Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
The girls cheer, and Bella does a little spin, announcing, “I love this sleepover, and I love broccoli!”
“I heard that about you,” Maybelline says, winking at me as they start inside. “Clover told me it was your favorite new vegetable.”
“It is. Because it looks like trees and tastes so yummy,” Bella says.
“Bye, girls,” I say. “I’ll be over to pick you up tomorrow morning after breakfast, okay? Call me if you need anything tonight, Maybelline, or have any questions. I’ll have my phone on at the party.”
“Will do,” Maybelline says. “But we’ll be fine. You two, go. Have a great time. You deserve some grown-up Mardi Gras fun!”
“But don’t dance too hard,” Ava says, holding the screen door open for Maybelline and Bella. “I wasn’t joking about my toes.”
Clover and I laugh, and I wave. “Bye, see you tomorrow.”
Bella waves over her shoulder. “Bye, Daddy and Clover!”
“Bye!” Ava agrees, letting the door snap shut as she follows Maybelline inside, already claiming Cookie Monster and Ernie as her bathtime toys.
Silence falls in their wake. For a moment, Clover and I stand side by side on the porch, catching our breath from the big day.
“Well, that was fun,” she finally says.
“So much fun,” I agree.
“So much.” She sighs, fluffing her curls with one hand as she adds in a softer voice, “you know what else is fun?”
“A quickie at your place before we get ready for the grown-up party?” I whisper beneath my breath.
Our gazes catch and hold, and her eyes flash as she murmurs, “Hottest mind reader ever.”
Laughing, I grab her hand. A beat later, we’re racing across the street, aimed at the garage’s side entrance in the sunset light. The moment the door slams shut behind us, she’s on me. I’m on her.
We’re on each other because, “Keeping my hands off you all day was killing me,” I groan into her mouth as we tear at each other’s clothes.
“Torture,” she agrees, working at my belt.
Her nimble fingers work their magic, and the leather hisses through the loops. My shirt is on the garage floor before we’re five steps inside. At this rate, there’s no way we’re making it up the stairs to her place, but that’s fine with me. With the girls across the street, there’s no chance we’ll be interrupted, and I’ve been dreaming about getting her out of this jumpsuit all damned day.
“Is it sick that I’ve been thinking about this since nine a.m.?” I pull back, gripping the charm at the end of her zipper and dragging it slowly down.
“Sick and twisted,” she teases, holding my gaze as the fabric parts, baring her bra-free breasts.
I shake my head in mock disapproval. “No bra? Again? Bad girl.”
“You don’t need a bra with thick fabric like this.” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as I cup her in both hands, rubbing my thumbs over her already hard nipples. “But you know what is bad? Actually bad?”
“What?”
I’m so distracted by her nipples, I almost miss it when she adds in a whisper, “I’m not wearing any panties, either.”
My gaze jerks back to hers. “What?”
“I’m not wearing panties,” she says, making my throbbing balls drag even heavier between my legs at the thought of her pussy bare beneath that fabric. “I couldn’t find my thong, and a normal panty line looked horrible with the silhouette, so I just…went without.”
“Dirty girl.” I try to slip back into my teasing role, but I’m too turned on to be convincing. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Pull my jumpsuit down around my thighs and fuck me from behind?” She bites her lip again, a hungry sound escaping her throat as I pinch her nipples tight between fingers and thumbs. “Show me what happens to dirty girls who don’t wear panties around big, bad men?”
“Turn around,” I grit out, my cock already starting to leak. “Hands on the wall.”
When she doesn’t move fast enough, I grip her by the hips, turning her myself, summoning a sharp gasp from her lips. But the sound is followed by an eager moan, proving I’m giving her exactly what she wants as I jerk her jumpsuit off her shoulders and shove it down, down, until her firm ass pops free, and I’m free to slide a hand between her legs.
“Fuck,” I murmur into her hair as I tease through her hot, slick folds. “You are a dirty girl, aren’t you? How long have you been dripping for me?”
“All day,” she breathes, pushing back against me. “All day. I’m so bad.”
“So bad,” I agree, ripping open my jeans with my free hand. “And now you’re going to get fucked hard. Right here against the wall.”
After just a few days as her lover, I’ve learned that Clover loves firm pressure, dirty talk, and feeling me come inside her, a thing that would be dangerous if it weren’t for her IUD, but which I’ve realized I love every bit as much.