Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Positive,” he says. It comes out as a growl.
“But how do you know?”
His eyes narrow, and he stares at me with heat and desire. “Because I do,” he says, answering it in a defiant, but crystal clear way. Then, with his gaze locked on me, he adds, “Because I told her I wanted to. Because I said I wasn’t pretending then. Because we talked and both admitted it was us kissing, us wanting, us connecting.”
It’s said with such passion that I can feel our practice dates all over again, in the form of flutters racing up and down my chest, settling in my core, heating me up.
“It was us,” I say, caught up in the intensity of his admission. “Just us.”
Sadie’s waving a hand in front of her face. “Well, that clears it up, and I suspect we’re going to need to sign off for now since Monroe and Juliet look like they’re about to kick me out of the studio so they can break in this table.”
That breaks us out of our lust tractor beam. I shake off the fog of hormones. Monroe drags a hand through his hair, like he’s trying to clear off a cloud of lust too. “Sounds like we were practice dating as us, after all,” he says.
Sadie smiles like I told you so. “That’s what I was saying.”
Monroe might have started each date pretending to be someone else, but with each one, we learned how to be together. We learned about each other. I’m not sure I saw it that way at the time, but looking back, we were dating each other all along.
“Let’s keep practicing,” I say.
“We will.”
Thirty minutes later, we practice something else entirely in my bedroom. “Deeper,” I urge.
My man drives into me, filling me so much, so fantastically that I arch my back. Pleasure ripples through me, stretching to the ends of me.
And, pleasure radiates in him too. I can tell from his sounds, his breath, and from the view. I’m gazing at the ceiling in my bedroom, where my very handy man indeed installed a mirror earlier this week.
That ass.
That back.
Those legs.
Those shoulders.
Monroe’s body moves and pulses as he rocks into me, hips swiveling, then as he eases out, pauses, and…I moan a carnal, wild yes.
The sight of his ass muscles bunching as he thrusts into me are driving me wild. Sending me spinning. “Again,” I cry out.
“Yeah? Like this?” he asks, a rhetorical question as he pumps into me, hitting that spot inside me again and again.
My toes curl.
My stomach clenches.
And my mind lights up. I’m watching him fucking me and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. This view of my guy. This view of him taking me, owning me, pleasing me.
I get it now—why mirrors are such a thing.
I’ve unlocked a new kink. “I love,” I gasp out, my words bitten off by a wild cry ripped from deep inside me as my clit sings from the pleasure pressing down on me…
“You love what?” he prompts as he fucks me deep.
Words are hard. Thoughts are hard. My body is buzzing, my cells are pulsing. I’m close, so close. “I love watching us,” I finally manage to say. “I just love…watching us.”
This is my true new kink. My eyes wide open, enjoying the view of the man I love, taking me far into the night.
Another pump, another thrust, and my vision blurs and I spiral into the bliss of this love, this passion, this man.
In seconds, he’s coming too, hard and loud, just the way I like it.
Later, we’re lying in bed, cleaned up and sated, and he takes my hand. “Maybe we were practicing as us all along. I don’t think I knew it for a while. Or that I wanted to admit it even when I did realize. But now I do, and you know what they say?”
He turns to face me, eyes expectant.
“Practice makes perfect?”
He nuzzles my neck. “Yep.”
Someone else nuzzles my hair. Then purrs loudly, like an engine rumbling down the highway. I reach a hand up to scratch Mustache’s chin. “I know you missed me.”
My cat rubs his head against mine, answering yes in his own way.
Monroe scratches the feline’s chin.
Yeah, I think I’ll keep them both.
I have an hour before we hit the road a few weeks later, so I walk with Fable to Elodie’s in Hayes Valley, catching up on her latest news along the way. Dating news.
“He’s pretty fun,” she says of a new guy she’s started seeing. His name is Brady, and he’s a stock broker. But there’s some hesitation in her voice. I wonder if she can hear it too as she tells me more about him. “He’s just one of those people who likes everyone,” she adds but the report doesn’t sound entirely great for some reason I can’t quite put my finger on.