Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Yo, Angie,” PD rumbled as he stopped beside me. “Going to run?”
I looked over at July’s husband, and then nodded.
“I am,” I confirmed. “What are y’all up to?”
“Caught a call,” he answered. “But another crew is on their way to it since we’re here; now we’re just going back to the station in case another one comes in.”
I nodded my head.
“Got it,” I confirmed. “Did y’all finish the new project house, yet?”
He grinned.
“Almost,” he said. “July’s having fun picking out all the interior shit.”
I knew she would. That’d always been her favorite part with the two houses I had been privileged enough to help her with.
“How’s the baby doing?” I questioned him, feeling eyes on me.
I didn’t turn around, though.
If I turned around, I had to acknowledge him…I might have to talk to him.
If I had to talk to him, then I’d get tongue-tied. I had enough problems without adding looking like a dumbass in front of my crush to the list.
“Good,” he replied, sounding a lot more tired than he had a second ago. “I haven’t slept through the night since she was born. Even when I’m at the station; it’s not like I’m a fucking teenager anymore. It’s killing me.”
I grinned at him.
“Well, it could be worse,” I said. “The baby could have colic.”
He shot me a mock glare.
“Bite your tongue,” he retorted just as the doors to the elevator opened.
We all piled in, and I got into the corner so I could press the button and stay out of the way and not get any closer to Bowe and his beautiful body than I absolutely had to.
It would’ve worked, too, had there not been another stop on the second floor pushing their way on.
“Press one, please,” a frazzled looking doctor said with a phone to his ear. “What time did she arrive? She’s having the baby in the lobby?”
I backed up when two more nurses and another doctor got onto the elevator with him, having no other choice but to move until I was nearly touching the man at my back.
A man that I somehow could feel was Bowe.
We weren’t actually touching, no. But the sheer amount of heat I could feel wafting from his body was immense.
I could feel him from the backs of my ankles all the way to the top of my head.
It was the longest elevator ride of my life, and it didn’t matter one single bit that I wasn’t actually touching him.
I almost was, and that was enough to make my legs start to tremble again.
The doors opened, and my sigh of relief at the doctor’s exit was cut short by a man wielding a gurney who shoved into the elevator with us.
“Jesus Christ, man, we would have gotten off,” one of the other firefighters mumbled. “Couldn’t you have waited?”
“Sure, I could have,” the orderly answered. “But I didn’t want to.”
He continued to push, straight in my direction, and I had no choice but to step back even more.
This time I wasn’t so lucky as I had been the previous time. I touched Bowe from shoulders to ass, and my body was on fire.
“’Scuse me,” the orderly pushed back a little more.
Then, swear to God, the man pressed floor seven on the panel, making all of us groan.
“We’re going to the ground floor, not up,” PD growled.
I groaned, too, but not for the same reason.
My groan was due to the fact that I could feel Bowe’s breath on my neck, and his erection—or what I thought was his erection since I wasn’t going to wiggle around to verify—against my backside.
I swear I tried. I really did.
But with the closeness of our bodies, I had no other recourse but to move.
I had to see if that was really his cock.
I had to.
I couldn’t continue to live my life if I didn’t know.
I would literally die if I didn’t know.
So I wiggled.
Just a small amount.
It was enough, though, to have Bowe’s hand go to my hip and still the movement before I could get much more of a wiggle in, but it was enough.
It was his cock.
His really big...massive…oh, my god it’s huge…cock.
The hand on my hip squeezed, and the pain resulting from the move was enough to make me freeze.
What was I doing?
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, dropping my head so my hair covered my face.
He let up the death grip, but he didn’t let go completely.
The next thirty seconds were the longest half a minute of my life.
All I could think about was bending my upper body over the gurney that was in front of me and presenting him with my ass.
Thankfully the doors opened, but the man with the gurney did nothing but stand there and force everyone to move around him.
Bowe and I being the last ones off.
“Go head,” Bowe’s deep voice growled.