Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
There was a long pause and then, “We’ll talk about why you have all those random wild game meats in your freezer some other time when you’re not standing there naked.”
“How do you know I’m naked?” I called, feeling my nipples stiffen in response to his words.
“Because I saw you disrobe almost all the way before you went in there,” he answered.
Then, I heard the thud of his boots walking away, and I wasn’t willing to admit how disappointed I was to hear them go.
Now, I won’t tell you exactly how my next twenty minutes went.
Let’s just say, I definitely got my money’s worth out of my expensive showerhead.
When I did finally emerge, I blamed my rosy cheeks on the hot water, and definitely not what I did with that hot water.
The floor beneath my feet was absolutely freezing as I emerged, and I was so focused on the way that they felt that I forgot there was a man in my house for a few short seconds.
“You have the longest hallway in the history of hallways,” he said as I emerged, clean, sated, and still thinking about him.
I looked up at him with surprise, my heart leaping out of my chest when I found him shoeless, sockless, and shirtless sitting on my couch with a fire roaring away in the fireplace. “What?”
“The front hallway.” He shrugged. “I went to see if I could do anything about the lock and realized that I couldn’t. I did unlock it for your roommate, though.”
“Anisa?” I asked. “You met her?”
“I did. For about two seconds. But like you, she’d taken a fall in the snow, and wanted to get in the shower. She did say thank you for opening the door, though,” he answered. “But this duplex has the weirdest setup I’ve ever seen. All that wasted space in the front hallway. It’s stupid.”
I agreed. The duplex pretty much had a long, narrow hallway that led the length of the front of the house. On one side of the hallway was my place. On the other was Anisa’s. You accessed it via a door in the middle of the two doors.
“Anisa is the one I attended that club party with,” I said. “She’s the reason I was there that night.”
And, because I’d just been thinking about that night in the shower, my face flushed and I had no hope or prayer of hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Which, he did.
“Are you hungry?”
CHAPTER 10
Once I put my meat in your mouth, you’re going to want to swallow.
-Jeremiah’s apron
JEREMIAH
I was going to hell.
I knew exactly what she’d done in the shower with that showerhead.
I also knew, without a doubt, that I’d masturbated and spent myself onto her bed, on top of the panties that she’d worn that day.
How did I know they were the ones she’d worn that day?
Because they’d been the same ones that I’d pulled off of her two days ago.
In fact, I’d gone so haywire as I’d come that not only had I gotten it on her panties, but I’d also gotten it on my shirt, part of her bed, and the goddamn floor.
Luckily, I was able to deal with the shirt and the panties. What I was not able to deal with was the comforter.
But it was okay. I was planning on making use of that later with her, and I had no doubt in my mind that we’d be needing it washed after.
If I couldn’t control myself, that was.
But looking at her standing there, all flushed and clean from the shower, as well as other things… well, let’s just say that I had control, but not that much.
In fact, I was so lost in thoughts of how she would taste, the things that I wanted to do to her, and how we would spend the night that I forgot I’d asked her something.
“I could eat,” she murmured.
I unfolded from the couch in a slow, almost pained way.
Not because I was old—though I was getting that way faster each day—but because my cock was still hard as fuck. And it was hard to contain it in jeans when you didn’t have a fuckin’ shirt on.
“I made a quick and dirty dinner,” I murmured. “And started a load of laundry because you seem to have a problem.”
She burst out laughing, and the sound was so beautiful that it stalled me mid-step.
God, it was like the pitch pierced my heart.
I’d never, not in my life, heard a sound so beautiful.
“I have a bit of a laundry phobia,” she admitted. “I just don’t like doing it. In fact, I dislike doing it so much that I need to wash my sheets and haven’t. If you want to do all my laundry for the rest of the day, I’ll marry you and give you whatever you want for the rest of your life.”