Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
He slams against me, bodies slapping, hands gripping, cock filling me. It’s incredible and when he finds his release, I wish we could start all over again just to experience it one more time.
“You know,” I say, leaning back so I can look into his eyes, “I could just stay here, considering I don’t have a home anymore.”
“Bold,” he murmurs, grinning. “What makes you think I want you here full time? You leave a lot of hair in my shower.”
“Hey, I can’t help that I was born with an extra gene that produces a shit load of hair. We could get talking about your ability not to hang a towel when you’re done.”
“I don’t like usin’ towels twice.”
I roll my eyes. “Men. You’ll work in a messy garage, fuck anything with a vagina, but you won’t use a towel twice.”
“I wipe my balls with that.”
I laugh. “Well, in that case, those are pretty nasty...”
He nips at my neck. “We work together.”
“Are you threatened by the fact that not only am I a better mechanic than you, but I’m also an incredible cook?”
“Babe, hate to break it to you, but I’ve tasted your cooking and a three-year-old with a blindfold on could whip out a better dish.”
I slap his arm. “You tried it once, and I was drunk.”
He grins. “Still bad.”
“Fine, we can agree to disagree. But, what about this, I’m wild in bed and you want that all the time, don’t you?”
“Hmmm,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine. “I could get used to it.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“I think you’re invitin’ yourself in, even if I don’t want you here.”
“But you do want me here.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, babe, I do.”
“Then it’s a deal. My god, I can’t wait. I have big ideas for some new furniture.”
“Wait a fuckin’ second,” he calls as I leap off the kitchen counter and begin getting dressed, “Nobody said anythin’ about fuckin’ new furniture.”
“Your sofa has holes in it.”
“It’s fuckin’ comfortable.”
“Your bed has had a lot of vagina rolling around on its sheets, at least let me get a new set.”
He grunts. “One sheet set, that’s it.”
“And a new sofa?”
“Nope.”
“What about a nice cover for the sofa?”
“Nope.”
“Some throws?”
“Babe. Nope.”
“Ugh, fine, I’ll sit on your holey sofa forever then.”
I cross my arms and he grins, walking over and pulling me into him. “You’re fuckin’ cute when you’re mad.”
“Oh honey, you have no idea. But there’s no backing out now. You’re stuck with me.”
“Fuck. Lucky me.”
Lucky him, indeed.
THE END