Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
I snag my phone off Blake’s nightstand to check the time, and when I realize it’s quarter to seven in the morning, I carefully slip out from beneath his sleepy embrace and head into his bathroom.
I’m wearing nothing but Blake’s oversized Dragons Football T-shirt, and a lazy, satisfied smile stretches across my lips when I see myself in the mirror. Apparently, four orgasms come with an endorphin high that rivals any runner’s. I silently wonder if I should consider delving back into my Polarize app and adding an additional hypothesis related to the correlation between pleasure and relationships. Is there a statistical connection between orgasms and how much a woman wants a man?
When a woman has an orgasm, is there an internal physiological response that increases her attraction to her mate?
And if that’s the case, would relationships last longer and divorce rates go down if more men understood how to give women pleasure?
I shrug and make a mental note to consider playing around with it when I get the chance.
I turn on the faucet to splash some cold water over my face, wafting an unexpected hit of the scent that’s coming off Blake’s T-shirt up to my nostrils. The scent is a heady combination of warm and spicy, and I’m more than a little curious if whatever cologne he wears is another piece of his captivating puzzle.
Trust me, I know only I would be half dressed in the guy I’m in a secret relationship with’s bathroom, trying to analyze the power of scents and orgasms and their implications on modern relationships.
What can I say? I’ll live and die by the sword of science.
I take another sniff, and another lazy smile etches across my lips. A warmth spreads beneath my skin, and the urge to bury my face in the T-shirt creates quite the temptation. Clearly, I like his cologne. Instantly, my brain goes back into research mode, already forming another hypothetical I could put in Polarize. If Blake Boden’s proximity is universally appealing, does his cologne play a measurable role in enhancing his charisma?
And if yes, is a person’s choice of scent a significant factor in enhancing their perceived charisma, social appeal, and sexual attraction?
There are an abundance of academia-backed research papers on pheromones I could include in my inputs.
I toss my long blond locks into a messy bun and lean forward to wash my face, but just as I’m drying off with the white hand towel by the sink, two strong hands grip my hips. I peer over the towel to meet Blake’s eyes in the reflection in the mirror.
“Big plans for today?” he asks, an adorable grin making his lips quirk up.
“Not too much. Just my usual lab routine.” I shrug and turn around to face him. “What about you?”
“Practice in about an hour,” he says and steps forward to wrap his arms around my waist. “And then, I was hoping, you know, I’d get to see you again.”
His close proximity forces another strong waft of his delicious scent into my nose, and I blurt out, “What cologne do you wear?”
He tilts his head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“I mean exactly what I said. What cologne do you wear?”
“I don’t wear any cologne,” he says, his eyes glinting with amusement. “That’s all Eau De Me.”
“Oh my God.” I laugh. Outright. “You’re so full of it, and you know it.”
He grins wider, unapologetic. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I roll my eyes at him and head back out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. I make no apologies for going straight to his dresser, where I can see a cologne bottle sitting on the top, but I only have the bottle in my possession for exactly three seconds before Blake takes it away from me with teasing hands.
“Ah, ah,” he says through a chuckle. “A man needs to keep some secrets.”
“Too late,” I say, quirking a defiant brow. “Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille.”
“Fuck, you’re like a speed-reader,” he responds, and I try to grab the bottle from his hands again, but he just holds it above his head, a spot that is far too high for me to reach, even if I try to jump.
Though, he is pretty close to the bed, so I hurriedly hop up onto the mattress and dive onto his back. Blake lets out a hearty laugh as I try to steal the bottle of cologne from his hands, but he just stretches his long arm out farther.
“Just let me see it,” I say, giggles leaving my lips.
“Why?”
“For research.”
“Oh, more research?” he asks and somehow manages to spin my body around so that my legs are wrapped around his hips and our chests are pressed against each other. “You want to kiss me again?”
“I think we’re far past the point of kissing, Blake. We had sex three times last night.”