Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“The press?” she asks. “Not that it’s any of their business, but if they get whiff of this?”
“So how about we tell our inner circle first and see how it goes, and then when we are both ready, we can make it official publicly?” She nods her head. “But I’m not going to not kiss you if we are in public. I refuse to do that. If I want to kiss you, I’m going to kiss you. I’m not a fucking teenager who has to hide from their parents.”
“Well, then I think we got it all settled,” she says, coming to me. “I also believe we just had our first fight.” I look at her, confused when she puts her hands around my neck. “And from what I’ve heard, make-up sex is better than regular sex.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Sex with you is out of this world to begin with.”
“Smooth.” She kisses my lips. “Very smooth.” I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
“I’d like to add something to the agenda,” I say, walking toward her bed. “Skirts. I like you in skirts.”
“What, why?” she asks me.
“Easy access, baby,” I say, my head going to the side, and my mouth opening to hers. I rip off her pants, and she was right. Make-up sex trumps all the sex I’ve ever had in my life.
Chapter 23
Becca
Me: I need to speak to both of you tomorrow. Let me know when is good for you guys.
I put down the phone and look up when I hear Nico walking back into the room. “Who are you on the phone with?” he asks, and I look at him, my mouth watering as I take him in. He is wearing a white towel around his waist, and it falls just a bit low, showing you his V. Another white towel is in his hand as he dries the water from his hair.
“I was telling my other guys that I’m exclusive now.” I wink at him. He stops wiping his hair and glares at me. “Too soon?” I ask, and he drops the towel from his hand.
“Why are you dressed?” he asks, his eyes roaming over my tank top and panties.
“Naked,” he says one word. “Always naked in bed.”
“Is this part of the agreement?” I ask and just look at him. When he came into the restaurant, I was shocked but excited to see him, then my happiness in seeing him went out the window when he kissed me. I was shocked that he would just put it out there, and then I was angry that he did it without taking into account how I felt. The minute it happened, I heard Manning gasp out loud and knew he would have questions.
“I just added it,” he says, dropping the towel around his waist. “So naked.”
My eyes go to his cock that is slowly waking up for a round two, or actually round three if you count the shower. “What are we going to tell everyone who asks about when this started?”
“The truth,” he says, getting into the bed under the covers. He comes over to me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Now why do you still have clothes on?” His hand goes to my breast as he pulls down the strap and takes one nipple in his mouth.
“I can’t concentrate when your mouth is on me,” I say, my eyes looking down while he pushes the other side down and the straps snap. “You just ruined my tank top.”
“Hmm …” he moans, biting down on my nipple. “That’s your fault.”
“Really?” I say, and he takes his time showing me why it’s best for me to go to bed naked.
* * *
“I can get used to this,” I say when he comes into the room, holding a cup of coffee for me.
“Well, I aim to please,” he says, sitting in the chair and looking up at the television. “She is a firecracker in bed, and she watches sports news in the morning,” he says, bringing the cup to his lips. “You’re right, you are a great catch.”
I shake my head and continue my run while he watches the television. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck you on your treadmill,” he says once I stop running and I’m drinking water. I suddenly choke and start coughing. “If you think your ass looks good in a dress, you should see that bounce when you run.”
“Good to know you approve,” I say, trying to catch my breath. He groans, his hand covering his cock.
“Actually, if you bend over right now.” He gets up, coming to me. “I can see if your ass can bounce like that when I slam into you.”
My mouth hangs open. “I’m sweaty.” I look down at myself. “And not just the little sweat from sex,” I say. He leans into me, and I duck out of the way. “No.” I shake my head. “We can see if my ass bounces tonight.”