Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I pull up to my house. “Just got home.”
“Ugh, fine,” she huffs out. “I’ll go to work late.”
“See you soon.” I hang up the phone and rush into the house, cleaning up the breakfast plates and the kitchen before she gets here.
I slam the dishwasher closed when the doorbell rings. I smile as I walk to it, seeing her outside the front door. I open the door and my mouth waters. “Hey,” she says, stepping in. My eyes go from her sky-high nude heels, over her naked legs, to her brown suede miniskirt that has a zipper on one side and a zipper on the other side across her hip. A long-sleeve white knitted V-neck shirt is tucked in, falling over the swell of her tits.
“Hey,” I greet as I shut the door. I should take it slow, but I don’t, I kiss her the way I’ve been thinking of kissing her since she left. My tongue slides into her mouth as her hands go to my waist. “You go to work dressed like that all the time?” I ask her when I step away from her and she smirks.
“You mean wearing clothes?” She laughs. “Yeah, usually. It’s pretty frowned upon walking around in public naked.”
“If it makes you feel better,” I kiss her neck, “you can get naked right now and walk up to my bedroom.” She pushes me away from her. “It was just a thought.”
“I will take that into consideration,” she retorts. “Now, don’t you have to pack?”
“I do.” I slip my hand in hers. “Leave the shoes on,” I tell her and she kicks them off to spite me.
I walk to the steps, my heart speeding up as she follows me up, her fingers holding onto mine. I walk into the bedroom and she lets go of my hand. “So this is where the magic happens.” She takes a step in and sees the king-size bed in the middle of the room against the wall facing the bathroom.
“I can tell you right now,” I state, “there has been no magic that has ever happened in this room since I’ve lived here.”
Her mouth opens. “You’ve never had sex in the house?”
I shake my head. “I’ve had a couple one-night stands, just not in this house. I wasn’t going to bring some random woman to my house where my kids live. What if she went all Fatal Attraction and I came in and she was boiling a bunny?”
“They always blame the woman who was boiling the bunny, but what about the man who had an affair with said woman?”
“I’m not blaming anyone, I’m just saying this is a one-night stand free zone.” I smile at her. “Besides, we’re friends so it’s okay for you to know where I live.”
“Obviously.” She chuckles as she walks to the edge of the bed. The covers are all over the place. “So he doesn’t make his bed in the morning.”
“Never. Unless the housekeeper does it when she is here. It stays pretty much like that. I usually just fix the covers right before I slide into bed.”
“But how good does it feel when you slide into the bed when it’s done?”
“It feels the same,” I reply and she gasps and puts a hand to her chest.
“You are lying,” she accuses. “There is nothing, and I repeat nothing, as good as slipping into bed on clean fresh sheets.”
“I’ve never—” She comes to me and puts her fingers on my lips.
“Don’t say another word. I don’t think I could even look at you the same way if you shit on fresh sheets.”
I kiss her fingers. “I won’t say a word. Now let’s go get me packed so we can—”
“So we can?” she says with a smile. “So we can what?”
I shake my head and walk into the bathroom and head to the walk-in closet, with her right on my heels. “You need to finish that sentence,” she says as I grab my bag.
“Come on.” I look over my shoulder at her and she has her arms folded over her chest, pushing her tits up. “So we can make out in my bed,” I tell her as she walks around the closet, touching my clothes.
“So you invited me over here to help you pack and then to have sex with you?” she asks me as I grab the bag.
“I mean, we don’t have to do it in that order. We could have sex and then pack.”
She shakes her head. “Who says we’re going to have sex at all?” She cocks her hip to the side.
I walk to her and my hand comes up and she is probably expecting me to put it around her neck, but instead my thumb rubs over her nipple. “I was hoping,” her eyes close for a second, “that I could persuade you.”