Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You are going to get me in trouble,” he said, his voice a low growl. But his hand reached around to squeeze my ass.
“I think you might like a little trouble more than you think.”
He pushed me back against a set of shelves, pinning me there. He nuzzled against my neck, giving me a gentle bite there. “I know you have no off button, but right now I really need you to press a pause button, okay?” he murmured, kissing just below my ear. “I don’t need my brother and my whole crew seeing me do a walk of shame out of your room.”
I grumbled as he moved away, immediately missing every last fucking thing about having the bulk of his body pressed up against mine.
“Fine,” I said. “Although, if it were me, I’d just walk out of here with nothing but pride. I’d fucking walk out, dick and balls swinging, bragging about having spent the night with me.”
“You’re so humble, Kace.”
“No, I’m not, and I never will be.” I winked at him.
“Pants. Pants. I need you to find me a pair of pants to wear,” he protested, his eyes wide.
“Sure. Right. Easy,” I said. “This section over here is all pants.”
I led him around one corner to the area where I had endless shelves of pants.
“These are all sweatpants or shorts,” Nathan said, panic slowly settling on his face again. “Don’t you ever wear jeans?”
I bit my lower lip. “Sometimes,” I said. “But not that often. Wait, here.”
I pulled open a drawer and took out a pair of jeans, handing them over to him. “Boxers?” he asked meekly.
“Right. Here,” I said, walking over to another drawer and sliding it open.
Nathan looked at the offerings, his eyes wide. “Do you only wear neon underwear? What the fuck?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “They’re not all neon. Neon just looks good in photos, and I love taking pictures in my underwear. Here. These are black and white.”
I held up a pair that was printed with a loud checkerboard pattern.
Nathan shook his head, but I saw a small smile appearing on his face as he took them from me. He tugged on my boxer briefs, which he looked a little silly in but also very hot, and then he pulled the jeans.
“A little loose,” he said. “God, how muscular are your waist and ass that you need these?”
“I’m all muscle with a smile on top, baby,” I said, smacking my own ass, which was still bare naked.
Nathan rolled his eyes, but he was laughing now, too. “Give me a belt and some sneakers and we’ll be fine.”
I found him a belt and we regrouped outside the closet after I’d tugged on a pair of athletic shorts. My Nike sneakers were a size too big on him, but we were going to have to make do until Nathan could get out into the living room where he’d left his shoes and make the swap.
“How the hell do we get out of this room without it seeming like I slept in your bed last night?” Nathan asked.
I reached a hand up and smoothed out his hair. “Walk out onto the balcony,” I said. “Go down the outdoor stairs into the yard and come in the back doors. It’ll look like you were just already here, out surveying the property.”
“Good. Great. Okay. We can do this.”
I gave him a long look. “I mean, if it were up to me, I’d just say we both walk out there naked and let ‘em all see it. But I want you to be comfortable.”
He took a deep breath. “I’m so scatterbrained I can’t even think straight right now,” he said. “Let’s just break ground on the guest house today.”
“Just like I broke ground in your mouth last night? Got it.”
“Hate you,” he murmured, but his eyes drifted to my lips, and I loved it.
“No you don’t.”
He clicked his tongue. “Now I have to hide my erection on top of also hiding the fact that I’ve been here all night.”
I grinned wickedly. “Glad I’m not the only one who’s hard from that. Now get out of here.”
Vivienne was waiting in the kitchen when I got there, tapping away at her phone. Benny was already whizzing up a protein smoothie for me at the other side of the room, and the sun was shining through the glass windows from the backyard, bathing the kitchen in pure morning light.
I really did love my house in moments like these.
“Morning, superstars,” I said, tapping my knuckles twice on the countertop.
“There you are. Surprised you’re alone,” Vivienne said, flashing me a smile. “Been a while since you took that long to wake up. I thought you were going to come out of there with that French soccer player again.”
I shook my head. “I made a corny joke about French toast once with him and I haven’t seen him since. Viv, you said the construction guys are here, right?”