Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
But it’s been nice spending time with Gary because a lot of times, we don’t do much. We just lounge around and talk for hours on end about nothing and everything all at once. I now know his pet peeves, which include running out of stamps, and he knows that I absolutely have to floss every night. I can go to bed with a face full of make-up on, but when it comes to flossing? No way. I could be drunk off my ass, and still have to floss before hitting the mattress.
So yeah, there’s nothing that I love more than spending my days with Gary in the comfort of my apartment, where we make love to our heart’s content before talking, eating, and doing everything established couples do. But still, it’s exciting to be going on our first real date since we started seeing each other. I’m really looking forward to gorging myself on buckets of ice cream.
As I hop into his truck, Gary chuckles, looking incredibly handsome with his black hair brushed back and those blue eyes gleaming.
“And here I had it all planned out,” he teases as the door shuts, leaning over to give him a kiss before buckling up my seatbelt. “I was going to stride up to your door and surprise you with a bouquet of roses, honey, but you beat me to it. Here they are, by the way.” He reaches into the backseat to grab a gorgeous bouquet of red roses before handing them to me. I squeal as I stare at the beautiful blooms for a few moments before lifting them up to breathe in the fragrance.
“Thank you, Gary,” I murmur breathlessly. “These are amazing.”
He grins.
“And then, I was going to pull you in for a kiss that was going to knock your socks off. That kiss was going to leave your knees weak, and have you wobbling all over the sidewalk, but I guess I’ll just have to save that for next time, huh?”
I giggle.
“Well, to be fair, I’m still a little sore from yesterday,” I say, flexing my buttocks. “I wobbled on my way to your truck just now,” I smirk. His blue eyes flare as his eyes run over my voluptuous frame.
“You feeling okay down there, sweetheart? I know I pounded your pretty butt hard yesterday.”
I sigh, flexing my bottom again.
“I’ll be okay,” I reassure him. “But you better kiss it later to make up for it.”
He growls while shooting me a dirty look and starting up the truck.
“I’d be more than happy to, honey,” he says in a smooth tone. “I’ll give it a nice tongue bath so that it feels real good by the time I’m done.”
OMG, this man is so dirty and I’m melting in his front seat. But he chuckles and reaches over to grab my hand as he begins driving down the road.
“Okay enough dirty talk because I’m driving and I don’t want to get into an accident. But I’m glad you’re doing well, honey, and I’m glad you’re excited for this date too. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten my weight in ice cream,” he smirks. “By the way, what’s your favorite flavor?”
“Duh,” I smile. “It’s mint chocolate chip, of course! It’s the best flavor in the whole world, or at least, that’s what anybody with good taste thinks.”
His eyebrows waggle at me.
“You’re sure your favorite flavor isn’t ooey-gooey fudge?” he asks, grinning with mirth.
I giggle again.
“I’m sure! Mint chocolate ice cream has my heart and it’s been my favorite ever since I was a kid. But why did you think it was ooey-gooey fudge? Does it seem like a flavor I’d like?” I tilt my head.
He chuckles again.
“No, I thought it would be your favorite flavor because you’re ooey-gooey inside and I love it.” His grin grows even larger as I burst into a fit of giggles.
“OMG you’re so bad!” I shake my head, playfully swatting at him. “And here I thought I was the dirty one! But seriously, have you been on a tour of the Purple Elephant factory before, or is this your first time too?”
“This will be my first time,” he growls.
I nod.
“Awesome, me too. It’s going to be so much fun. But how did you decide on a tour of an ice cream factory, if you don’t mind me asking?” I query curiously.
Gary huffs out a chuckle, glancing over at me for a moment with a fond look in his eyes. “The other week when I brought ice cream for dessert, you lit up like a Christmas tree, honey. You had the biggest, brightest smile on your face, and I wanted to see more of the same. So, I thought it would be nice to take you on a tour of an ice cream factory because it seemed like something you might enjoy. It’s simple, but I think it will be a lot of fun too.”