Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
His pussy? Oh, lord. Why is that so sexy?
"Dream of me, Sleeping Beauty," he orders on his way out the door.
"Good luck, Tate," I whisper.
"Keep wiggling like that and you'll be finishing what you started last night, angel," Tate drawls from behind me, his voice gritty from sleep.
I freeze mid-wiggle, my stomach clenching.
His soft chuckle sends pieces of hair dancing along my neck. My skin turns to gooseflesh, my core igniting. God, he sounds even better when he first wakes up than he does the rest of the time, which is saying something because the man sounds like he could run his own phone-sex line.
His hand around my waist tightens, dragging me back toward him.
"You snore," he murmurs, nuzzling his face into the back of my neck.
"I do not," I gasp.
"You do. It's the cutest sound I've ever heard."
"I do not snore."
"You talk too."
"Do not," I whisper, praying I didn't say anything horribly embarrassing.
"What, exactly, is sex on legs?" he asks, sending that hope up in a puff of smoke.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I sniff, deciding to play ignorant instead of answering that question. Maybe if I don't encourage him, he won't tell me what I said and I can live in blissful ignorance for the rest of my life. It's better than squirming in shame for the rest of eternity. "I don't talk in my sleep, and I've never heard that saying before in my life."
"Liar," he says, his deep chuckle vibrating against my back. "I bet next you're going to tell me you weren't moaning my name and begging me to kiss you."
I gasp and flip over to face him. "I was not!"
His cocky smirk says it all. I was moaning his name in my sleep. And begging him to kiss me. Oh my gosh. I should have slept on the couch! But as soon as he turned out the light, I was asleep. I never even heard him come in last night.
"You're evil and I don't like you," I mutter, glaring at him.
"You seemed to like me just fine when you were—"
I slap my hand over his mouth, silencing him.
He laughs quietly, his sleepy eyes tracking across my face. How it's possible for him to be even more attractive in the morning, I don't know, but he is. There's just something…delicious about seeing him all rumpled and messy. This is a side of him not many get to see, I think. The real him, not the one hidden behind his lab coat and confident smiles.
"How did your surgery go?" I ask, tracing the shadows beneath his eyes with my fingertips.
"Good," he says. "My patient is going to be fine."
"That's good," I whisper, relieved. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Why pediatrics?"
"I played football as a kid," he says, watching me intently. "My best friend was on my team. He collapsed during a game one day. He had a heart condition no one knew about." A shadow passes through his eyes. "He was nine years old and went into cardiac arrest."
"Oh, Tate," I whisper. "Did he–?"
"They were able to save him," he says. "But he had to give up sports, live life on the sidelines for most of his childhood. I decided then that I wanted to be the guy who kept other kids from going through that, so that's what I did."
"That's really sweet," I murmur. "Are you still friends?"
"We are." He smiles at me. "Kaiden works in the film industry. Believe it or not, he's a former stuntman."
"Seriously?" I gape at him. "He was a stuntman with a heart condition?"
"He was," he confirms, amusement lighting his eyes. "He retired after he was injured during a stunt. Now, he does a lot of stunt coordinating and training." He runs his hand up my thigh, sending a shiver through me. "What do you do, angel? You work for Troian?"
"I write choose your own adventure romance games for the app-development side of her family's tech company," I murmur, watching him through my lashes as he plays with the hem of my t-shirt. "I've been with them since they bought my first game." She didn't even bat a lash at the fact that I was still in college. As soon as she played through the game, she and her dad hired me on the spot.
"Choose your own adventure romance?" He quirks a brow at me. "What the fuck is that?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like. I write a bunch of different storylines and outcomes, and then users decide what happens at various stages of the game. Do they go home with the hot firefighter or go home alone? Do they flirt with the single dad next door or slam the door in his face?" I explain, smiling. "They're a lot of fun to write."
"Are they dirty?"
"Sometimes."
He grins at me, waggling his brows suggestively.