Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Glancing over, I saw Saylor still sitting facing the window, her arms on the back of the couch. But the binoculars had fallen onto the cushions next to her legs, and her head was resting on one of her arms.
Out cold.
I climbed out of the bed, stretching for a second, then making my way over to her, carefully sliding my arms under her legs and around her back, wanting to move her to the bed.
Only to get kicked and hit as she struggled toward consciousness.
“Even wake up swinging, huh?” I asked, gripping her tighter as I pulled her against my chest.
“Anthony?” she asked, voice all soft with sleep as she looked up at me with dreamy eyes.
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you to the bed,” I told her as I turned to do just that.
“I’m sleeping on the couch.”
“You sure were,” I agreed. “Gonna have a hell of a crick in your neck for it, too,” I said as I closed in on the bed. “But I’ll watch the house now, so you can take the bed.”
“I can walk,” she insisted, getting more like her usual self the longer she was awake.
“I’m sure you can,” I agreed. “But right now, I’m carrying you.”
With that, I lowered her down onto the bed before straightening.
Which may or may not have put her practically eye-level with my quickly hardening cock.
What can I say? Being close to her was all it seemed to take. Especially after finally getting to taste, feel, and hear her the night before.
She turned to face the other side of the apartment quickly, but not before I got to see the way her eyes heated, her lids went heavy, and she sucked in her breath.
Emotionally, she might have her reservations about us. Physically, though, she wanted me every bit as much as I wanted her.
I walked around the bed and toward the bathroom, giving her another view, my cock now at full mast, and I may or may not have reached down to run my hand down the length as I closed myself into the bathroom, where I stopped just inside the door, stroking myself hard and fast, wondering if she was listening, if she was out there with her panties getting wet for me as my breathing got faster, as quiet groans escaped me at the memory of being deep inside her, her pussy tightening, then spasming around me as she came.
I came almost embarrassingly hard and fast, needing to take myself into the shower to clean up before making my way back out.
Saylor was still on the bed, curled up in a little ball, eyes closed, but every once in a while, I could see the way she clenched her thighs together, like she was battling with her unmet desire as I walked around, making a pot of coffee, then checking out the window.
Eventually, she must have passed back out, because there was no way she wouldn’t have gotten herself a cup of coffee if she was awake.
And about an hour later, as I was watching one of the guys in the row house come back with a tray of coffees and a bag of what was likely bagels, I heard rustling and whimpers coming from the bed.
I turned back, seeing Saylor tangled in the sheets, her long hair splayed across the pillow, one of her mostly bare legs peeking out. Her brows were pinched as another little whimper escaped her, her thighs brushing together restlessly.
Every ounce of me wanted to go over there, to pull away the sheets, to bury my face between her thighs and give her relief from her steamy dream.
But I kept myself on the couch, trying to ignore her as the dream stretched on for an agonizing twenty minutes before her eyes finally opened, staring at the ceiling in confusion.
“You’re in the stakeout apartment with me,” I told her, watching as she stiffened as her head whipped over to look at me.
“I know,” she insisted.
“For a minute there, you didn’t,” I countered. “Coffee’s somewhat fresh,” I told her as she folded up on the bed, rolling a crick out of her neck. “Seems like you had… restless sleep.”
Her eyes widened, just for a second, but she wasn’t willing to admit her attraction that easily.
“I was being chased,” she said.
“Oh, is that what it was?” I asked, shooting her a smirk that she quickly turned her back on as she made her way to the little kitchen to pour herself a mug of coffee.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Seven.”
“Shit,” she winced. “I need to go walk Fury,” she said, rushing into the bathroom, and appearing five minutes later fully dressed. “I’ll be back,” she said, grabbing her keys as she slipped into her shoes.
“Text me when you’re almost back. I’ll come down and open the back door for you. There’s been a little more activity this morning. Don’t want to be seen.”