Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
A thing we have yet to talk about at length. I know the banter is there, as well as the sexual tension and attraction, that’s off the charts. And while Crew has made statements, they’ve been in the heat of the moment. Plus, it’s not like we’ve had a lot of alone time unless we’re sneaking kisses or orgasms. Last night, I had to leave the office and head right to my parents’ house, leaving us little time to talk again. By the time I came home, put away the leftovers I was sent home with, took a shower, and climbed into bed, my eyes were barely able to stay open when Crew called me. We spoke for a few minutes, but when my yawns started to dominate the conversation, he ended the call.
That led us to today, with little to no downtime once we stepped foot through the door. Whereas the door was shut more during the day, the same couldn’t be said for the morning. At first, it had me worried. Did we revert backward? Did the rules Crew said he broke fall into place again? He cleared up my worries entirely when there was a lull in people traipsing in and out.
Once everyone left, he slid a finger down the slope of my neck, dropped a garage door remote in my purse, and told me he’d see me at his house after work. Then he backed me up behind the door, making sure nobody could see or hear us, and dropped a scorching ass kiss on me and a whisper of a promise for more to come later. Crew also followed it up with a guarantee that we would be talking tonight.
Now, I’m in the elevator, key card in my hand to give back to him and seeing what it’s like to live in an apartment with all the amenities one could think about having. The ding alerts me right as the doors slide open. Crew is standing there waiting for me. Gone is the business attire, and in its place is a white shirt and well-worn jeans, barefoot to boot. It’s doing crazy fucking things to me, like making my nipples pebble and my core quiver with need.
I opted for comfort after wearing skirts, dresses, and heels for well over a week. I tossed my hair up in a loose ponytail, took my makeup off, lathered my skin with lotion, and replaced the wired bra with one that won’t poke and jab me when I bend the wrong way. Threw on an oversized graphic shirt, pulled on a pair of slouchy-style sweatpants, and slid on a pair of house slippers that have a sole made for outside purposes.
“Felt like forever till you got here,” Crew states before he wraps me up in his arms. My own go around his waist, and he kisses the top of my head.
Being held, not just a quick hug or a passionate kiss, just this, I didn’t realize I needed it until now. The tension from the what-ifs leaves my body, and I turn my head off. I soak up Crew’s strength, his scent, and his presence. There are no words needed. The quietness doesn’t bother me, especially after the endless chatter after a day of work. “You good, sweetheart?” he mutters against the crown of my head.
“Yeah, I really am. As long as you don’t feed me again.” Between my parents and Crew ordering lunch, I’m as full as a tick, ready to explode.
“No food, got it. Maybe a snack later?” He pulls back and dips his knees, bringing us to eye level.
“A big maybe. Do you realize I’ve eaten more in the past four days than I usually would in a week? I’m going to have to start taking the stairs at work and running. Yuck. Running isn’t my idea of fun, you know.” Crew smirks, eyes sparkling with mirth.
“To be fair, I always order lunch at work. Maybe not every single day, but a few times a week. The other days, I’ll bring leftovers, which seems to be plenty when cooking for one person.” Damn, a man who cooks. Not even my father does that, at least not in the kitchen. He can wield a spatula on a grill, but in Mom’s place? Nope. Mom came home from work one day after Dad decided to surprise us with a home-cooked meal. Unfortunately, it was a disaster. Dad had half the contents of the entire kitchen out of the cabinets. Spaghetti sauce spilled from the floor to the ceiling because he cooked it on high heat. That was the last time he had free rein in Mom’s domain.
“I know how that goes. I’ve learned to freeze leftovers in small containers or eat them for lunch. Life happens, and I’m still going through what I have now until payday.” Whoops, I should have kept that little tidbit to myself. In order to keep the conversation on a lighter side, I press a quick kiss to his lips, though I should know by now that Crew wouldn’t allow anything involving our mouths to be short and sweet. His hand cups the back of my head, and he takes over. His tongue slides inside, intertwining with mine, never letting up until we’re both hot and breathless.