Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Did you finish packing?” she asked.
“I packed my guitar. Do I need anything else?”
I was joking, but she was not amused. We were on a flight this afternoon to L.A., where I’d meet up with Stella and shoot the music video for ‘Power.’ It’d be the first single, and the hope was Stella’s accompaniment would launch my debut record.
Erika’s voice turned seductive. “Well, as much as I like seeing you perform naked, you can’t. That show’s only for me.”
She strolled to me and stroked a hand over my bare bicep. Just her touch made lust coil in my body, which was a problem. My gym shorts did fuck-all to conceal a boner.
“Yes, I’m packed,” I said. It’d been easy because I’d barely finished moving into my new apartment and was sort of living out of a suitcase anyway. I spent a lot of nights at her place.
Last night, we’d fucked in her hot tub, the steam rising from our bodies into the cold winter air. Afterward, I’d tossed some shock into the water out of habit. She’d hired a new guy to take over maintaining her pool and spa, but he was married and in his late fifties, and she said she’d make sure she’d keep his schedule in mind whenever she got the urge to sunbathe topless.
“So, what you’re saying is,” she drawled, “you don’t need to rush home.”
Had my session not been enough for her? My tone was skeptical. “You want to work out some more?”
A sexy smile burned across her lips. “Kind of.”
Oh.
Well, I was down. I was always down with her. Since no one else was in the HITT room, I put my hand on her ass and squeezed until her eyes lidded with desire. My voice was low. “What’d you have in mind?”
I was expecting her to invite me back to her place, but I wasn’t thinking big enough. My girl was full of surprises.
“I’m thinking about the time you kissed me against the mirror.” She pushed her hands up under my shirt, setting her warm palms against my chest. “How we both wanted to do more, but didn’t have time.”
My laugh was sinful and my voice full of sex. “We got time now.”
“So,” her fingertips trailed along my abdominals, tracing every inch, “if I asked you to fuck me in the dressing room, what would you say?”
I grinned. “I’d say yes, ma’am.”
I’d always say yes to her.
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