and give her what she so clearly craved.
But she suddenly stopped moving. Perhaps the song she’d been dancing to had ended. Whatever the reason, she seemed to snap out of her happy, horny haze.
Her hands dropped to her sides, she sighed deeply and—with a slow wicked smile—seemed to look directly at him, before walking to the windows and abruptly closing the curtains.
Gideon stared at the darkened window in consternation as he wondered—for the first time—if she’d been doing all of that to fucking punish him?
She must have known he was watching.
Gideon—one hand still on his aching cock—stared at the window thoughtfully and then grinned.
“Well played, Scrappy,” he said with a chuckle. “Well played.”
He sighed and gave himself a squeeze.
In the meantime, something had to be done about this particular problem because it wasn’t going away without some intervention from him.
He shook his head and headed back inside to reward himself with the solitary wank he deserved.
“No.” The word was definitive and brooked no argument. Yet Beth still found reason to continue with a firm, “Absolutely not.”
Gideon grinned unrepentantly.
“C’mon Lizzy, live a little,” he cajoled, delighted by her outrage. “I have a spare helmet for you and everything.”
“I don’t need to live a little. I already live. I live a lot. And I’d like to continue doing so, and that means never straddling that noisy monster of yours. Ever.”
He had wheeled his bike over to her side of the road and when he’d knocked on her door to pick her up for their friendly lunch date, it had been parked directly outside of her front gate.
She had balked when she’d spotted it. Literally took several steps backward.
“We’re taking my car.”
“My legs are too long for that wee toy car of yours,” he protested. “Come on, Beth, just this one time. You can’t tell me you’ve never been bike-curious?”