Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Then there’s him. Always sitting around half naked. No shirt, no pants. Wandering from bathroom to kitchen still wet from a shower in just a towel. It’s maddening. It’s like he’s doing it just to piss me off. And the worst part is, I can’t even complain. If I do, he’ll know that I’m distracted by his body, and he’ll just start acting even more obnoxious.
I pretend like it doesn’t bother me while actually it drives me absolutely insane.
Finally, there’s the mess.
My apartment is my temple. It’s a reflection of my inner life. I keep everything neat and orderly, just how I like it. He makes jokes, but my organization system keeps me sane and grounded.
All that’s gone with him around.
Dishes in the sink. Clothes on the floor. When packages arrive, he leaves the boxes near the front door and doesn’t bother breaking them down.
It drives me insane.
I’m at the point where I’m keeping Sistine open an hour longer and taking more private appointments just to avoid coming home to this wreck.
“I can tell you’re upset,” he says, which is him pretending like he cares. But he’s grinning huge now and not even trying to hold it back anymore.
“I know I’m being a pain in the ass,” I say, grinding my jaw and glaring death at him. “But you have to meet me halfway. I’m not asking you to be perfect. Lord knows you never will be.”
“I’m already pretty good,” he says, stretching casually. “Who needs perfect?”
“I need better. Please, Seamus. Clean up. That’s all I’m asking.”
“This is fun. What a classic couple argument.”
I rub my face and groan. “Seamus. It’s not a game.”
“Come on. We’re fighting about basic cleanliness tasks. That’s like New Relationship 101. Isn’t it exciting?”
“No, it’s really not.”
He holds up his hands in defeat. “Alright, alright, I see that this is important to you, and I will meet you halfway.”
“Thank you.” I unclench my jaw. “I appreciate that.”
He slowly stands and pulls off his shirt. I stare, not sure what’s happening. He tosses it down into the pile on the floor and unbuckles his belt.
I back away, eyebrows raising slowly.
“What?” he asks, a smirk getting outrageous as he kicks his pants away.
I’m blinking rapidly. “Why are you taking off your clothes?”
“Oh, this?” He strips off his underwear next until he’s only in socks. “I clean naked.”
I turn my back, cheeks burning. “Seamus.”
“What’s cleaner than naked? It’s pure and free.”
“Put your clothes back on.”
“They’re all going into the laundry, darling.” He walks past me, arms full of his clothes. Totally freaking nude.
I nearly choke as I stare at his firm ass and muscular thighs. I have to walk very quickly down to the kitchen before I can start breathing properly again.
He’s doing this on purpose.
The absolute animal has zero shame.
I should be mad. I really, really should.
But he’s so absurdly sexy.
Seamus comes downstairs a minute later with the vacuum. He’s humming to himself, cock free and dangling in the wind as he flips it on and starts cleaning the floors. I watch him, fanning myself, mouth watering with each graceful movement.
He’s cleaning. And he’s naked.
My two favorite things in the world.
This is fucked up. I’m aware of that on some deep, fundamental level. I shouldn’t be this turned on right now. I doubt he got the vacuum out thinking it would make me wet.
But that’s happening.
And I’m freaking disturbed.
I still can’t tear my eyes away. The graceful movements of his lean, beautiful body. His thick cock moving as he glides the vacuum, sucking all that dirt from the floor. Look at the bastard. Making everything perfect. Cleaning just for me.
I let out a whimper.
What the fuck is wrong with me right now?!
He looks over his shoulder. His shit-eating grin fades as I slowly walk toward him. My heart’s hammering. I don’t know what he can see in my face, but I don’t care.
There’s only one thing on my mind.
He stares as I drop to my knees in front of him, grab his firm ass with both palms, and guide his dick into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he says, obviously very surprised. “This isn’t the reaction I was expecting.”
I feel him getting hard between my lips. “Keep the vacuum on.”
“The fuck?” He blinks at me, dick stiffening as I hollow my cheeks and suck harder. “Seriously? Right now?”
I mumble shut up and keep cleaning, you sexy asshole but I doubt he understands me as I suck him wildly. It’s messy, the total opposite of what he’s been doing. Spit drips down onto the floor as I go at him, feeling wildly aroused and out of my mind. He moans, but he keeps the vacuum going and even goes so far as to move it a little back and forth like he’s getting at a tough spot.
God help me, I reach down between my legs, spread my knees, and find my clit with my fingers.