Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Yes!” Taylor squeals. “That would be awesome! Can we, Dad? Please?”
She flutters her lashes at me, and I chuckle.
“Yeah, let me know the dates you’re going with your mom and the date of the college tour, and we’ll plan it out.”
“Yay!” Taylor throws herself across Kinsley’s lap so she can hug me. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
She clambers off the couch, her phone in her hand. “I’m going to text Mom and let her know. I have to get to work. Thank you! Love you!”
And like the tornado she is, she’s out the door as quick as she came.
“Wow,” Kinsley says with a light laugh. “She’s …”
“A lot?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “Passionate. I love that. She’s outgoing and smart and so … adult. You’ve done such a good job with her,” she says, snuggling into my side. “I know you think she might be affected by her mom being gone, but because of you, she’s thriving.”
I wrap my arm around her and grab the remote to turn the movie we were watching back on. “You spending the night?” I ask.
“Actually, I think I’m going to go home.” She glances up at me apologetically. “I have no clothes, and we both work in the morning.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her she should just move in here, and then the problem would be solved, but she’d probably freak out and run. So, instead, I throw the remote to the side and flip her onto her back so I’m hovering above her.
“Then, I’d better make the most of the time I have with you.”
Me
What are you wearing?
I hit Send on the text and chuckle, knowing this text is going to go one of two ways—Kinsley will either go along with it or tell me to go fuck myself. Either way, it’ll be worth whatever response she gives me because I finally have her number.
Well, technically, I’ve had her damn number for quite some time. But now, I know I have it and can text or call her anytime I want. I’ve actually known that I’ve had it for a couple of days, but since she’s been with me, this is my first time using it.
The bubbles appear and then disappear, and for a moment, I second-guess myself because what if she thinks I’m being serious and questions the man she’s been spending time with?
Shit. I really didn’t think this through.
I click on the text box, ready to backtrack, when the most breathtaking image comes through of Kinsley. She’s lying in what looks like her bed, based on her position. Her face looks freshly washed and moisturized—the way it does when she’s done using her skin care stuff when she’s at my place. She’s smiling, and her shiny lips look plump and kissable. I can’t see too far down since it’s a selfie, but she’s sporting a tank top that shows off the swells of her breasts, making my mouth water.
Fuck, I hate being away from this woman. If she were with me, I wouldn’t have to settle for a picture of her. I could hold her and touch her and kiss her all I wanted.
My text was initially meant to be flirty, but when I click to respond, my tone has changed.
Me
I miss you.
She insisted on going home to sleep at her own place because we both work in the morning, but I really wish I had pushed her to stay.
Sour Patch
I miss you, too, but I’ll see you on Sunday for the BBQ.
Me
What about Saturday?
Sour Patch
I have to work all day, and my cousin Natalia is in town. We’re going out for drinks. Hopefully, this time, it doesn’t end with me needing to be brought to the hospital.
I hate that I won’t see her until the barbecue, but I love that she’s going out with her cousin. She deserves to get out and have a good time.
Me
Don’t make me come over there and spank you.
It’s a joke, but when she responds, my cock doesn’t find it funny.
Sour Patch
Don’t tease me with a good time.
Me
Keep it up, and you’ll be getting a knock on your door.
Sour Patch
I know that’s not true because you hate leaving Taylor home alone when you don’t have to.
Me
I might just need to make an exception.
Sour Patch
I’m falling asleep. This sex-crazed maniac fucked me until I could barely walk earlier. If I disappear, it’s because I fell asleep.
I can’t help but grin at her message because she’s not wrong. But in my defense, Kinsley is just as insatiable as I am when it comes to sex. Before her, I didn’t understand why people put such an emphasis on sex. Not that I haven’t had my fair share of sex, and plenty of it was good. But there’s something different about being intimate with the person you love, the woman you want to spend your life with. Every time with her always feels like more.