Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
She set her phone back on the table, laughing. “Whew. Nothing like a bit of foreplay in the flesh to get the blood going.”
She was not kidding.
It took every ounce of self-control I had not to rise from that chair at the restaurant and float out after him; follow him home and straight to the bedroom.
This isn’t about sex, but the sex is exciting, and I want more of it now that I’ve had a taste.
Nothing wrong with that.
Duke is like the cake I wouldn’t let him eat when he first got here; out of my reach and offered just a little taste.
My hands grip the wheel all the way back to the house, and when I get there, I’m greeted by the sight of the glowing upstairs light of my bedroom.
I shiver.
That’s him, waiting.
Have I ever had a man wait for me?
No.
Have I ever had a man travel cross-country to apologize?
No.
Then again, I’ve never in my life had one sneak out before daylight with barely a farewell. Certainly never had one leave a stack of cash—both were a first. Both really unpleasant.
I’m no fool. I know he’s the kind of guy who is going to fuck up on a regular basis because he’s young and impulsive and says the dumbest shit, but his heart?
Lord, his heart.
He’s got a good one. I have no doubts about that.
I set the keys by my flowers on the counter next to the door when I step inside. Locking the back door behind me, I turn off the porch light.
The house is eerily quiet.
So quiet, I tiptoe up the stairs, thinking I’m being extra sneaky; maybe he doesn’t know I’m home yet, and I’ll catch him off guard.
It’s been days and days since I’ve given Duke a good scare, and he deserves one.
When I’m at the top of the stairs in front of my bedroom door, I begin unzipping my shirt in the back, prepared to peel it over my head and toss it to the floor super sexy like.
I half expect Duke and his hot, naked body to be propped up on a few pillows to greet me, waiting to go down on me to show his appreciation. I don’t want to be as bold as to say I deserve it but—
I kind of do.
Oh relax, I’ll return the favor…
Shirt untucked, my lips curve into a smile when I enter the room, eyes homing in on the man who shocked my entire group of friends by crashing our girls’ night out in a Jerry Maguire-style apology.
Sort of a grand gesture if I’ve ever seen one.
Duke is tucked beneath the covers, only the top half of his torso revealed, his bare chest slowly moving up and down.
Tan chest sprinkled with hair.
Thick arms, one hand tucked under his chin as he…
Sleeps.
Seriously?
He fell asleep?
It’s not even ten o’clock!
Kicking off my shoes and setting them near the closet, I climb onto the bed on hands and knees, leaning over to kiss him on the forehead, gauging to see if he’ll stir.
He doesn’t.
In fact, he begins to snore like a hibernating bear, and I’d feel like an asshole for waking him up just to tell him I’m home.
Ugh.
I climb back off the bed so I can go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and remove my makeup. After taking everything off, I return to bed, hitting the lights before climbing under the covers.
Snuggling next to Duke, I close my eyes and fall fast asleep.
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duke
There’s an ass pressing into my cock and my cock likes it.
Warm.
Soft.
Hips.
Mmm.
I inch forward, pulling Posey into me, and discover her naked before spooning her.
“Am I dreamin’?” I mutter into the back of her neck, nuzzling behind her ear, dick harder by the second.
Fuck, she smells good.
I dreamed about her all night, falling asleep when she didn’t come home right away; I’d half expected her to walk in the door soon after I did. Thought maybe she’d blow off her friends so we could have more time alone together.
Posey did not.
Gotta respect that.
Made the wait even better.
Well, it was better until I passed the fuck out. Ha.
I’m wide awake now and ready to make up for lost time, my hands running along the soft flesh of her hips, trailing my fingers up her rib cage.
Side boob.
As I cup her breasts, she slowly stirs.
She moans when I run my thumb back and forth over her nipple, again and again until it’s as hard as a tiny pebble.
Fucking gorgeous.
Nothing sexier than a naked woman in the morning, thinking with her body and primal instincts to begin the day.
I could lie like this for a long time; I would quit my job right now and make a living out of spooning this woman if I had to make a choice. Literally, if Elias Cohen stormed through the door to this bedroom right now and demanded I choose between lying in bed with a naked woman—this particular naked woman—and my football career, I reckon I might decide to stay in this bed all dang day!