Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Laughter rumbled in his chest. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Actually, I really should learn how. Maybe I can do it while the kids are gone.”
“Don’t bother. Your pussy is my new favorite meal.”
My lady parts experienced an aftershock. “Then you will be well-fed while they’re away.”
“Good.” He put his arms around me and stroked my back, his fingers trailing up and down my spine.
I sighed contentedly, my eyes drifting closed, surprised at how comfortable and easy this felt. Wasn’t this kind of intimacy supposed to take more time? It was hard to believe we were the same two people who’d met on his porch that day.
I picked up my head and looked down at him. “What did you think of me the day we met?”
“I thought you were missing a few marbles.”
I laughed and swatted his chest. “Be serious.”
“I am. Veronica, you knocked on my front door wearing a wedding dress.”
“I know, but . . . did you at least think I was cute?”
He smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear. “I thought you were gorgeous. But that wasn’t enough to make me want to hire you. In fact, that made your chances worse.”
“Why?”
“Because the last thing I wanted to do was hire someone I was attracted to.”
“You were attracted to me? That very first day?” I was giddy at the thought. “But you were so grouchy during the interview! You looked at me like I was a stain on the carpet.”
“Because I didn’t want you around all the time. I didn’t trust myself.”
I gave him a slow, sly grin. “Then I seduced you in the dark and it was all over.”
“Actually, I think it was the yoga shorts the next day.”
I laughed. “That’s right. You were spying on me.”
“I wasn’t spying!” He flipped me onto my back and pinned my wrists to the mattress. “You were right there on my back lawn, and I happened to see you out the window. Was that a strategic move on your part?”
“No.” I giggled. “Although now that I know you like my yoga clothes, maybe I’ll walk around in them all the time.”
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare. I’ll never get anything done.”
“I might have to,” I said seriously. “It’s not like I have a lot of options in my closet.”
He was silent a moment. “I’m sorry again about today.”
“Don’t be. Maybe getting new clothes is part of starting over.”
“I still feel bad.”
“I bet you can find a way to make it up to me.”
He buried his face in my neck and inhaled. “Mmm. I’m thinking of several.”
“How about shopping?”
“No.” He kissed his way down my chest. “My ways don’t involve clothing at all. But they do involve you screaming my name some more.”
Against my leg, I felt his cock jumping to life again. “Already?”
“Listen, I already warned you that I don’t plan on wasting any time,” he said, circling my nipple with his tongue. “So am I still the boss this week even though the kids are gone and you’re not technically the nanny?”
“Definitely.” I wrapped my legs around him. “What can I do for you, sir?”
“I have a list,” he said.
I laughed as he tickled my ribs with his chin. “I bet you do.”
SEVENTEEN
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The last thing I wanted to do Monday morning was get out of bed and go to work.
Not only had I been up until almost two a.m., but Veronica was still asleep beside me, warm and beautiful and smelling like cupcakes fresh from the oven. I hoped that scent would stay on me all day.
I opened my eyes a few minutes before seven, which was the time my alarm normally buzzed, and quickly switched it off so it wouldn’t wake her. Then I curled my body around hers like a question mark, pulling the covers up to our shoulders, slipping my arm around her waist.
“Mmmm.” She hugged my arms closer to her. “This is nice.”
“I know.” I tucked my knees behind hers and pressed my morning hard-on against her ass. “So nice I’m thinking about calling in sick.”
“Do it.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because my dad needs me. We have to finish the cabinetry in someone’s kitchen by this afternoon, and it’s not something he can do alone.” I kissed her shoulder. “What will you do today?”
“I’ve decided I’m going to learn to cook while the kids are gone. Maybe I’ll do that today.”
I laughed. “That might be more than a one-day project.”
“I’m a fast learner. When you come home tonight, there might be a rack of lamb waiting for you. Or beef bourguignon. Or coq au vin!”
“I don’t even know what that is,” I confessed.
“Me neither. But it sounds impressive.” She tapped my arm. “I want to impress you.”
“Believe me. You have.”
“Really?” She sounded surprised. “Like how?”
“Well, for one thing, you’re awesome with the kids and they love you. I was thinking last week how everything you said at your interview turned out to be true—you memorize routines fast, you work hard, you make everything fun, and you’re teaching the kids things that I could never teach them.”