Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Zachariah Lee Caruso was born a mere nine pounds one ounce via C-section.
He had a head of pitch black hair that was untamable, and had a killer smile just like his daddy.
Zach and Cleo were like two peas in a pod.
Now, at eight months, if Cleo was in the room, Zach had nothing to do with me.
He was a daddy’s boy, pure and simple.
Even if his momma did everything for him like feed him in the middle of the night and kiss away his boo-boos.
“Pass me those screws sitting on the counter,” Cleo instructed as he held out his hand.
Leaning forward, I grabbed the screws off the counter and dropped down to my knees in between Cleo’s splayed thighs.
He was killing me in his shirtless state and tight blue jeans.
Dropping the screws in his hand, I let my hands roam up and down the insides of his thighs, not quite touching the important stuff, but getting close enough that I was getting a response from Cleo.
The muscles in his legs tightened, and his abs flexed with the urge to stay as still as possible.
“You’re playing with fire, woman,” Cleo growled softly.
I smiled, and lifted one hand to trace the waistband of his jeans.
“You know, we do have a babysitter,” I said, letting my fingers dip slightly into his pants before slipping them back out.
Cleo didn’t waste any time dropping the screws and throwing me over his shoulder as he practically ran towards our bedroom.
“Silas is totally going to kill me for leaving him with your Nonnie and Zach,” he groaned as he tossed me down on the bed and then followed me down.
I grinned. “Yeah, but what a way to go!”