Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Suddenly, we’re interrupted once more by the waitress, who sets our pizza on a riser and takes our cups for refills. The pie steams, and my mouth waters at the heavenly scent of tomato mixed with cheese.
“Okay, this is the moment of truth. Are you ready to try the best pizza at Dough Boys?” I tease.
My pretty date’s eyes widen. “The best pizza? That’s quite a title, don’t you think? I’m not sure I believe you.”
I merely smirk.
“Try it for yourself, hon.”
She takes a hot slice and then folds the thin, greasy pizza in half before taking a tentative bite. Olly pauses for a moment, thinking, and then lets out a breathy, appreciative moan.
“Oh my God, you’re right. The salt from the anchovies and the heat from the buffalo sauce are perfect, and the prosciutto adds an extra meatiness. How’d you come up with this?”
“Months of experimenting,” I say with a laugh. “And some suggestions from the owners,” I add. “But you didn’t try the fries part. Did you get a bite of that?”
Her eyes fly open.
“Oh my God, no. Here, let me try again.”
She takes another huge bite, and this time, I see that there’s a mouthful of fries included with the rest of the pizza. Olly lets out another orgasmic moan as her eyes roll up, showing the whites.
“OMG,” she pants after swallowing. “It’s so good. I’m going to be ruined for all other styles of pizza.”
“Good,” I smirk before taking a huge bite of my own slice. “I’m glad we have similar tastes.”
We chow down like animals, but to be honest, I don’t mind. I like knowing that Olly can eat. It’s nice to watch a woman unafraid to shove slices of hot, greasy pizza into her mouth while savoring it with her entire being. As she chews, she flashes me another smile.
“So what brought you to Millbrook, Jason? It seems like kind of a random town to end up in. I mean, we’re in the middle of nowhere out here in Pennsylvania.”
Here’s another opportunity for me to come clean because Olly deserves to know that I’m an ex-con, especially if we’re going to continue dating. And yet, the words won’t leave my lips because I’m embarrassed. Not only that, but I don’t want to ruin what we have because what if she doesn’t want to date some guy with a criminal record? I wouldn’t blame her. Hell, I wouldn’t want my sister or mother dating a dude who’s done time, so I keep my thoughts to myself.
“I just needed a clean slate,” I say in a smooth tone. “Millbrook had an empty garage for rent, so I figured it was as good a place as any.”
Olly nods in agreement while biting into her pizza again, tomato sauce spilling from the corner of her mouth.
“Yeah, Millbrook had a job for my mom too, and that’s how we ended up here all those years ago too. She said it was fate because she was driving through on her way to visit my Aunt Laura, and saw a real estate brokerage looking for agents. She got certified in no time, and then boom! Me, my brother, and my mom were the newest residents of Millbrook.”
I lean forward to wipe the tangy orange sauce from her lips with a napkin.
“Well, I’m glad you came, honey, because now we’ve met and it’s been amazing.”
Olly blushes at the intimacy and nods.
“It has, hasn’t it?” she asks in a soft voice. For a moment, another opening appears in which I should confess my sins, but then the opportunity passes and our conversation resumes like nothing happened. We continue eating and chatting until it starts to get late. The pizza pan is empty and our drinks drained to the last drop, so I sit back and pat my stomach.
“Are you happy baby girl?”
Olly nods.
“Very much so. I ate so much that I could burst!”
I merely chuckle, and pay the tab.
“Well, if you burst, it’ll be a good burst,” I joke. “One with anchovies, tomato sauce, and fries everywhere.”
“Eeew!” she shrieks playfully as we climb back into the cab of the truck. “That sounds gross, like some kids game gone wild.”
With companionable laughter, we drive home, the night dark and intimate as we zip beneath the stars. I drop Olly off at her cottage, but make no move to accompany her inside, even though there’s a question in her eyes.
“Next time?” she asks in a hesitant voice. “I had a good time, Jason.”
I nod, even though my fingers itch to stroke those sassy curves.
“Next time for sure, Olivia.”
Then I lean across the seat and kiss her, taking my time while devouring her hot sweetness. She’s responsive and mewling under my touch, and my body hardens in response. I desperately want to go inside with her right now before fucking her brains out, but the gentleman in me says no. Instead, I merely press another kiss to her brow and state, “Next time.”