Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I snorted. “We’re nowhere near that point.”
“But you will be,” Garnett disagreed. “You will be.”
When I looked over at Hot Cop, he was staring at me with an amused look on his face.
He wasn’t denying his mother’s words, either.
Which only intrigued me more.
The man was overly sexy, had a great job, was nice and protective.
I hadn’t found a single thing wrong with him yet.
Which was pretty impressive seeing as I liked to pick apart my dates to the point where I practically created things wrong with them.
But Hot Cop? There was just something about him. He wasn’t perfect. I was sure of that. Yet none of the overhanded things he’d done so far had pissed me off.
What was up with that?
“I’m going to throw up,” I admitted two hours later as we drove to a Home Goods for a few extra essentials for Quaid’s place.
We’d been and gone from his house, and the moment I was there, I was already shaking my head and saying we needed to get more stuff, pronto.
I had no problem making do for however long I needed to, but I couldn’t share a towel with Quaid. The man had one and only one towel, and though I wouldn’t mind sharing a lot of things with the man, a towel wasn’t absorbent enough for two.
Oh, and he wasn’t lying about his dishes or cooking utensils.
The worst, though, was his lack of blinds or curtains.
The moment we dropped my bag off inside, we’d turned right around to head here.
Despite my overly filled belly.
“You ate three pancakes, a chocolate chip cookie, a blueberry muffin, half a honey scone, a macaroon, and bits and pieces of everything else my brothers had. I’m surprised I didn’t have to roll you out to the car.” He laughed.
I flipped him off, and he parked.
When I would’ve gotten out myself, he said, “Wait for me.”
Tingles and excitement danced in my belly as he rounded the hood of his truck, last year’s model of a Ford F-250 according to him, and headed to my side.
His head seemed to be on a swivel as he took everything in, making me feel even more inadequate at protecting myself.
Once inside, he kept more of an eye on the people around me than the stuff I was putting into his cart.
“This or this?” I asked him as I held up a set of blinds for him to choose from.
It was, after all, his place.
“What’s the difference?” he asked.
“These go up by just pulling the blinds up by hand,” I explained. “These you still have those little strings that always seem to get tangled up in everything.”
“No strings,” he said. “Do you think it’s completely necessary to have them?”
I tilted my head. “Your brother lives across the street, right?”
He nodded, his green eyes studying my face, and wondering where I was going with this.
“And what if we—err, or someone else with you, eventually—start to get busy in the living room. And it’s dark outside, and there are lights on inside, and you have no blinds?” I paint the picture for him. “Do you care if they see?”
His eyes darkened. “You mean, what if I fuck the hell out of you in my living room, and I want to keep it a bit more private than sharing you with the world?”
“I just said that,” I said, cheeks on fire.
“I don’t mind people seeing, but only when I want them to see,” he whispered against my ear, making shivers track down my spine. “Get the ones without strings.”
We got twenty-eight sets of blinds, and curtains for the large windows in his living room that wouldn’t allow for anything but custom-made blinds.
By the time we were getting toilet brushes and toilet paper holders, I was a burning mess of need.
And he knew it.
The best thing about having a penis is sharing it with people who don’t.
—Quaid to Ellodie
QUAID
I could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife.
By the time she was asking me which toilet brush I wanted, I couldn’t take it anymore.
Pulling out the ones that looked like they could be fancy yet still useful, I tossed them into the cart, then caught her hand and the cart’s handle and started to guide us away.
“Hey, there’s still paper towel dispensers!”
I left the cart at the end of the aisle and said, “We’ll have to come back.”
I guided her out of the Home Goods and into the mall, unsurprised to find it a whole lot busier than where we just were.
“Where are we going?” she whispered furiously as she tried to keep up with my long stride.
I reluctantly slowed down, even though I wanted to do anything but.
“To a place that I can get you alone for a few minutes,” I admitted openly.
She closed her mouth with a snap and sped up right along with me.