Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
“Right now?”
“It’s only getting later.” I stop outside her laundry room and start unbuttoning my flannel.
“You’re stripping in my laundry room?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I’m all about efficiency, baby.”
Her shoulders shake with laughter as she gathers my clothes, tossing each item into the washer.
“I know how to do laundry,” I tease. “I ran the club’s laundromat downstate for quite a while.”
“I’m all about efficiency too, baby.” She grins as she tosses my words back at me. “Besides, the sooner you’re naked, the better.” Her gaze travels over my body, devouring every inch of my bare skin, finally landing on my jeans.
It’s such an unexpected thing for Margot to say, but I hold in my laughter. Still watching her face, I slowly pull my belt free and set it on the dryer, then empty my pockets one item at a time.
She sucks in a breath as I pop the top button of my jeans loose and slowly lower the zipper.
“You want to help?” I tease. “Or stand there and watch?”
She continues staring, following the movement of my hands. “You’re doing fine on your own.”
Holding her gaze, I let the silence stretch as I push my jeans down and kick them off, catching them mid-air. “You sure about that? Because you’re still fully dressed, and that seems awfully inefficient.”
That earns me a small smile. “You have a point.” She holds her arms over her head. “I could use some help though.”
“My pleasure.” I step closer and hook my fingers into the hem of her sweatshirt. The restraint I display should earn me a medal as I slowly drag the fabric up, revealing her soft curves, pale skin, and finally a blue lace bra. “You really were wearing blue underneath.”
“You thought I was lying?” Her words are muffled. Struck dumb by the dark blue lace encasing the heavy curves of her breasts, I stopped before taking her sweatshirt all the way off. I hurry to pull her arms free and toss the shirt aside. She shakes her hair out and the sapphires in her ears catch the light again.
“I want to see if your panties match.”
She laughs softly. “Why would I lie?”
I slip my fingers under the waistband of her pants and tug them down her hips, kneeling to kiss her stomach. Matching blue lace comes into view.
I flick my gaze up to hers. “Beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She runs her fingers through my hair.
I yank her pants off the rest of the way, tossing them aside and run my greedy hands up her calves, up her thighs, straight to her center.
She lets out a needy gasp when I press my lips to the thin material and slowly pull it away with my teeth. “I’ve been dying to do this all day,” I rasp.
“R-really?”
“Yeah.” I slide the panties down her legs and help her step out. “It’s so pretty on you, but I need the bra off too.”
She wiggles out of my hold, turns and pulls her hair to the side, revealing the clasp, silently telling me to do it myself.
Chuckling softly, I sink my teeth into one round cheek, then kiss my way to the base of her spine. “Smart ass.”
I rise and work the clasp loose.
She slips the straps off her shoulders and tosses the bra to the side. “Come on.” She holds out her hand to me.
“Uh, I had other plans in mind.” My mouth protests but my feet follow her around the corner into the bathroom.
“You said you wanted to take a shower.”
“I wanted to get you naked.” I wasn’t lying about feeling gritty from the day, though. “But I’m willing to multi-task.”
She glances at me over her shoulder as she turns on the shower spray. “In the name of efficiency, right?”
“Brains and beauty. I love you.” I mold myself to her back, wrapping my arms tight around her. I don’t know what it is about Margot, but I want to give her everything and anything in the world. I want to give her the best version of me even if I don’t know what the fuck that is.
She tips her head back, resting it on my chest and stares up at me. “I love you too.” She rubs her hand over my arms. “Ready? Oh, let me put my hair up.”
I release her and she hurries to the counter to pick up a bright-green claw-shaped thing. She winds her hair into a thick, messy knot and secures it with the clip.
The door lets out a low creak as I open it. Steam billows out and I reach in to adjust the temperature. “Hurry.”
She reaches into a cabinet and pulls out two thick yellow towels and hangs them on the hooks outside the shower. “On my way.”
I step in and hold out my hand for her.
As soon as she’s inside, I lean down and slide my lips over hers. All my blood rushes south as she opens for me. She reaches down and wraps her hands around my cock and strokes.