Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I stand from the chair in my home office and stretch my arms over my head. I’m shirtless, wearing only a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. There’s a bite of cold in the air, but I don’t mind it. The chill may not be cooling off the incessant heat I feel whenever Carrie seeps into my thoughts, but it is keeping me awake, and since I have at least two more hours of work to get through, I need whatever help I can get.
I curse when I hear my phone chime again. It’s at least the tenth time in the past hour. It’s nearing midnight, but it’s not uncommon for clients to want to get a jump on their morning business. Many try to circumvent Svea by reaching out directly to me. I forward all of those to my assistant so she can deal with them once she’s at the office.
I drop my gaze to my phone, which is sitting atop my desk. When I read the message, I sit back down and scoop the phone into my hands.
This message is unexpected and welcome. I scroll through every message that’s arrived since I started ignoring them sixty minutes ago, but this is the only one from Carrie.
Carrie: I’d like to request an amendment. If I rent a room at the Bishop Hotel, can we do it there?
I haven’t referred to fucking as ‘doing it’ since college, but when Carrie does it, it’s nothing but charming.
I type back a quick response and press send.
Rook: My firm has a suite at the Beaumont on Park Ave. It’s ours if that works for you.
Expecting a text reply, I set my phone on the desk so I can dive my hand under the waistband of my pajamas. I’m hard again. The thought of fucking her in that massive hotel suite on every goddamn surface imaginable means I’m going to need to blow my load again before I can even consider sleep.
Just as my hand circles the base of my already throbbing cock, my phone rings, startling me.
I set it to vibrate when Kirby is home even though the kid could sleep through a foghorn sounding in her room.
I scoop it up, intending to press the ignore button, but I answer as soon as I see Carrie’s name dancing on the screen.
“Hey,” I growl into it.
“Oh,” she mutters. “Hey. I didn’t wake you with my text message, did I? I just realized how late it is. I was asleep but woke up and started thinking, and…”
“I was awake,” I interrupt to reassure her. “I rarely get to bed before one or two.”
“Seriously?” she asks, her voice a touch louder now. “I go to bed at ten every night. Well, almost every night, I was late with that tonight because of our…because we were at the restaurant.”
She’s still hesitant to call it a date, but I’m not one to label anything, so I shrug it off. “What time do you wake up if you go to bed at ten?”
“Five.”
On the mornings I have Kirby, I’m not far behind that. My child is a morning person through and through. She’d be up at the crack of dawn seven days a week if allowed, but Chesca has been on a mission to get Kirby into a routine that keeps her in dreamland until at least seven.
That’s fallen on Maura’s shoulders for the most part since she spends her nights at Chesca’s apartment when Kirby is there. On the nights I have our daughter, Maura retires to the one bedroom apartment I bought her a few blocks from here.
When Kirby’s with me overnight, it’s just the two of us. I get up whenever she wanders into my bedroom and tells me it’s time to start our day.
The way I see it is that one day, Kirby will have less time for me, so I’ll take what I can get while I can.
“I’ve followed that routine since college, or maybe longer than that.” She takes a breath. “It’s worked for me.”
“That’s what counts.” My hand reverts back to the path it was on before she called.
I trail my fingers over my abs toward their final destination. I’m aching with need, and even though I highly doubt Carrie would be into phone sex since I don’t think the words pussy, cock, or fucking are in her vocabulary, I can use the breathy sound of her voice to get myself close so as soon as I hang up, I can blow all over my stomach.
“Why a hotel?” I ask on a heavy breath as I circle my dick with my hand again.
“A few reasons,” she says.
“Name one,” I pry.
It doesn’t matter to me where the bed we land in is located, but I want to keep her on the phone.
A light laugh escapes her. “Your neighbors. What if I’m loud?”