Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“No,” he retorts, and I take a step back, sort of insulted, “you don’t have any curtains in this fucking house, and it’s nighttime, and the lights are on. Everyone can see inside. Order fucking curtains, and then you can do it naked. If I can make a request, I’d like for you to do it naked and bending over. With your ass to me or your face, either works fine with me.” I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I open it, close it, and then open it again. The only thing I can do is turn and stomp away from him. “I’ll be up in ten!” he shouts from the kitchen, and I shake my head, wondering if maybe I can slam the door and lock him out. Then knowing I want to make out with him more than I want to prove a point.
I’m washing my hands when, ten minutes later, he comes up, his boots off, his head bent, and he’s rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey,” he says, walking right past me and toward my closet.
I follow him and watch him with his hands on his hips. “We can do some research during the week if you want.” He looks over at me.
“You would do that?”
“One, I get to spend time with you, so I’ll do just about anything, and two, I’m invested in this, so yeah, I’ll do it.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll make out with you,” I joke with him, but he stalks to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and picking me up off my feet while he takes me back to my bed. The two of us land on our sides while he attacks my mouth.
We spend most of the night making out. Fuck, his kisses, I’m pretty sure they can solve all my problems or at least a certain amount of them. He gets up at eleven. “I’m going to head home.” I sit up on the bed. My shirt is halfway up from when he was feeling me up, the most he did was feel me up. Neither of us cross that line to get each other naked. “I’ll close the door behind me.” He looks down at me. “And I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Okay,” I reply as he bends to kiss me again. I watch him walk to the bedroom door, grabbing his boots and slipping them on before walking out with a smooth wave before the front door slams shut. I collapse back on the bed, smelling him all over me and wanting him to come back and spend the night.
I’m thinking about doing that when the phone rings and I have to rush over to my desk to get it, seeing it’s him. “Hello,” I answer, putting the phone to my ear.
“Hey, baby, do you miss me yet?” he asks, his voice smooth, and it makes me shiver.
“No.” I walk back over to the bed and fold my leg and sit on it at the edge.
“Well, I miss you.”
“Is that why you were calling?” I lie back on the bed.
“No, I was calling to thank you for an amazing night, and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
“Am I seeing you tomorrow?” I smile, knowing he can’t see me.
I turn on my side, looking out the window. “You bet that sweet ass of yours you will be seeing me tomorrow.”
I can’t help but silently laugh. “We’ll see about that,” I say before I hang up on him and burst out laughing when his text comes through.
Caleb: Oh, we’ll see all right.
Chapter 20
Caleb
I jog up the steps to her front door and walk right in. The sounds of hammering and drilling fill the empty rooms. Theo looks up from what he’s doing in the living room. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Is that any way to talk to the boss?” I put my hands on my hips. It’s been three days since I’ve worked here. Not that I haven’t been here. No, I’ve been here every single night to make dinner with her and then make out with her in her bed. Until I drag myself away from her and force myself to go home before I forget about fucking her before we go on our first date. Every single night I want to kick my own ass about making up the rule. But I know once I get in there, it’s going to be worth it in so many different ways.
“It is when that boss is supposed to be at a barn, making sure that the roof comes off without killing someone.” He moves the nail gun to the end of the shelf and starts to hit it down all along the shelf. The hissing from the gun drowns out the stomp of his boots as he finishes assembling the mantel.