Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Me: Yes, but don’t bother. I’m staying here.
Mom: I understand you like it there, but you know your place is with me. You’re my child.
Me: Can we talk about this later? I’m about to cook dinner.
Mom: Of course. Love you.
I shake off the stress of discussing this with her. I’m one hundred percent positive she will hate it when she learns I’m seeing Reid. It’s going to be dramatic and emotional. Not looking forward to that day. However, I’m also not going to deny myself feeling happy just because Reid is her ex.
Distraction is the name of the game, and I spend the next half hour focused on cooking dinner. Reid’s timing is impeccable because he saunters in just as I’m turning off the stove. I’d flirted shamelessly over text, but now I feel weird stripping out of my clothes while in the kitchen. He smirks as he enters.
“So, you can behave,” he murmurs, prowling over to me. “Good girl.”
I melt in his arms as he pulls me to him for a filthy kiss. Now, I wish I’d gotten over my awkwardness and gotten naked. It would make things super convenient about now.
“Let me grab a quick shower and we can sit down to eat.”
He steals another kiss and then disappears. When the shower starts, I busy myself making our plates. I grab a Coke for myself and one of his craft beers he’s always drinking for him. We’ve sat at this table countless times, a lot of times with my mother, but this is the first time it’ll feel like a date.
Reid must be eager to see me again because he showers in record time. I grin at him when he enters the dining area. Shirtless. My smile falls because damn. Water droplets he missed roll down his sculpted tattooed chest. Yum. I don’t need dinner. I need him.
He smirks as he sits beside me. I chew on my bottom lip, watching him beneath hooded lashes. Warmth tickles its way through me, settling in my core.
“This looks good,” he says as he picks up a soft taco. “You spoil me.”
I preen at his words. Reid deserves to be treated with respect and adoration. Not someone to be used for free rent, food, and whatever else you can get out of him.
He’s even sexy when he eats, taking massive bites to devour his taco within a few seconds. I can’t help but roam my gaze over his muscular shoulders. How is a man in his mid-forties so hot? Guys half his age don’t look half as good as him.
Reid is special.
Sexy, manly, strong.
I want to lick him.
“Eat your food,” he commands, voice raspy but authoritative.
I’m definitely no longer hungry for tacos, but I do as I’m told because I like to please him. His hazel eyes glitter appreciatively at me as he continues to eat. When I’m not staring at his stupidly hot chest and focus on my food, I can actually carry on a conversation.
“You came back pretty dusty. What were you two working on?”
Reid polishes off a third taco before swiping his mouth with a napkin. “Sanding drywall. There were a lot of holes needing patching.”
“Is it hard?”
“Nah.”
“How hard would it be to fix up the cute yellow place?”
He takes a swig of his beer, eyes narrowing on me. “What’s up with that place? You have plans for it, don’t you?”
I look away to toy with my tortilla. “Something like that.”
“Emma.” The deep, throaty rumble of his voice vibrates through me. “Tell me.”
“It’s stupid.”
His eyebrows knit together. “Do I need to make you tell me?”
I gape at him, pussy tingling at his words. “What? How?”
“I have my methods.” He rises to his feet and then comes to stand behind me. “This goes much easier if you tell me what I want to know.”
His palms slide down my shoulders to my breasts over my shirt and he squeezes. If not telling him gets this kind of attention, I’m going to keep my lips glued shut.
“Em…”
I clamp down on my bottom lip with my teeth and tilt my head to look up at him. Something dark shifts in his gaze and a chill works its way down my spine.
“I see,” he growls. “Very well.”
He leans forward like he might kiss me, but I realize he’s just trying to reach my shorts. I lift up, whimpering as he slides both my shorts and panties down over my ass and thighs. I push them toward my knees and kick them away.
“Are we going to have sex now?”
Ignoring me, he grabs my thigh and lifts it. Then, he places my foot on the edge of the table. Curious to see where he’s going with this, I relax as he does the other leg too. Cool air tickles my pussy. I feel too exposed with my legs parted, feet on either side of my dinner plate, and ass hanging off the edge of the chair.