Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“That’s pretty damn specific.”
She shrugged. “I like details.”
“How about the detail on the location of that earmarked condom?”
With her full bottom lip snagged between teeth, she lifted a finger and two seconds later was gone.
He blinked.
Someone acted extremely enthusiastic about having sex with him again. Maybe she was the one needing the therapist.
Within a minute, she was barreling back through the door and shutting it behind her. She carried a large purse that was brown and tan and had some sort of gold symbol printed all over it.
Whatever designer it was, Nox had a feeling that accessory cost almost as much as his Harley.
“While you were out there, did you lock the door to the meeting room?”
“No,” she answered with her head down as she dug through that overpriced bag. “It would be futile since the janitor has the key.”
“Does the closet door have a lock?”
“Not that I saw,” she murmured, still digging.
How much shit did she have in there? He didn’t want to know.
Every time Jackie had handed him her purse to hold, it almost strained his arm. A woman could probably survive a month lost in the wilderness as long as they had their purse.
Glancing at the door, he noticed no lock, so he grabbed the easiest tool to keep people from walking in on them. He jammed a folding chair under the doorknob.
“Smart.” When he turned, she was holding up a foil wrapper in her hand. “See? Just like a Girl Scout. I came prepared.”
“But you didn’t think I was ever coming back to group.”
She lifted her eyebrows in answer.
This woman was too damn smart, as well as intuitive. “You knew I would.”
“I’ve been doing this for a while, Nox.”
“So, you figured I’d come back. But did you really plan on having sex in the closet?”
“Look, stop asking questions and just be happy that I thought ahead.” She shook her head and placed her purse next to his hat.
“You planned on using that with me?”
“I sure as hell didn’t plan on boinking some random guy on the street.”
“Boinking?”
“Do you need to look that up?”
This woman. “No. I know what it means.” She probably picked that term up from her kids, too.
“Good. Then let’s boink. But I have one requirement first…”
He braced, unsure what the hell was going to come out of her mouth next.
“We’re not doing it standing up again.”
“We’re not?” Was there a cot in the closet that he didn’t know about?
She shook her head and grabbed one of the metal chairs, unfolded it and set it in the center of what little empty floor space existed in the storage area. She pointed to the seat. “Pants down and sit.”
His mouth gaped for a second before he snapped back into his former military self. “Yes, ma’am!”
“So, you do know how to take orders…”
“Of course I know how to take orders—I’m an Army vet—but that doesn’t mean I always follow them.”
“You just gave me another piece of your puzzle.”
“That wasn’t a secret. But I’m warning you now, my puzzle does have a few missing pieces.”
“I’m good at finding them.”
He didn’t doubt that.
“You’re still standing there,” she observed.
“So are you,” he countered.
“I have nowhere to sit until you do.”
His gaze hit the chair, then flicked between the two of them. “I really don’t want to die while locked in a storage closet in a community center.”
“I’m not going to fuck you to death.”
He was impressed by how seriously she said that. “I was more worried about that chair holding us.”
She studied it. “I won’t ride the chair. I’ll only ride you.”
“I guess that’ll work.”
“No guessing needed.”
“You’ve done this before.”
“Not on a metal folding chair.”
“That’s my worry.”
“My legs are long enough that I don’t need to put all my weight on you.”
His gaze skimmed her endless legs. “That they are. Do you need to remove the skirt, or can you shimmy it up?”
“Shimmy it up over my hips? I’m going to have to remove it.” She turned and gave him her back, then only stood there. “Well?”
“Well?” he repeated.
“You want to help a girl out?” She pointed to the hidden zipper on the back of the skirt.
He jerked into motion and dug around until he found the delicate zipper tab, then pulled it down.
She turned and wiggled out of the skirt. “Heels on?”
He stood there like an idiot simply watching her.
“Nox.”
The question finally permeated his brain. “If it’s not uncomfortable for you.”
With a nod, she folded her skirt neatly and placed it next to her purse.
Her ass was fucking amazing. He wanted to lick every inch of it, as well as her legs.
“Now you.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Now you…
Nox lifted his gaze when she turned to face him again. “Me?”
She jerked her chin toward his jeans.
Apparently, seeing her undress made him stupid. Most likely because all of his brain cells had rushed into his dick along with his blood.