Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
My phone beeps, and I reach over and grab it, seeing it's a text from her.
Gorgeous: Umm, did you eat my panties?
I laugh, getting up and going to the couch to grab them. I hold them up on my finger to snap a picture of them. Then I send it to her.
Me: Is this what you were looking for?
Gorgeous: Yes, where were they?
Me: If you come back, I will give them back to you.
Gorgeous: Throw them out.
I can't help the laugh that comes out of me. This woman drives me crazy, and when I try to FaceTime her, she declines the call.
Gorgeous: I'm working out and all sweaty.
Me: You got pretty sweaty last night, and I was okay with it.
Gorgeous: I'm blocking you. Go away.
Me: So you don't want your panties back?
Gorgeous: I'll get them tonight.
Me: Ohh, admitting that we are having dinner together so early in the day. IT'S A MIRACLE.
Gorgeous: I'm blocking you.
Me: Have a great day, gorgeous.
Putting my phone down, I get up and walk up the steps to slip on my basketball shorts and a T-shirt before rushing out the door. I park behind her and get out of the car, rushing up her front steps. I press her doorbell and wait for her to answer. My head is down when she opens the door, and when I look up, I can't help but smile. "Hey, gorgeous." She tries not to smile as she shakes her head from side to side. Her hair is tied high on her head in a bun. Her face is red as she pants, trying to catch her breath. She's wearing a sports bra and booty shorts that should be illegal. "I came to return your panties," I say, taking a step in and wrapping one hand around her waist.
"Is that so?" she says while I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
"That is so," I say, my lips finding hers as I carry her up the stairs to her bedroom. I suck her neck once before throwing her on her bed. "Just one problem." She gets on her elbows, looking at me. "I forgot them at home." My hands go to her hips as I peel her shorts off. Her bare pussy makes my semi-hard cock come fully awake.
"Don't you even think about it." She rolls off the bed. "I need to shower first." She looks over her shoulder as she walks to her bathroom. "Are you coming?"
"You know it," I say, taking two steps, then grabbing her hips and putting my hard, covered cock up against her ass. "I'm going to be coming in more ways than one."
Chapter 3
Presley
"So what do you think?" Clarabella walks into my office, and I look away from the computer screen where I was scheduling two more meetings for tomorrow. She stands there in a pink skirt and ivory silk button-down shirt, her hip cocked to the side.
"I mean, if you are going to try anal." I lean back in my chair. "I say go for it. It hurts and is not worth the hype. But everyone is different."
"What the hell are you talking about?" she shrieks, throwing her hands in the air. Shelby comes waltzing into the room wearing black pants and a white shirt pulled up at the sleeves.
"Clarabella is thinking of trying anal." I fill Shelby in. Her face grimaces, and she shakes her head.
"Oooh," Shelby starts. "You need to get super drunk. And then you just think you're a porn star. But then the reality is you're really not. So it's going to hurt like a motherfucker."
"Oh my God!" Clarabella yells, throwing her hands in the air. "What is wrong with you two?"
"You were the one who asked.” I point at her, and she just shakes her head and puts her hands on her head.
"I was asking you about the Taylor Swift song," she says, and my eyebrows pinch together. I guess with the look on my face, she knows that I have absolutely no idea what she's talking about. "I texted you all last night," she huffs.
"Oh, that," I say, picking up my phone. "I didn't read it." They both gasp. "What? I'm learning to disconnect at night." They both tilt their head to the side. It's also because when the phone did alert me, I was in the middle of having the first orgasm of the night, but I won't add that in there.
"Disconnect?" Shelby asks with her mouth hanging open in shock. "Disconnect." She repeats the word as if she’s not sure she said it out loud.
"Hold the phone," Clarabella says. "You gave me shit last month when I missed a call from you.”
"It was an emergency!” I shriek, holding my hands up. "The groom literally wanted everyone to dye their hair blond because he wanted it to look like the Cullens were in attendance." My voice goes louder. "Now give me a second to look and see what we are really discussing since you didn't mean anal."