Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, and I am. The betrayal is so severe, there’s nothing I can say to lessen it.
“The worst part is, I don’t think she even wanted him. From what I can piece together, she only ever spent a few weeks at a time with him before leaving again. Looking for her next mark, I suppose.”
I nod, even though I can’t understand any of that.
“I didn’t want him either.” He says it softly, and I look up, surprised. “At first, when we realized there was this kid, and the timing was lining up to indicate that he was mine…” He shakes his head. “I wanted that DNA test to be negative more than anything.” His lips twist ruefully. “And then I met him, and within a minute I couldn’t imagine how I’d lived even a day without him.”
The carousel stops and we walk hand in hand to the exit, Jake flying out with a smile on his face.
“He’s exactly where he should be, Sawyer.”
Fifty
The following weekend we take him to a paint-your-own-pottery place. When I arrive at Sawyer’s I find a much older woman has replaced the young blonde nanny I spotted with him the week before. I ask Sawyer about it and he explains that Vanessa was one of several nannies and only agreed to come to Philadelphia for a couple of weeks while Alice made arrangements to move from Washington.
“Thank fuck.” I sigh in relief.
Sawyer raises his eyebrow so I elaborate. “Look, I’ve been more than understanding about your young, attractive assistant. But a beautiful young woman living under the same roof as you? It was testing the limits of my incredibly mature and generous nature.”
“You were jealous of Vanessa?” His mouth twitches.
“Um, lemme think,” I say, tapping my lip in pretend concentration. “Yes.”
“Because you’d like to live with me?”
“Maybe.” I mock shrug.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Boots,” he says, pulling me close. “And I’ll let you in on a little secret.”
“What’s that?”
“I own the unit next door. She was staying there. Also, she’s married, hence her need to get back home. And most importantly, she wasn’t you. So none of the rest of it matters.”
“Smooth, Camden.”
He grabs a kiss and sneaks in a feel of my ass.
“Why do you own the unit next store?”
“Why not?” He shrugs. “I bought this place during construction. I didn’t want a neighbor so I bought both the units on this floor. I thought I might eventually need the space for a personal security team. I wasn’t planning on nanny quarters, but there you have it.”
“So Alice is staying there as well?”
“She is,” he says, trailing kisses down my jaw. “Are you jealous of a woman old enough to be my mother?”
“No, actually. I was just wondering how much privacy we’d have later and how sound a sleeper Jake is.”
“Sleeps like a champ.” Sawyer grins.
After we paint pottery—Jake picks a cat and paints it orange, Sawyer and I paint mugs—we return to the condo for Jake’s nap. He falls asleep on the drive home and barely stirs while Sawyer carries him through the parking garage, onto the elevator and into his room.
“How much longer will he nap? I don’t even care if you say ten minutes. I’ll take a quickie,” I say, wrapping myself around Sawyer the second he shuts the master bedroom door closed behind us.
“An hour, at least.” He lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the bed. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
I rip off my shirt as he carries me, dropping it to the floor before he lays me out on the bed, his hands immediately unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I lift my hips to assist him in sliding the denim down my legs. My panties quickly follow and then he’s on me, flipping my ankles over his shoulders as he inhales me, his arms snaking under my thighs and back over, pinning me open. His thumbs zero straight in, pulling my pussy open while his tongue takes a long, slow sweep up my core.
I buck my hips into his face. I’m so wet I can feel a trail of wetness escape a moment before his tongue cleans it up.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve masturbated to the video on my phone? Of us?”
That was the last time we were together. Over three weeks ago.
“Do you know how many times I’ve masturbated to the memory of that video?” I return, digging my hands in his hair and moving his face where I want it. “Zero. Zero times. Because I have a roommate and a communal bathroom. I’m gonna need you to focus.”
He laughs. I can feel it more than hear it, the vibration driving me that much closer to where I want to be. Then he skips the single finger and gets right to the point with two, thrusting them in with just the hint of roughness that I like, making my back bow and my toes curl. He covers my clit with an open mouth, flicking me with his tongue and pounding me with his fingers until I come.