Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“He isn’t sick. Lauren is holding her vagina hostage till he lets go of this whole ‘I don’t shit where I eat’ bullshit,” John explains.
“It’s not bullshit,” he snaps at both of us. “What if we have a good run and then she gets mad at me, we break up, and she sues me for sexual harassment?”
“What if you spend the rest of your life banging the best pussy of your life?” I finally fire back. “Listen, if you want, she can come work for me.” I try to get a feel about how he feels.
He sits up in his chair right away. Oh, fuck, this isn’t good. “Not a fucking chance in hell. You’ve fucked every PA you’ve ever had.”
“That was before. I’m a changed man. I went to the strip club to meet a client, and my dick didn’t even twitch. In fact, he was bored. I think he might have even yawned.” I look down at my crotch.
John studies me. “No shit, you got the bug?”
I just shake my head. “I did. By the way, I’m bringing her tomorrow.” I lean back. Fuck, I have to tell her that we are going out tomorrow to a club opening. “She’s so fucking hot. She can put her legs behind her head, man.”
“I don’t want to know that shit!” Austin yells. “That’s Lauren’s sister.”
“She’s not your sister.” I turn to look back at John. “And she can hold them there.” I raise my hand for a high five. John smacks it.
“Is Lauren bringing a date tomorrow?” John asks Austin.
And I leave my hand in the air, turning my head to hear his answer.
“No.” But he picks up the phone to text her something.
I don’t know what she says, but he throws his phone down, “Jesus, she’s making my life impossible.”
“Poor baby. Just fucking get over it. Have sex with her, work with her, and then I’ll have a lot fewer complaints in my email.” John gets up. “Now, if you bozos will excuse me, I’m going home to have sex with my wife. On the couch, because we can.”
“You liar,” I say. “Married people only fuck in a bed. Google it.” I wink at John as he walks out.
“I bet they don’t even fuck in the shower,” I continue while Austin keeps looking at the phone.
“Let’s go to the gym. You can work out your frustration there.” I get up. We spend the next three hours beating the shit out of a punching bag.
I get into the car, tossing my gym bag in the back. Once I’m on the road, I call Kaleigh.
“Hey,” she answers softly.
“Hey, are you sleeping?” I ask her.
“Yeah, I just climbed into bed,” she says as I hear the sheets rustle in the background.
“Did you get my text about tomorrow? Is it okay?” I ask, wishing I could go over to her place.
“Yup, I even have an outfit planned and everything. What time will you pick me up?” she asks, yawning at the end.
“I’ll call you tomorrow and we will hash out all the details,” I tell her, turning on my street.
“Okay, sleep tight,” she says, laughing and then telling me goodbye.
I hang up, pulling into the garage and closing it behind me. Walking into the house, I toss my bag in the laundry room, going upstairs. Once I get into my room, I stop in my tracks. There in the middle of the bed is Kaleigh, who gets up on her elbow, looking at me.
“I hope you don’t mind I made myself at home.” She smiles at me and I walk to her, the smile growing so big on my face I feel my eyes crease.
“This is the best surprise ever, but how did you get in?” I ask her, peeling my T-shirt from my body.
“The garage pad.” She now turns to sit up, holding the sheet to her chest, showing me her naked shoulders.
“Who told you the code?” I ask, unbuttoning my jeans and having them fall to my ankles and stepping out of them.
“Noah, you really should be more original than 6-9-6-9. Rachel could have broken that code.”
“If it gets you in my bed, I would go with 1-2-3-4,” I tell her, getting under the cover, grabbing hold of her waist. “And naked to boot. I must have done something really good today to come home to you.”
“Well,” she says, shimmying against me, “we can make sure you do something really, really good now.” She drapes her arms around my shoulders, her hands running through my hair.
“I think I want to eat cookies,” I tell her, kissing her cheek, then her jaw, then her neck, then her nipple, and then I make my way down to her cookie and I show exactly how happy I am that she surprised me.
The next day we have breakfast together outside by the pool. After we clean up the dishes, Kaleigh grabs a yoga mat from her car and goes outside to do yoga by the pool while I watch television inside. She comes in, grabs a water bottle, and comes to sit next to me. “What time do I need to be ready?” she asks, curling her feet under her.