Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Oh yeah?” Emboldened, she winks. “Well, maybe I’ve got some things to teach you about me too.”
“I have no fucking doubt.” I grip her hips and press one more long, lingering, deep kiss to her lips. “And I can’t wait.”
Thunder rumbles from the ocean outside, and I pull my laptop higher on my lap in bed. My proposal for Midnight is coming along, thanks to the hard work of my team, but it’s undeniably missing the kind of personal touch I normally put into my pitches.
I haven’t been much into the game of meeting strangers for the last year or so, after my split with Bethany, and as a result, I’m a little out of the game.
But this thing with Juniper is starting to change that, and I find myself clicking out of the Midnight proposal I’ve been scanning through in my email, setting my computer to the side to grab my phone, and jumping into my ongoing Midnight chat with her just as the clock hits 12:00 a.m.
I haven’t heard much through June’s wall in a while, so I have a feeling she might be asleep, but that doesn’t stop me from trying anyway.
ThunderStruck: Are you up?
ElizaBeth: You think I can sleep when it’s storming like this? No way. And don’t even think about asking me to meet you on the balcony again tonight. I have enough nightmares of myself as a lightning rod as it is.
I smile. When June first started sleeping at our house during her parents’ divorce, she was terrified of the weather, and one particularly turbulent night when storms raged around us, I found her in my room, huddled under my comforter.
It was innocent—my room was on the lowest level of the house—but I still remember the pallet I made for her on the floor and that she slept there next to my bed all night.
ThunderStruck: Come over here and I’ll keep you safe.
ElizaBeth: I think you might be more dangerous than the lightning and thunder. I mean, the dirty things you made me do on the balcony the other night prove that…
I chuckle. The dirty things I made her do is a bit of an exaggeration. She’s the one who leaned over the small separation banister between our balconies and started kissing me. She’s also the one who thought it was a good idea to play a little game of show-and-tell. And by that, I mean June showed me what she had underneath her little sleep nightgown—not a damn thing—and I haven’t stopped thinking about how pink and perfect her pussy looked or how perky and soft her breasts appeared beneath the glow of the moon.
ThunderStruck: Only one way to find out. I’ll meet you at my door.
It takes a minute, but eventually, I hear the sound of her bed creaking as she climbs off it and makes her way out of her bedroom. I do the same, waiting at my front door just like all the other times I’ve asked her to sneak by in the last couple days, and look out the peephole until I see her.
She tiptoes like a cartoon cat burglar, and I laugh to myself before pulling the door open and ushering her inside.
“You, of all people, know Avery sleeps like a log, and yet, you’re walking around like you’ve just helped a coyote carry a burlap bag with a dollar sign on it out of a bank.”
“Hey, I’m new at this, okay?” She shoves a playful hand into my chest. “My teen years weren’t very eventful.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “I don’t know. That’s not quite how I remember it.”
“I didn’t start any of that,” she refutes. “I was an innocent bystander in all of Avery’s schemes.”
“That, I believe. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t find your share of trouble.”
Her forehead wrinkles in an adorable frown. “I thought you were going to comfort me from these storms or something? Or did I read that whole chat wrong?”
“You read it right,” I whisper, pulling her deeper into my apartment with my hands at her hips. I’ve been dreaming about seeing her laid out on my bed since I talked her into pretending to take the trash out for the first time a few days ago, and I desperately want to make it a reality now that she’s here and we don’t have to rush.
Fingers fucking crossed I can convince her to stay the whole night.
“Come on,” I say, grinning down at her. “It’s safer in my bedroom, under the covers.”
She shakes her head on a laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“What?” I wink and playfully squeeze her hips. “That’s where you always used to hide.”
“You’re right,” she agrees, but her smile turns teasing. “But I have a feeling this suggestion isn’t completely magnanimous on your part.”
“Oh, but, June, you’re so wrong. The things I want to do with you are one hundred percent with your pleasure in mind.”