Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“Amelia.”
“What? I’m just giving you a little something to work with.”
“Get. The. Fuck. In here.”
Her smile rises slowly, then she turns on her heel as over her shoulder she mouths, “Make me.” And then she’s gone.
I flick off the water, grabbing my towel with a grumbled, “This is how accidents fucking happen,” as I hurriedly step onto it so as not to break my neck. “You’d better make good use of your head start,” I yell, whipping the cotton up to wrap around my waist. “Because I’m coming for you.” In response, there comes a peal of giggles and the patter of fast feet out of my bedroom. “And when I get you, there’s no mercy.”
The giggle turns to a shriek as I stalk out into the hallway, a blur of skin and blond disappearing around the corner.
Tension and exhilaration expand in my chest as I follow her, my tone very fi-fi-fo-fum as I call after her. “Amelia…”
“Ha, that’s not gonna work today.” She laughs, her bare feet pattering against the wooden floor.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I can barely keep a straight face as I round the corner and spot her on the other side of the open-plan space. In the kitchen, her back is to me, the island blocking the rest of my view. As I get closer, the sight of her just takes my breath away. Long and lithe through the leg, her arse is shaped like a heart and her hips softly flared like an instrument begging to be played.
“Looking for protection.” Her head swings briefly over her shoulder, her eyes a bright flash before she returns to hurriedly opening and closing drawers.
“You’re out of luck if you’re looking for a shower cap.”
“I can totally see you wearing one.” She giggles her answer, letting out a small “Eep!” as she slides another look my way before returning to rummage again. As I reach the island, she pivots to face me, her hair coming loose in wispy blond waves. “Don’t come any closer,” she warns. She slides the hair out of her face with the back of her hand, and in the other, she brandishes a copper spatula.
“How can I not, Amelia? How can I resist so much temptation.” My gaze roams over her. She doesn’t miss my meaning.
“Rude!” She presses her left arm across her breasts, her fingers curling inward.
“Need a hand?” I take a step closer, and another, Amelia matching each for another backward.
“Not even.” She brandishes the spatula my way again.
“That’s an interesting choice of weapon,” I say, ignoring her warning.
“I mean it—don’t come any closer!”
“I mean it too, my gorgeous little brat.” Exhilaration floods my chest as I dash froward and make a grab for her. Squealing, she pivots and runs in the direction of the dining table. Chasing Mimi would be a pleasurable experience any day of the week, but a naked Mimi? It’s fucking awesome.
“Stay away!” From the other side of the table, she laughingly wields her spatula. “Oh, my gosh, I can’t believe you’re chasing me!”
“I can’t believe you’d defy me in such a brazen manner.” I glance at the wall of windows. “Not to mention giving the good people of Kensington such a show.”
Her gaze follows mine. “But this is privacy glass, right? No one can see in—we’re high up!
“Hussy,” I say with a frown I won’t hold. “Can’t hold weapons and hide everything.” My gaze dips pointedly. “Not that I’m complaining. Come over here and let me see that pussy better.”
“Hey!” She presses the spatula over the area in question. “No fair—you have a towel.”
“Because you dropped yours like a checkered flag.”
“It’s only fair you drop yours, too,” she demands laughingly.
“I’m all for equality, but do you know how hard it is to run with a hard-on?”
“Why don’t you show me.” She tilts her head provocatively, her lips a tempting little moue.
“I’ll show you my hard-on any time.” I put a little swagger into my step as I make my way to the end of the table, refusing to give in to the anticipatory thrill rolling through me. “But not when you’re armed.”
“I would never!” She enunciates her denial like the most puritanical teacher in the school.
“It’s a pity you don’t like the rest of me as much as you like my cock.” My tone is taunting and silky as I slip my thumb into the towel at my waist as though to loosen it.
“I like you more than I should,” she answers, her avid eyes not sure what to watch first.
She feints left, and I follow, our stalemate a game of who dares wins as I lunge around the table after her. She shrieks and whirls away, but in a few steps, I’ve caught her elbow.
“Gotcha,” I rasp, pulling her against me, wrapping my arm around her waist. Her excited squeal vibrates through me as I lift her feet from the floor as she kicks and flails ineffectually, her bones turning to jelly at the shock of being caught.