Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“You like it?” he asks, lowering his head to my neck and groaning hard. “Ah, shit. You’re taking all of me, baby. I’m gonna come, but I need you to first.”
He adds more pressure to my clit and circles it faster, and I come apart, screaming as my orgasm rips through me. I’ve never come so hard, and I don’t even know if I can take it as he continues circling, making it last and last.
With a final thrust, he growls out his orgasm, holding himself inside me for a few seconds before he slowly pulls out, leaning down on his elbows to kiss me.
“Jesus, that was amazing,” he says, breathing a little hard. “I felt you come.”
I laugh, waves of pleasure still washing through me, even now.
“I’ve never come like that,” I say, grinning at the ceiling. “Your dirty talk is on point.”
“I want you to know I’m talking to you,” he says, lying down behind me and wrapping his arms around me. “Those aren’t lines I’ve said to other women or anything. That’s what you do to me, baby. Not anyone else.”
I turn my face toward him and he kisses me softly. This is better than my usual Tuesdays at work. Infinitely better. Will it be like this every time with us?
“I’m so happy,” I whisper against his lips. “Thank you for making me so happy.”
He kisses me again. “I should be thanking you. You’re my fantasy woman. Making you happy is all I’ve wanted since I met you.”
“In that case, you’d better start hydrating.” I bite my lip. “Because I’m free for another three hours and I don’t plan to leave this bed until our time is up.”
He laughs lightly and kisses me again. “Perfect.”
Chapter Nineteen
Pax
Blowing out a nervous breath, I step into the bathroom to double-check my reflection in the mirror. My smile looks fucking ridiculous; I’m trying too hard and this date hasn’t even started yet.
My nervousness is warranted, though—this is the first time I’ve ever taken not just one, but two girls on a date. One woman and one girl to be exact, and I want both of them to like me.
Kylie and I are like a couple of lovesick teenagers. We can’t see each other as much as I’d like, but we text each other often and sneak in time together every chance we get. Yesterday, I stopped by The Canyons to bring her lunch and kiss her a couple dozen times before she had to get back inside. It’s been like that for the past couple of weeks, since we started sleeping together, and with every passing day, I want her even more. Not just in bedI want all of her.
And that means I have to win over not just Kylie, but also her daughter. It’s scary as well because other than being a father to my boy for the three short months of his life, I don’t have any experience with kids.
Just be yourself. That’s what Kylie keeps telling me. So with a final dumbass grin in the mirror, I grab my car keys and head to the florist shop.
I was going to get two identical bouquets of flowers, but when the florist suggested she make different ones for each of them, I shrugged and said sure. And when I pick them up, I see that she was right.
“Those are great,” I tell her, arching my brows appreciatively.
“Thank you. We have some gorgeous calla lilies for your girlfriend and then I had some fun with the one for her daughter and did a mix of purple, yellow, and white flowers.”
I pass her my credit card, not even asking how much they cost. That’s the furthest thing from my mind.
“Hope they enjoy these,” the florist says, passing back my card. “Try not to let them get too hot; there are some delicate flowers in there.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Back at my Suburban, I carefully lay the floral arrangements on the back seat and get behind the wheel, turning up the dial on the air conditioning. By the time I’m pulling into Kylie’s driveway, my nose is numb, but hopefully the flowers still look fresh.
I have a bunch of ideas for tonight, but I want to let Jasmine decide what we do. She’s an energetic kid and I’m sure she’ll choose something like miniature golf or maybe even the theme park by Circus Circus. I haven’t been on a roller coaster in a while, but if she wants to ride one, I’m game.
With the flowers cradled in one arm, I walk up to the front step and ring the doorbell, my heart beating fast in anticipation. When Kylie opens the door, she looks spectacular in a sleeveless blue dress, her hair loose around her shoulders.
“Hey,” I say softly, wanting to drop the flowers and take her in my arms.