Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Nash, you have Dan Brown right there.” She points over at the bookshelf.
“At this point, are we ever going to get naked?” I groan.
“What’s your favorite movie?” she asks with a huge grin on her face, and I just laugh because I know she’s not going to get this one, so she’ll be losing one scrap of clothing. “Okay, what did you put?”
“Pride and Prejudice, but the one with Keira Knightley,” I gloat and turn my board around to face her, “because that’s just the way it is.” I repeat her words that she told her cousin while on the trip. “Now what did you put?” I smile so big.
“Mission Impossible and not James Bond.” My mouth gapes open. “I heard you chat with one of the guys in Vegas.”
“That’s cheating.” I point at her and belly laugh. “What’s the next question?”
“What's their favorite nickname to be called?” She asks the question and then quickly writes down her answer. “What did you write?”
“Baby.” I turn around to show her. “You love it when I call you that.” Her eyes get softer. “What did you write?”
“Well, I don’t really have a nickname for you,” she says, “but you do love when I moan out your name.” She turns it around to show me her answer, and now I’m the one who is laughing.
“We’re exceptionally good at this game.” I scowl. “I don’t like it. “What's your honey’s favorite dessert?” She can’t help but hide her smile. “What did you put?”
“Dick.” I turn my board around, showing her the picture I drew of a dick.
“That looks like a spaceship.” She laughs. “I put pussy on yours.”
“That’s my favorite meal and dessert,” I tell her, and she wipes away her answer.
“Does your partner prefer FaceTiming, texting, or calling?” she quizzes, and I write down my answer. “What did you write?”
“There is more than one answer. You love FaceTiming your family, but everyone else you like to text, and you only take calls from clients.”
“You know that you’re annoying”—she points at me—“and you watch me way too much.”
“Score one for me.” I hold up my hand. “What did you write?”
“I sort of wrote the same thing for you. You love FaceTiming your niece, Meadow,” she answers, and I just watch her, “and you FaceTime Caine every morning.”
“And I watch you too much?” I use her words against her. “You know what I don’t like about this game?” I don’t wait for her to answer me. “That you aren’t naked.”
“What is your partner’s favorite animal?” she continues, and I don’t even write it down.
“If you don’t say cat, you’re a fucking liar.” I point at her, and she throws her head back and laughs. “You spend at least one hour a day watching cat videos.”
“It helps clear my head. I put cat for you also since you spend most of the time watching them with me,” she snaps. “What's the best place you’ve ever traveled to?”
“Hmmm,” I say, “I have no idea on this one. Is it Europe?”
“Nope,” she replies, so I toss the whiteboard to the side and slide my T-shirt off.
“Now this is fun. What about you? What did you write?”
“Mexico.” She shows me her answer, and I smile.
“Take it off,” I instruct her, and her mouth opens. “It was Mexico, but now it’s Vegas.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Take it off, baby.” She pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her in her lace bra. “The bra also, it’s part of the shirt.” She wants to fight me on it, but instead, she just takes it off and tosses it my way.
“Happy?”
“I’m getting there.” I grin when she asks me her next question.
“How does your partner de-stress?” She giggles. “Should I even write it?”
“Are you going to write sinking into his wife’s pussy or mouth?” I ask. “Because that’s the only answer to that.”
“I was going with sex or blow job.” She shrugs. “So I’m right.”
“You would be right,” I admit. “For you, I wrote sucking my dick or riding me.” Her mouth opens in shock. “But then I also wrote watching stupid cat videos.”
“What’s your partner’s favorite holiday?” she asks, and I erase my previous answer and write down my answer, then show it to her.
“Christmas,” I say, and she nods. “What is mine?”
“Your birthday,” she declares, and I smile big.
“Nope, I’d like to see you take off your pants.”
“What’s your favorite holiday?” She refuses to take off her pants.
“Our anniversary,” I state. She throws her marker at me, and I move to the side as it zooms by my head. “Take it off, Mrs. Griffin.” I wink at her as she tosses the whiteboard in front of her, standing up and taking her pants off. “And the panties.”
“No fucking way,” she fires back. “If you take off your pants, you still have your boxers.”