Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“There are other things we could do on this Saturday night,” he murmured, leaning in.
I reached over and pushed his face away from mine. “Everything is better in moderation.”
“Most things are,” he agreed. “But sex is not one of those things.”
Well.
Yeah.
“Tell me,” I said, turning to face him. “Would you work out if your muscles were sore after two back-to-back sessions?”
Theo blinked his grey-blue eyes at me. “No. I’d probably rest them for a day or so.”
“Then please extend that same courtesy to my vagina.”
“Nobody has ever asked me to extend a courtesy to their vagina before.”
“Then take this chance to do something for the first time,” I replied. “Unlike your penis, my vagina is a muscle, and muscles get sore.”
He leant in and rested his cheek against the side of my head. “Chlo. Did I hurt you?”
I paused. “Is that what you took from what I said?”
“You just said you’re sore. How else should I take it?”
Ugh. What a softie.
“Are you really worried you hurt me?” I reached up and patted his cheek. “You didn’t.”
He covered my hand with his, linking his fingers through mine, and pulled my palm down to kiss it. “Again, you said you’re sore.”
“Well… Muscles get sore when they aren’t used regularly.”
He stilled, then quickly relaxed. “I see.”
“You see? What’s that about?”
“Nothing.”
“Theo.”
“I was momentarily struck by the notion that I didn’t like the thought of you having sex with another man,” he admitted, kissing my palm again. “But if I’m understanding what you’re saying, then it’s been a while.”
Why on Earth would he be bothered by me sleeping with someone else?
“Oh? Is that so?” I asked, tilting my face towards his. “You didn’t exactly seem rusty yourself.”
“Don’t even go there. You’ve been running my life for the last ten months. You’d know if I’d been seeing anyone recently.”
“You’re not seeing me, and you slept with me.”
“The circumstances are massively different,” Theo said, releasing my hand and sitting up. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt you.”
“I promise that you didn’t. If you’re using the fact I’ve been running your life for the better part of a year as an excuse as to why you haven’t been with anyone, then what on Earth makes you think I’ve had the time to sleep with anyone?”
He paused. “That’s an excellent point. I’ll have to keep working you hard. And come up with a way to block your resignation again.”
I knocked my foot against his. “Just when you were making progress and becoming a reasonable boss.”
“I think I’m a very generous boss.”
“You would. You don’t work for you.” I laughed, opening my game. “Are you actually going to play this?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t have bought it otherwise.”
That was it.
Clearly, I’d orgasmed so hard I’d entered an alternate dimension.
“Like I said, I fell down a rabbit hole, and this game is surprisingly addictive to watch people play.”
He didn’t need to tell me that.
“Hey, Chloe?”
I paused. “What?”
“Wanna start a farm together?”
That was not a sentence I’d ever expected to hear from his mouth.
The alternate dimension theory was really starting to gain credibility, wasn’t it?
“I don’t really know how to respond to that,” I said honestly.
“Come on. I don’t know what I’m doing.” He leant against me again, using the top of my head as his own personal cheek rest. “I’m only going to bug you and ask you to teach me how to play, so you might as well play with me.”
I take back the ‘not a puppy’ thoughts.
He was totally a puppy.
A needy, whiny, touchy-feely puppy.
So, why the fuck could I not say no to him?
Was this what being whipped was? And if so, why was I the one whipped? Why was I giving in to this giant softie of a man?
I’d wanted to smack him with both a stone and a box file not that long ago.
He was turning my life upside down.
I sighed. “Fine, but you’re doing all the fishing. And I think you’ll have to download some of my mods, because I can’t play without them.”
“I can do that. Except the mods part, because I don’t know what that means. The fishing is fine. I thought that was fun.”
“Let’s see how cocky you are when you have to catch an octopus,” I muttered, moving my laptop to the side and taking his so I could start the process of adding the necessary mods to his game. “By the way, I needed to talk to you about something.”
“Hm? What’s up?”
“My aunt’s birthday is next weekend. Do you think I can go back to London for her birthday party?”
He peered over at me, reaching out to brush hair from my face. “Of course. Weekends are yours—that was the deal with this trip. Today was only an exception because of the office opening.”
That was true. I’d also been paid a very handsome overtime rate for today’s afternoon of work.