Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 141425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
I don’t want to hurt her like others did. Like Chad did. Like her dad did.
I don’t want to take all the things away from her that she needs and depends on.
I want to be a man she can rely on.
“You’re not going to lose your job,” I try to reassure her. “You’re a fantastic nanny. You’re great with the kids. I need you desperately.”
She smiles, warm and pleased. “Good. Because I’m kind of falling in love with the gig.”
That is music to my ears. But it also means we need to be smart and logical. “We’ll be adults. It’s a promise. It’s a game plan, and we’ll follow it. When the game is over, it’s over,” I say even though the words taste sour on my tongue.
She sticks out a hand. “Deal.”
I take it and shake. This is exactly what we need. And exactly what I hate. But it’s necessary.
After jerking her closer, I drop a kiss to those sweet lips. “Sealed with a kiss,” I say, focusing on touch again.
She rolls her eyes. “You’re such a cheeseball.”
I scoff. “Am not.”
“A little.”
“Would a cheeseball want to fuck you to pieces?”
She seems to mull that over. “Maybe.”
“We should find out then for sure. What’s on your list?” I ask. “I’m dying to know.”
“That’s a surprise.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Wouldn’t that make it more fun, if everything was a surprise?”
Actually, she’s right. “You keep me on my toes, Sabrina Snow. You know that, right?”
“I think I do.”
I tug her closer, sweep her hair off her cheek. “I’m going to be counting down the days to your next surprise.”
“Or the minutes,” she says, letting the words roll off her lips seductively.
My eyes pop with curiosity and dirty hope. “First one?”
She taps her chin, like she’s deep in thought. “Never have I ever been fucked hard twice in one night.”
And I’ll be thanking Trevyn for giving her more than one condom, because I rip that wrapper open so fast and put her on her hands and knees.
25
A SEX SCHEDULE
Sabrina
I’m counting down the days until the next time. Counting and researching. Watching videos, reading very naughty books, and jotting down ideas for our Five Sessions of Sex School.
And who better to brainstorm with than my girlfriends?
With Tyler at the arena for a workout and the kids at school, I head to Moon Over Milkshakes, the retro-themed diner my friends love. The beachy music plays at a reasonable volume now, which is a nice change—it used to be way too loud.
I spot my crew right away, wave, and slide into the booth with a bump of my hip against Isla’s. I’m just in that kind of mood.
It’s been a week since Tyler turned my legs to jelly, and I am ready and waiting for the next round.
“You might be wondering why I called this meeting, ladies,” I say, addressing the assembled crew—Isla, Leighton, Skylar, and Maeve. Everly and Josie couldn’t slip away from work.
Maeve arches a brow. “Well, considering your text told us to bring our dirtiest ideas, I had a clue.”
“Fine, fine. I wanted to be dramatic,” I say, grabbing the menus and doling them out. “Now, hurry. Order. We need food, and then I need ideas for naughty, dirty, filthy, toe-curling sex.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Leighton says, smirking.
Once we order, I nod toward her. “And thanks again for asking them to turn the music down. It’s so much nicer here now.”
“I agree,” Isla says.
Leighton just smiles, then taps the table. “Have you considered hand necklaces?”
I blink. “Do I want that?”
“I highly recommend it.”
“Noted.” I type it into my phone, then turn to Isla for her input but she snatches my phone.
“What was that for?”
“For doubting me,” she says, holding my phone hostage behind her back as she dips her other hand into her purse.
“What are you talking about?”
She whips out her hand theatrically, clutching a red hardcover journal with foiled gold letters on the front—My Tiny Sex Diary.
A laugh bursts from me. “Shut up.”
“No, you shut up. How dare you take notes on your phone when you’re with me?” she says, giving me the hardest of hard times.
I dip my face obsequiously. “Forgive me, notebook queen.”
“Seriously, what were you thinking?” Leighton teases.
“Evidently I wasn’t,” I say.
Isla hands me the notebook ceremoniously. “As soon as you mentioned your sex lessons the other night, I ordered this just for you.”
“Please tell me it doesn’t have one of those embossed From the library of Sabrina Snow stamps on the first page,” I say.
“No, but I can add that,” Isla says helpfully and the thing is—she would. She’d special order the stamp from an Etsy shop in seconds.
“That won’t be necessary.”
“But here you go,” she says, gently opening the book. The beginning offers pages for lists, and then after that it includes a section for the date, the “Summary of the Experience,” and ratings on a five-star scale. “I always find it’s best to take notes by hand. They stick longer.”