Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
She nods before letting out an awkward laugh. “I wasn’t expecting that to get quite so heavy.”
I laugh with her. I wasn’t either, but I don’t regret sharing it with her. It’s important that she has a firm understanding of this. “Is there anything else you’re dying to know about me before you cave and accept that you’re moving in with me?”
She lets out a deep sigh. “I really don’t have a choice in the matter, do I?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Fine,” she finally says, just as her apartment door flies open and Ace, Diesel, and Izzy march in, their arms loaded with boxes, tape, and snacks.
“Uhhhhhh . . . What the actual fuck?” Harper says, gaping at the newcomers who are making themselves right at home.
Izzy strides over, dropping the snacks onto the kitchen counter beside us before explaining herself. “Dumb and dumber just showed up at my place and kidnapped me,” she starts, looking more than delighted at that fact. “Apparently it’s moving day, but don’t expect me to help. I’m here to watch as they get all sweaty and have to take their shirts off so I can get a better image for my spank bank.”
Ace laughs from across the apartment as Diesel, the no bullshit guy that he is, starts putting the boxes together, not bothering to wait to see how breaking the news went. He’s here to do a job, and nothing is going to keep him from doing that.
“Well, shit,” Harper says, turning her dazzling green stare right back to me. “Looks like you really were going to kidnap me if I said no to moving.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t?”
Harper groans and shoves me away before jumping down off the kitchen counter. “Fine,” she says, surveying the array of snacks. “I’m going to shower, but I swear, not one of you nosy assholes is permitted to look inside my bedside drawer, and if I find out that you have, all three of you will have matching testicle bowties—and trust me when I say that I will mix and match that shit. You’ll all be wearing each other’s balls like one of those BDSM collars.”
And with that, Harper harrumphs and stomps off to the bathroom, leaving me and the boys to move this brat into my place, her bedside drawer and all.
42
HARPER-RAYN
My gaze sails around Knight’s home as Ace, Diesel, and Izzy leave for the night. It’s been one hell of a day, and as I try to wrap my head around it, I can’t help but notice how surreal this is.
Do I seriously live here with this intoxicatingly delicious man?
One minute I was scarfing down a tub of leftover Chinese food, the next, my whole world was changing before my very eyes. Despite how much of a fight I put up, I can’t help but want this. It feels so right. I won’t lie; I’m terrified of what will happen if and when he gets bored of me, though he doesn’t seem to think that’s ever going to happen. If he wants to live in a delusional world, then who the hell am I to try and stop him? I’m more than happy to live here, to be in his arms every day and be the woman he chooses to share his life with.
Fuck. I really have fallen in love with him.
As Knight locks up, I make my way down to his closet and start putting away the last of my clothes when I find my array of sexy lingerie. I can’t help but grab my favorite pieces and a pair of sleek black heels to match.
A stupid smile stretches across my face, and when I hear him making his way down the hall, I hurry out of the closet and into the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind me. Giddiness pounds through my veins, and as I stand in front of the mirror, peeling off my clothes piece by piece, I’ve never felt so excited.
Sure, I’ve worn sexy lingerie for plenty of men, but it’s never felt like this.
I do my hair in a high pony, knowing how he loves to wrap my long jet black locks around his strong wrists, and after putting on just a touch of makeup for my man, I turn my attention to the lingerie.
It’s fucking stunning, and the few times I’ve worn the pieces, I’ve never felt so desired and beautiful. I fix the sheer black bra into position, my gaze shifting over the delicate design on the fabric as I adjust the way my tits sit inside the cups, making sure they look as full and delicious as possible. After all, if I’m going to do this, then I’m going to do it right.
Stepping into the matching thong, I pull the dainty material up my thighs before fixing it into place, pulling the sides up high over my hips, and adding just a little bit of shape. Butterflies swirl deep in my stomach, and as I hear Knight moving around our room, probably finding places for the last of my things, I take the sheer garter belt and clip it around my waist.