Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Matthew, look at me.” He’s at war with himself. We haven’t really touched on the topic of our age difference and my lack of sexual experience. Which is slowly diminishing with as much as we’ve done without, you know, his whole penis inside of me, at least. There’s been plenty of other stuff, though, and riding his face and his cock, well, it's kind of up there as top tier.
This morning was a million times better, at least for me. Matthew kissed me awake, starting at my neck, pulling my shirt, well, really his shirt out of the way, then sliding down the length of my body, where he proceeded to have me for breakfast. Those were his words, and when I once again tried to return the favor, the blaring of the alarm alerted us that time was of the essence. Truthfully, I think Matthew’s scared of what I’ll be capable of once my mouth is on his cock.
“I’m looking, Letty, believe me. I can’t stop looking.” The hunger in his tone is palpable.
“Well, the same goes for you. But back to the matter at hand, absolutely nothing that we’ve will I ever regret. I’m a terrible morning person, and I’d have much rather called in and stayed in bed with you all day. Sadly, you have court, I have a job, that bad time off is a minimum, and I need to replenish what I spent yesterday.” I press my finger to his lips, quieting him without words. “No, don’t offer. I won’t take it. You’ve been there for me in a time of need when I wouldn’t have had anybody. You have done so much in the short amount of time we’ve been together, more than anyone else ever has.” Sure, I’ve been working for Ophelia for a while now, and we’ve both kind of danced around each other, one or the other, lightly flirty, sharing coy glances and the like. This has been way more. This feels a lot like love.
“I won’t offer this time. My help is there, whenever or wherever you need it, monetary or not. I’m really fucking glad you’re not having any regrets.” His hand slides up the outer edge of my arm until it’s at my neck. His thumb is probably supposed to soothe my rapidly beating heart rate but does the exact opposite. “Come on, kitten. If you don’t get out of here, we won’t make it to work.”
“Alright,” I reply as he drops a quick kiss to my lips, and damn him for being right.
We finish walking toward my car. Matthew has my keys, and he unlocks it once we’re near, moving to the door to open it for me. I toss my bag in the passenger seat, slide in the driver’s side, and Matthew hands me the keys.
“There. You won’t have to put the code in anymore.” He ducks his head, puts a remote that’s similar to a garage door opener on my visor, and then proceeds to make out with me until we’re both breathless. My hands end up in his hair, and his end up on my body.
My day goes from good to better. The houses on my schedule today aren’t of the deep clean variety. Each of them has me in and out within the allotted time, making my life easier. It also helped that this morning, when Matthew and I finally parted ways, I didn’t hit any traffic, got to the apartment only to snag upfront parking, hoofed it up the stairs, and changed in record time. Mischa and Liv were still in their bedrooms. I gave them a quick hello through their closed doors, and then I left. I’d texted them last night, giving them the heads-up that I wouldn’t be home. The text messages went crazy for a period of time and only settled after I sent back the Cliff Notes version.
I still need to come clean to Matthew about my past, though there haven’t been any weird feelings lately. But I’d much rather be honest, have no lies of omission between us, and allow him to cut and run or stay and possibly deal with the shit storm of my stepfather and the goon squad.
I’m waiting for the laundry to turn off in the dryer at the house I’m cleaning when a text message alert pings and pauses my audiobook. I’m on book two of the series with the Scottish narrator, fully enjoying the dialogue while getting through my workday. I move to the device and glance down at the screen.
A giddiness takes hold of me, and when a giggle slips from my mouth, I slap my hand over the offending noise. Then I become an even stranger person, looking around the area to make sure nobody heard me, which is ridiculous, since I’m here by myself.