Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“I stopped at the Mexican food place around the corner.” She held the bag open so I could see the white queso. “I didn’t share any of this with the guys, but I did bring enough chips and salsa to feed ten.”
“They better have thanked you,” I said as I led her into the corner of the room where there was a table set up to cut boards on. “Did you get the fried donut things?”
She scoffed and shook the last bag she was about to place on the table. “How can you go to El Sombrero and not get them?”
I dug into the queso while she started setting out the rest of the food.
She even produced a couple of beers out of her huge Mary Poppins purse.
“Damon used to love this place,” she smiled wistfully. “I’d order him the kid’s meal, and they’d always bring the donuts out with his meal. He’d eat them first every time, then we’d all act like he didn’t get any and we’d ask for more.” She snickered. “The ones closest to our old house used to love him. They even came to his funeral. Brought him some donuts. We buried him with them.”
I pulled her into my arms and dropped my forehead against hers. “He lived a really good life while he was here, baby. He was so loved. You should’ve heard how much everyone talked about him. They never had a single bad thing to say about him.”
“He didn’t have time to get a reputation.” She snickered. “But, man, he was a pretty rotten kid sometimes. He was sick so often though that when he did something naughty, you didn’t want to reprimand him because he was feeling well only such a small amount of the time. So you didn’t want to upset him in any way.”
“So what you’re saying is he was spoiled rotten,” I teased.
Her eyes twinkled as she reached for a chip and completely submerged it into the queso.
Again, something she’d always done.
I’d always gotten a kick out of how much she liked cheese.
I waited until she’d pulled her chip out, which she let drip over an open tortilla in her other hand, before going for a dunk of my own.
We ate and talked about anything and nothing, not a hint of awkwardness between us.
There was, however, a certain understanding.
I knew just as well as she did that the moment we were done eating, I was going to be feasting on something else.
Once I’d broken the dam, it was an unending feeling that simmered beneath the surface: wanting her.
It was something that I almost felt was paramount to living at this point.
She ate half her meal, then offered me the other half.
I took it and ate the enchilada in two bites before scraping the plate clean of her rice and beans—that she did not, under any circumstance, let touch.
I’d just placed the trays down when she was on me, her hands in my hair as she pulled her lips down onto my own.
“Spicy,” she said as she tasted my lips. “Beans and queso, my favorite.”
I growled and picked her up, my hands going to her ass.
Her bare ass.
“Cree, honey,” I said as I felt bare skin where there definitely should be fabric. “What are you wearing underneath this dress?”
Her smile was sly as she replied, “Nothing. You were a foregone conclusion.”
I snorted. “Was I now?”
My cock was now so hard that my tool belt was making it damn near impossible to move without it digging in deep into my tip.
“Oh, yeah, you were,” she said. “I’m deliciously sore, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed you. I felt like I was about to die if I didn’t have you inside of me again.”
God, I’d needed her, too.
I’d been thinking about her all morning.
It was making it damn impossible to work.
“Well, I can’t leave you feeling like you’re going to die.”
Luckily the one apartment I’d come in to talk on the phone was mostly finished with framing and insulation. It meant that we were hidden from prying eyes, but still, I took her into the bathroom and situated us in an alcove in the corner anyway. Just in case.
She may be comfortable with me, but I knew she wouldn’t be comfortable with anyone else seeing her.
My hands skimmed up the length of her bare thigh, then farther until sinking into something a little bit more wet.
“So hot for me, baby,” I whispered as I dotted kisses along her jawline. “How long you been thinking about me here?”
I swept my finger over her entrance, gathering her wetness and smoothing it in ever-widening circles.
“Since I woke up an hour ago,” she admitted. “I kept wondering if you’d come back home if I called, but I figured you’d need to work today and tomorrow to be able to skip out for the weekend. So I came to you, I knew you’d have to take a lunch break eventually.”