Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Jaxon,” she hisses and laughs at the same time.
“You make me feel so full, Jaxon,” I mimic her, making her laugh even more. “It’s so big.” I follow it up, even though she has never said it. “Never little and cock together.”
“Noted,” she says when she stops laughing. “Now I’m going to go and order something to eat.”
“And?”
“And then take a shower.” She sits up.
“And?” I repeat the word.
“And get into bed.” She tries not to smile.
“And?”
“And not call you back,” she snaps out.
“That’s not what I meant.” I grab a pillow beside me and tuck it under my head. “You have to check your schedule.”
“I already did while you were going on and on about how I can’t say little and cock in the same sentence. It’s called multitasking, it’s a great thing, you should try it sometime.”
“Yet here you are, doing it again.” I raise my eyebrows and she laughs. “So what did you decide?”
She looks at me, prolonging the answer on purpose. “Well,” she starts, trying not to smile but failing and it makes me smile back at her, “I can come.”
The smile on my face gets even bigger. “I’m going to have to cash in a lot of coupons,” I tell her. “I should run a count”—I wink at her—“and coupons for other things also.”
sixteen
Ariella
“Ariella Weber,” I answer the phone without looking at it since I’m in the middle of reading an email.
“Ariella Weber.” His voice makes me smile. “It’s Jaxon Stevenson.”
“Who?” I joke with him. “I’ve never heard of him,” I continue the joke, “I think you got the wrong number. Bye.” I sing out the last word almost pressing the red button.
“Don’t you dare hang up on me, or else I am throwing one of your coupons away,” he snaps.
“I don’t even have a coupon,” I mention to him. It’s been a day since I’ve been home, a day since we’ve spoken on the phone about five times. Something I thought I would find annoying but then looking at the time, wondering what he was doing at that same moment.
“Pretty sure you had a suck-Jaxon’s-cock coupon ready to redeem,” he retorts, and I lean back and full-on belly laugh.
“I didn’t have that coupon to begin with. The only one that would benefit from that would be you.”
“Now that’s a lie,” he denies. “You love it as much as I do.”
“Pretty sure you love it more than I do,” I mumble, though I thoroughly enjoy it if I’m being honest. But that is only because of how much he enjoys it.
“You might be right.” He gives me a soft chuckle. “What are you doing?”
“About to meet with the president. Go over world peace.” I lean back in my chair, putting my hand on my stomach, something I’ve been doing more and more without even knowing it. “You?”
“Just got up from my nap,” he tells me. “I have to be downstairs in twenty minutes.”
“Then why are you calling me?”
“Because I wanted to hear your voice,” he answers softly and I close my eyes.
“Okay, fine, I have a coupon to redeem.”
“Ohh,” he says with cheer, “what type of coupon?”
“A give-Jaxon-a-hug coupon,” I state and he groans, “while straddling him.”
“Now that's what I’m talking about,” he states, making me silently laugh. “Naked?” he asks me. “I approve, I’ll add it to our list.”
“We have a list?”
“We do,” he confirms. “It’s mostly just stuff I thought about and added, but now I’ll put your stuff down with mine.”
“What is on this list?” I ask him, moving my chair side to side.
“It’s better if I tell you when we are in front of each other. So we can do what is on the list. It’s called multitasking.” He chuckles using my words on me, thinking he’s very clever.
“Of course,” I deadpan, “naked, obviously.”
“Now you’re getting it,” he jokes with me. “What are you doing the rest of the day?”
“My parents are in town,” I tell him. “They called me this afternoon to tell me they are bringing me dinner and to not make any plans.”
“That sounds like fun; wish I was there.”
“Well, then, that would be another conversation I don’t think we are ready for.”
“Ari,” he says my nickname, “it’s going to have to come out eventually.”
“Why don’t we wait until we’re over the three-month thing?”
“What three-month thing?” he asks me and I hear him moving around on his side of the phone.
“Well, you can miscarry at any point before the three-month mark. Usually happens early on or in the tenth week of pregnancy.”
“Who said this?” he snaps out.
“It’s in the baby book I’m reading,” I tell him.
“Does travelling—” he starts to say and then stops. “Travelling, is it safe?”
“I actually looked it up this morning.” I exhale as I turn my chair to look out the windows. “It says there really isn’t anything that can cause me to miscarry if I’m travelling. They say I might get more nauseated, which has now kicked up tenfold.”