Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Want a tour?”
She nodded; lips quirked into a pretty smile. “Sure but make it the ten cents tour because I was promised food.”
“I can do that.” I held out my hand to Mo, and she looked at it like it was a snake. “What’s wrong?”
She blinked, and shock slowly faded from her clear blue eyes, replaced with something I couldn’t identify.
“Oh. Nothing. Show me around?”
Mo hesitated but eventually, her soft, small hand nestled in mine, and it stayed there as I showed her the main bedroom with the waterfall shower, the guest rooms, and the armory room. She didn’t even let go to give the kitchen a long slow perusal, smiling at the smallest details.
“I love the blend of granite and wood grain. It shouldn’t look good together, but it does.”
“Glad you approve.”
She froze for a long second and then shrugged. “I’m just saying it’s nice, that’s all.”
My amused smile turned to a frown. “I know.”
“Oh.” Her shoulders rose and fell again, but a small smile flashed on her lush mouth. “Okay, then.”
“I’m not always an asshole, Mo.”
“No,” she agreed. “Not always.”
Her words had the unexpected effect of pulling a reluctant laugh from me. “That’s what I like about you, Mo. Your honesty.”
She turned a beaming smile up at me. “Glad you approve.”
The second time around, that laugh turned to a full-blown chuckle. “I do.” I never gave it much thought before, not until I had to, but Mo was easy to be around. She wasn’t just sexy and always down to fuck. She was funny and easygoing. Honest about her wants and needs, or so it seemed.
“Nice digs. How long did it take you to build it?”
“A few years because I had to oversee every fucking detail. Terry helped a little, but this is my space, you know?”
She nodded. “Not really. I’ve only ever lived in apartments.”
Something else I was—suddenly—determined to change. “How do dinner and a movie sound?”
Mo flashed a wide grin and put her hands on her hips. “Like a perfectly relaxing evening.” There were questions in her eyes, but she kept them to herself.
“Normally, I just whip something up on the grill, but I wasn’t sure how long it would take to convince you to come with me, so I had someone else do it this time.”
“I can’t picture you whipping up anything.” A low, throaty laugh bubbled up out of her, and I felt my cock harden behind my zipper.
“If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll show you my kitchen skills.”
Heat, pure and hot, flashed in her eyes as her tongue slipped out and slicked across her bottom lip. “And if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you.”
Oh, she sure as fuck would. “I have ways of getting what I want, Mo.”
“I know. Believe me, I know.” She didn’t sound happy, but I let that remark go. For now.
I had plans for how I wanted this weekend to go, including the fact that Mo had no idea I planned to keep her for the next few days. Now that Sadie was safe at home where she belonged, I could count on Thomas to be by her side and take care of her while I sorted out a few things.
“You get to pick the movie.”
“Must be my birthday,” she mumbled under her breath.
I had the urge to make things right with Mo. It felt right. I had no clue why, only that it did. Maybe it was her honesty or her easy-going nature. She was carrying my baby, and I wanted her. Like no woman before. I really wanted this to work out.
“Feel free to wear your birthday suit to dinner and a movie, then.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised that Mo would take up a challenge with her usual sensual confidence, but when I stepped inside the entertainment room, all I saw was a heart-shaped ass.
“Damn, Maureen,” I growled.
She stood up and looked over her shoulder, highlighting her hour-glass figure for a hot second. Then, she turned, and I didn’t just regret loading my arms with food. I resented the hell out of that food.
She wasn’t fully naked. No, it was better than that. She wore nothing but a pink thong that matched the color of her nipples. Big, heavy tits stared at me, nipples hard and begging for my mouth, waist nipped in before flaring out into hips that I ached to grab on to while I slid into her from behind.
“Jasper,” she groaned. “That smells incredible.”
Then, as if she had no idea just how tempting, how fucking gorgeous she was, Mo strolled across the room and relieved me of some of the food I carried. “I got it.”
“And now, so do I.” She grabbed the bowl of biscuits, the small plate with corn on the cob and the big plate stacked with ribs.
“Professional waitress, remember?” She balanced the plates expertly, or at least I think she did. I couldn’t focus on anything except the sway of her hips, the curve of her ass. Mo patted the sofa right in front of the big screen. “Come. Sit.”