Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Ohh, do share,” I say, leaning forward.
“I’m not quite sure what it is, but there’s just something about her. She’s odd. Not in a bad way, but just in a quiet, keep to herself kind of way. She can sing too, man, I’ve heard her singing as she cleans the tables and have tried to convince her to sing at the mic nights but she said she doesn’t want to. Crazy, if you ask me. Still, I’m certain I’ll change her mind. She’s in tomorrow, you’ll be able to meet her.”
“Sounds interesting. What’s her name?”
“Lorelei.”
“Ohh love it.”
Eve gets back to work and I finish up my coffee, grab my bag of goodies, and head back to Adan’s house. The antibiotics have knocked him for six, and he’s been sleeping a lot, but his infection is improving so that’s something. I’ve seen Daniel since, and we actually had a great lunch together. Maybe there’s hope there, after all.
If only my damned body would stop reacting every single time Adan walks in the room. It kills me when he’s around.
It doesn’t help that I’m actively trying to turn him on.
My pride is far too big for my britches, that’s for sure.
Still, a girl has to do what a girl has to do.
I get home and he’s asleep, which is perfect for me. I change into my sexy nurse outfit, revealing my butt cheeks and breasts in a way that should probably be illegal, and then I saunter around, cleaning the house.
I’m mid-way through wiggling my booty as I dance and dust, when I hear Adan’s gruff voice behind me. “What the actual fuck?”
I spin around, letting out a little squeak because I didn’t hear him come in.
Then, I let a slow grin spread across my face.
“What is it?” I ask, innocently batting my eyelashes.
“What are you wearing?”
“I’m a nurse, am I not?”
“Nurses don’t wear that.”
I shrug. “Here they do, do you need anything?”
I walk over to him, breasts bulging, and lean in close with a grin.
“What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you need anything.” I smile.
“I don’t.”
“Should we check your dressing.”
“Not until you change clothes.”
“These are my clothes now, why, isn’t it bothering you? A little twitch in the knickers perhaps?”
He grunts. “You’re somethin’ else.”
“Indeed I am. Can I get you a beer?”
“After you’ve changed.”
“If it doesn’t bother you, I don’t need to change.”
“It bothers me.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s distracting.”
“Distracting how?”
“Be quiet and get fuckin’ changed.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You can.”
“I can’t.”
“Fuck,” he growls, walking into the kitchen.
I get back to my dusting, and dancing, and singing, and twirling around. I notice Adan looking at me, and the way his eyes are hooded, tells me I have more effect on him than he lets on, which means this’ll work. Eventually, it’ll work. I can step up my game, but I’ll drive him so crazy he’ll have no choice but to do what I want.
Give me a hard-on and we’re square.
Shower time rolls around, to which Adan demands I get changed, and I refuse. As I’m undressing him, I hum and make sure all my moves are sexual as hell. When I begin washing him, I don’t spend too long on his parts of course, because that would be against the rules, but I do make sure that when I lean down, I breathe out a puff of hot air right on his dick as I’m going past.
He growls.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask innocently, looking up as I continue to wash.
“You’re breathing on my dick.”
“I can’t not breathe, Adan.”
“You’re blowing hot air on it, tryin’ to wake it up. That’s cheating.”
I blink, as if I’m confused. “I’m not touching it.”
“You’re breathin’ on it.”
“I’ll hold my breath then.”
I grin as I continue to wash him and then I stand, eye to eye with him, as I’m washing the soap off with the showerhead. He glares at me, never breaking eye contact.
“You know,” I say with a grin, wetting him slowly. “We kind of know each other better than most couples. I mean, I’ve seen all of you. I’ve washed all of you. We’re practically married.”
He leans in close. “We’re fuckin’ not. A thousand women have seen all of me, and let me tell you, they’ve run soap all over me. This is nothin’ unusual for me.”
Oh.
Harsh.
Trust Adan to be harsh.
“Well, I bet none of them were dressed like this.”
“Plenty,” he grinds out.
Fine.
He wants to play it like that, I can step up my game. I move around to wash his back and very sensually run my hands down the rippled muscles beneath his skin. God he’s beautiful, the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on. The perfect body, the right amount of muscle, and the ink ... oh. It’s lovely.
God dammit, I’m turning myself on.
It’s meant to be the other way around.
I don’t realize how I’m touching him until I snap myself out of my thoughts.