Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
But I’m so fucking close I can’t do it.
So fucking close that my balls are tightening.
And when Simone pushes her face right into my pelvis and her throat contracts around me with a hard swallow, I lose it right then and there, groaning out my release. Every last drop she takes down and gives a hum of disappointment when I’m dry.
I’m practically panting for oxygen as she stands up, wiping the corners of her mouth. Her eyes are shining with happiness and triumph.
Leaning in, she gives me a soft kiss on my jaw as she presses her hands to my chest. When she pulls back, she whispers, “You taste mighty fucking fine, Mr. Turner. I’ll be doing that again for sure.”
“Not until I do every damn thing I just promised you,” I growl as I tuck myself back in, and then I’m immediately calculating when that can happen. “Are you working tonight?”
“Sadly, yes. But I can sneak into your bed when I get home.”
I nod at her, not really liking that plan. It’s only a matter of time before we get caught by Lucas. A hotel room is what we need.
Before I can suggest that, Simone whispers, “Admit I’m still shiny.”
She’d asked me to do that last night but I’d refused.
But last night, I’d still had hope of keeping her away from me.
“Admit it,” she says again.
“You’ve still got some shine,” I grumble.
She grins at me. “And admit we’re exclusive.”
“What?” I ask in surprise, my head jerking back. Before I can even think what that means, I’m already denying her. “No way.”
Her smile dies. “Admit it or you aren’t getting any more from me.”
I cock an eyebrow at her, because I don’t believe a fucking word of it. She and I are explosive together, and for a woman who likes sex as much as she does, she’s not giving it up any more than I am right now. Besides, I’ve never committed to a woman in my life. Granted, I don’t have any desire to fuck anyone else, but I’m not letting myself start down a path that could end up badly.
We engage in a staring war—my gaze telling her I’m not budging—and when I think she might capitulate, she surprises the shit out of me and turns away. Stopping at the shed door, she looks back and says, “Don’t bother calling unless you’re willing to fuck me exclusively.”
“Calling?” I ask dumbly.
“Yeah, I programmed my number in your phone just a bit ago before I came out here. You really should set a password on that thing. I also left you some naked pictures of me for your viewing and jacking pleasure, but unless you promise I’m the only one for you in the sack, that’s all you’ll have.”
And with that, she gives me a wink and leaves.
I’m left standing there shaking my head, completely unable to get my footing where she’s concerned.
Chapter 12
Simone
I rummage through the fridge, needing something in my stomach before I go into work tonight. It’s a long eight hours to be smelling delicious food and not tasting. We get a half-hour break to eat, but I’m squirreling away every penny I earn, so I’m not about to spend it on overpriced burgers at Lulu’s.
Sadly, there’s beer and more beer in the fridge. Not even a cold pizza.
With a sigh, I close the door and turn to the cabinets to search for an old box of Cheez-Its or something when my phone rings.
The song is “You Are My Sunshine,” which means it’s my mom calling. She sang that to me every night before bed when I was a kid.
My smile is big as I answer, “Hi, Mom.”
“Hey sweetie,” she says in that voice that just warms me from head to toe knowing I have her unconditional love no matter how much of a fuck-up I am. “Checking in on you.”
“I’m good,” I tell her as I walk into the living room and plop down on the couch. “Leaving for work soon.”
“How’s it going?” she asks. She also thinks I work in a call center, and I do not like lying to her. It doesn’t cause me as much heartburn to lie to my brothers, but doing so to my mom weighs on me.
“It’s fine,” I say, and then quickly change the subject. “But I’ve got applications in at a bunch of places; my goal is to hold two jobs. Once I do that, I’ll be able to start sending you and Dad some money each month.”
She’s silent for a moment, and I know she’s warring with herself. I’m sure she’s still pissed at me for throwing away my education with so little thought. But she also wants me to be happy, and she’s proud of me for trying to make it right.
“Your father and I aren’t going broke,” she finally says. “Take a few more months and get settled. Put some money into savings for a rainy day, then you can start paying us back. Plus, you should get Lucas paid back for the car he bought you first.”