Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I let go of his cock, and he looks down at me. “Good morning.” I wink at him, jerking his softening cock.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He chuckles, and I let his cock go, and he gets off the bed. “Sorry, it has to be fast.” He walks over to his pants and gets dressed again. “I promise to take my time tonight.”
“I look forward to that.” I get off the bed, and I’m about to walk over to him, but he puts up his hand to stop me from walking to him.
“That already got me late,” he declares, and I laugh at him. “Also, I’m off all weekend, so I’m thinking we stay naked the whole time.”
“Is that what you were thinking?” I grab a shirt and put it on me.
“Yes, and I think it’s a fantastic idea,” he teases, and I just laugh. “You can have clear access to my dick all day long. If you want to suck it, you can. If you want to ride it, you can. I’m doing this for you.” I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh.
“Thank you for thinking about me like that.” I put my hand on my chest. “I don’t know what I would do without your thoughtfulness…” I tilt my head to the side. “And your dick.”
“Are you up now?” he asks. “I’ll leave your coffee on the counter.”
“You don’t have to do that. You’re already late,” I say, walking to him and kissing his lips. “Have a nice day.”
“You, too,” he replies, and I walk to the bathroom while he leaves.
Before walking downstairs, I wash my face and slip on a pair of panties and shorts. I smile when I see that he made me my coffee and put a rose next to it with a little note on a napkin. “I’ll miss you.”
I smile, picking up the rose and smelling it. My phone rings from the counter and I walk over to it to see it’s Abigail FaceTiming me. “Good morning,” I greet her when she comes into view.
“It’s so bright there,” she says as she looks into the phone. I laugh as I walk out the door to sit on the deck. The sound of the water in the background makes me smile. “I’m just calling to let you know I’m still pregnant,” she pouts and shows me her stomach.
“Good to know,” I say, laughing. “Just to let you know, I’m still in LA.”
“Are you still feeling off?” she asks, and I’m not sure how to answer her. It’s been two weeks that we’ve been back here. When I saw the house, I was shocked to say the very least and then to find the pictures of us scattered all over the home was everything.
“I always said I would never come back,” I tell her, taking a sip of my coffee. “It’s just different being back.” In the two weeks since we’ve been here, it’s been very different than it has been before. For one, he takes me out with him all the time. We went out once for dinner on a Friday night and it was a circus. I hated we didn’t have private time and that he was tense the whole night. He didn’t care about being out, he just didn’t want me to be uncomfortable. I made the decision that night that staying home with him was even better than going out.
“The things you do for love,” Abigail says, and she isn’t wrong with that. “What are your plans for the day?”
“I’m going to dinner with his parents,” I share nervously and she whistles, making me laugh. “I’ve met them before but it’s just—”
“This time you’re not his side chick,” she jokes, “you are the real deal.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Then I switch the subject to the nursery. We spend over an hour talking about the nursery, and when I hang up with her, my phone beeps with a text. I get up, walking back inside and putting the cup in the sink before going over to the couch and lying down.
Romeo:
My parents want to know if it’s okay we stay in and they order in food.
I think that would be the best.
I’m about to press send when my phone rings and it’s him.
I laugh as I answer the phone. “You didn’t even give me a chance to press send.”
“I missed your voice,” he admits and I hear a car door close. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sitting on the deck,” I start to say when I hear the front door open and then shut. I look over to see him walk into the house. “What are you doing here?” I ask as he comes in and tosses the phone on the counter.
“It was a quick meeting today.” he says, coming to the couch and plopping down next to me.