Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Picking her up, I walk her over to her high chair and place her in it, buckling her in. “Do you want some fruit this morning, or actually, this afternoon?” I walk over to the refrigerator and take out some strawberries I know she loves, washing them and then cutting them into tiny pieces. She grabs the pieces in her hand, eating some but then dumping the rest on the floor. “We might have to get a dog.” She starts crying from her high chair as I wet a facecloth, walking over and wiping her face. She tries to move away from me. “It’s just for a second,” I tell her, “there, done.” Her soft cries now turn into a high-pitched cry. “Oh my goodness,” I coo calmly, picking her up. “What is the matter?” I put my cheek on her head and she’s really warm.
“What’s going on?” Levi comes down the stairs, looking as if I’m the one making her cry.
“She’s warm,” I tell him, walking back up to her bedroom where I left the thermometer last night or this morning. “I’m going to check her temperature,” I state. As soon as I walk into her bedroom, she projectile vomits all over me. I literally stop mid step as her vomit goes down my shirt.
I close my eyes, thinking this isn’t happening. “I guess that is why she’s crying?” Levi says from behind me.
“Oh my God,” I gag, turning my head to the side, not breathing. “I’m going to throw up.”
“Okay,” Levi jumps in, “I’ve got her. I think someone needs a bath.” He holds her at arm’s length. “Like a full bath and shower.” He puts his hand to the side. “I think she also pooped.” He gags. “How attached are we to these clothes?” he asks as he turns her and I see that she did poop and it’s going up her back. “We are tossing everything, except the kid.”
“I’ll change and come and get her,” I say, walking toward my bedroom.
“Don’t worry about me,” he throws over his shoulder, “worry about yourself. It’s all over your legs.”
“Oh, good God,” I mumble.
“Throw out those clothes, too,” he urges, and all I do is walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
I take one look down and see chunks of white mixed with pieces of berries. “Maybe we should have not done the fruit.” I peel the clothes down my body, tossing them into the trash bin, before turning and starting the shower. I place my hand under the warm water stream before getting in.
Putting my head back as the water washes over me, my eyes close and it’s immediately visions of Levi. “Fucking hell,” I mumble, grabbing the loofah and adding some body wash to it before lifting my leg, starting to lather it from my ankle up. “Looking at my dick is getting your nipples hard.” His voice from before plays in my head. I look down seeing the same nipples that were hard when I was looking at his dick. The memory of his dick now plays over and over in my head. I place the loofah at my neck, my nipples getting tight as the soap suds wash down. I rub my nipples with the loofah and my breath hitches. “Fuck,” I whisper when I close my eyes and I picture him here with me, naked in the shower. The loofah falls from my hands as my fingers move down my stomach and toward my pussy. I slide a finger inside me as I picture him getting on his knees, his eyes looking up at me as his mouth devours me. His blue eyes turning a dark emerald color as his tongue licks me from my clit to my opening before sliding it in there. “Yes,” I hiss, slipping in another finger as my thumb plays with my clit, the sensation making me moan. My eyes close, picturing they’re his fingers, his tongue, his teeth. “Oh, God,” I moan so loud it echoes.
“You okay in there?” I hear him knocking on the door, and my hands drop away from me.
My heart speeds up as I try not to stutter. “Um, yeah,” I call back, closing my eyes and almost banging my head on the tiled wall.
“Are you sure?” I look at the closed door, turning off the water and grabbing a towel.
“Of course I’m sure,” I tell him, waiting for him to say something else. “Nice,” I scold myself, picking up the loofah and hanging it on the handle before stepping out. “Smooth.” I dry myself off, grabbing a pair of shorts and another tank top from the clean clothes basket I haven’t put away yet. Getting dressed and pulling open the door, the last thing I expect is to walk out and see him lying on the bed. “Where is Cici?”