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 wanted her to dive her fingers inside her pussy for me. I wanted her to pump them and imagine they were mine. I wanted so much, so goddamn much more, but I’m satisfied for now.
With an uncontrollable smile on my lips, I close my eyes and imagine what she must have looked like when she came for me.
With any luck, I’ll see it all for myself very soon.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Carrie
“You look a little tired,” Telford comments as he digs into a breakfast bowl he brought from home. “Are you sure you don’t want a taste of this?”
I shake my head since I already filled up on the fruit salad I made from some of the produce I found in Abby’s fridge this morning. “I’m good.”
“You’re missing out on some delicious sausage.”
I stifle a laugh. “Good to know, but I’m fine.”
He nods. “The countdown is on to my proposal. I’m feeling pretty good about it.”
I’m glad to hear that, but it’s hard to focus on anything he’s saying because not only am I dead tired, but I’m more satisfied than I’ve ever been sexually.
I’m not sure if what I did with Rook late last night can be classified as phone sex, but it was amazing.
I did have my hand on my pussy when I had the best orgasm of my life, but it had a lot more to do with his voice than my fingers.
“Did Cindy keep you up?” he asks, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “That’s it, isn’t it?”
That’s as far from the truth as he can guess. When I got home from dinner, Cindy was fast asleep on Abby and Declan’s bed. I set out a fresh bowl of water for her, and a single serving of the dry food that Abby told me Cindy prefers in the evening. It was gone when I woke up this morning at five, but Cindy was back asleep on Abby’s pillow.
A subject change is in order, so I make it happen. “Do you think Cam has any idea that you’re going to ask him to marry you?”
“No,” he answers abruptly and decisively. “It’s going to be a huge surprise for him.”
“It’ll be the best surprise,” I reassure him as I adjust the lanyard around my neck, tugging it out from under the collar of my blouse.
I dressed in one of my typical Monday outfits. It’s a dark blue blouse with matching pants. I’m wearing nude heels today to gain a little height because that has never been anything but an advantage in this lab.
There is a step stool that I can use if I need to reach anything off a higher shelf, but when you’re only five feet two inches, you need all the help you can muster. That’s why shoes with at least three inch heels are always on my feet when I come to work.
“Do you want to cook dinner together this week?” Telford tilts his chin before shoving another spoonful of his breakfast into his mouth.
From my vantage point across our shared desk, it appears to be scrambled eggs with peppers, ground sausage, and cheese. It smells a heck of a lot better than it looks.
“Sure.” I nod. “I need to figure out which nights I’m free before I commit.”
“Free?” His brow furrows. “Oh, wait. I forgot that you’re busy helping Posey with the mural.”
I am, but I’m also hoping to visit the Beaumont Hotel on Park Avenue later this week or on the weekend with Rook.
I strolled through the lobby on my way to work this morning since the hotel is only a couple of blocks from where we are now.
It’s absolutely stunning.
After waking with a start last night thinking about Rook, I realized that making love in his bed isn’t the best thing for me.
I don’t want to walk away from that experience with any memories related to his home or his life outside of what we will do together. I want every recollection of my first time to be anchored in the sex itself, not thoughts of the color his bedroom walls are painted or how he looks in his own bed.
I’m already feeling a lot more than I want to after what we did on the phone last night.
“What about tonight? I can grab some groceries and come over right after work.” Telford suggests. “I’ve been meaning to try this new dish. It’s chicken thighs with polenta. I know we’ll love it, and I bet Posey will, too.”
Telford does know what I like, and since I’m planning on visiting the spa in the Bishop Hotel for a massage and a bikini wax before my night with Rook, dinner with Posey and him tonight works for me.
“That sounds great, Tel.” I pick up my phone and jump onto the spa site to book a time after work tomorrow. I’ve been treating myself to skin treatments, massages, and bikini waxes for the past few months.