Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m good.”
“Sit down.” She points at the couch where there is a throw blanket in a heap in the middle with a big textbook right on top of it and a legal pad.
“What is all this?” I point at the book and then notice the coffee table has her laptop along with graph paper.
“These,” she says, taking a deep inhale, “are my books.”
“I can see that. For?”
“I’m going to night school to earn my CPA license,” she states, shocking the ever-loving shit out of me. She shocks me at every single turn since I’ve met her. “That’s why I can’t work past four.” I swallow down the lump that formed in my throat, thinking back to when I was a dick to her about it. “It’s an intensive course. Most of it is online from six to ten Monday through Friday.”
“Wow.” I pick up one of the papers. “Impressive.”
“Well, not so much, I haven’t graduated yet,” she says, sitting down next to the cover, moving it to her other side along with the big textbook. “This is how I usually spend my weekends.” She looks at the table. “I try to work ahead of the class in case there is some big assignment, and I can’t get to it during the week. I started doing that after I fell asleep on my desk and ended up coming to work late.”
“You can stop pointing out all the times I was a dick to you.” I try to make a joke out of it. “Fuck, I was an idiot.”
“Not all the time.” She smiles shyly at me. “Just ninety-nine percent of the time.”
“Oh, good,” I deadpan, “only that.”
“So,” she starts, turning on the couch toward where I stand, “what do you want to talk about?”
I put the pad down and sit down next to her. “I imagine it has to do with the last two times we kissed.”
“You would be right.” My chest feels like someone just kicked me in it. “I don’t know where to start.”
“How about you start by saying that kissing me was not a mistake,” she encourages softly.
I shake my head and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. My head moves down, stopping right before her lips. “Trust me, kissing you was the opposite of a mistake.”
nineteen
Grace
My heart hammers frantically in my chest as I ask him if he regrets kissing me. It beats even faster when he shakes his head, my head in a fog, not sure what is going on. All day all I’ve been thinking about was his kiss, his hand, his cock. It was like a repeat film in my head all day long, then he showed up and it was like my prayers were answered. He pulls me to him on the couch and I look up at him. Into the blue eyes that seem to calm and excite me at the same time. I see his mouth moving, my brain only picking up the last part. “Opposite of a mistake.”
“Oh, good,” I say, throwing my legs over him to straddle him. Something I’ve thought about doing for the last two weeks. Okay, fine, since I first met him. “I was hoping you would say that.” I sit on his lap, his cock exactly where I’ve wanted it all day long.
“We should talk,” he says at the same time his hand goes to my hair, and he fists it in his hand, pulling me to him. My mouth opens to yelp, giving him the opportunity to attack my mouth. His tongue slides into my mouth, and my body lights up like a fucking firecracker.
My hand goes from his chest up to his face and then to the back of his neck. His body relaxes into the couch, taking me with him. His hand grips my hip as I move my head to the side, taking his tongue deeper into my mouth. “Let’s talk.” I let go of his lips and mouth, then he attacks my neck. My clothes feel like they are strangling me.
“I want to date you,” he declares when he finally lets go of my neck. I lift my eyebrows when I hear his words. “Is that stupid?” He tries to take it back, and I shake my head, not going to let him.
“No.” I smile so big my cheeks hurt. “It’s not stupid.” I hold his face and kiss his lips. “It’s the opposite of stupid.” I use his words so he knows how not stupid it is to me.
“Good, I’m also going to point out I’ve never dated anyone in my life.”
His admission shocks me. “You have a child.” I laugh, and then he smirks.
“There wasn’t really dating involved. We just fell into a routine.” He leans up to kiss my jaw. “But with you…”