Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Babe, didn’t want you to, and I would have put my foot down either way. Lennie sees the other doctor at his practice. It’s cute you thought I’d let my friend look at what’s mine.” He prowls toward where I’m sitting on his killer patio furniture. The couch is where it’s at, big and deep, easy to settle into the corner and relax. The two chairs on either side aren’t bad, either, except I didn’t feel the need to spin or rock in them. On the other side of the patio, Tysen also has a matching table and chairs, where he mentioned eating at tonight.
The weather we’re having this time of year in Florida isn’t going to last much longer. Before too long, the breeze will stop, the mosquitos will carry us away, the temperature won’t drop below eight-five degrees, and the humidity will make you feel like you’re in a sauna.
“Good, I’m glad we can agree on that,” I reply. He bends at the waist, his hands going to either side of the couch. I know what’s coming. I’m more than looking forward to it. Any time Tysen’s mouth is on mine, it’s going to be more than amazing, plus it’s a promise for later. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips, I open on a sigh like I always seem to do, and he moves in. My hand moves up the length of his chest until I’m cupping the side of his face. His scruff against the palm of my hand only spurs me on more. Whereas before now, he was taking and I was giving, allowing him to do all the work, I get in on the action. My tongue moves along his in a rhythm that feels connected and sensual. My core aches, my body tingles, and when he pulls back, I’m not the only one completely under a spell.
“I still don’t like your coloring. I’ll need to get more iron in you,” Tysen says.
“Way to ruin the moment. I wasn’t just thinking about pulling you on top of me or anything.” I roll my eyes at him. The most inopportune time to discuss my health is when I’d really like an orgasm or three.
“You’ll get that later, once you’ve been fed.” He drops a kiss to my lips and moves back to the grill. The unobstructed view of him is one I could get on my knees for any day of the week. Tall, muscular, broad shoulders, an ass that fills out a pair of jeans, and of course he catches me checking him out.
“What, like I can’t look?” I tease, licking my lips when he sends a wink over his shoulder.
“You can look all you want, babe.” He goes back to flipping the steaks and baked potatoes. The meat he chose is thick, massive, and he’s cooking four of them. I tried to tell him that there is no way I’d be able to eat even half of one plus the big-ass potatoes he picked out and I’m sure the mountain of broccoli he’ll insist on putting on my plate. Tysen simply shrugged his shoulder and said we’d have steak and eggs for breakfast. I didn’t clue him in on the fact that there would still be enough left over for lunch and dinner, too. I also realized that this man loves his steak, seeing as how he had it for lunch and is now having it again, and is already making plans to eat it tomorrow.
“I’m not sure you could stop me even if you tried.” I take a sip of my drink and settle back into the couch.
“It’s a good thing I’m not trying.” He closes the lid to the grill, turns around, and grabs his lowball of Macallan to take a sip. I already know he’s gearing up to say something else. I swear to everything if he brings up what I should eat again, I’m going to lose it. I don’t mind eating healthy. In fact, I prefer it, unless I’m near that time of the month, then I tend to go a bit overboard. What girl doesn’t enjoy salt and chocolate in no particular order or mixed together?
“I can see you have something on your mind,” I open the line of communication for him.
“Yep, sure do. Tomorrow, I’m off work, as are you.” My eyebrows furrow. “Samuel told me.”
“Why am I not surprised?” I take another sip of my drink. I’m going to have to talk to my new bestie for the restie. He seems to be spilling all the tea to Tysen when I’m not around.
“Back to the matter at hand, we’ve got rounds to make. Your parents first. We’ll load up your stuff, move it in here, and then we’ll head to my folks. Already gave my mom a heads-up, so you may wanna do the same with yours. I want you settled before you go back to work, and that’s another thing we’re talking about. I’d prefer to keep you on my plane. Samuel has already been offered a job. That was in the works before I knew you’d be there. He made it contingent on you flying with him. It’s three to four days a week, which means a cut in pay from the agency, marginally, but it comes with benefits including health, dental, and a pension plan once I get the ball rolling. There might come a point where it’d be more like five days a week, too. There’s other stuff in the works, but until I have a sit-down meeting with the rest of my friends and co-pilot, I can’t really talk about it.” Tysen tosses this out like it’s no big deal.