Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Yeah, okay.”
“I finger-fucked your cunt. No reason to get all uptight and weird about it.”
Well, that didn’t help me relax. “Thanks. That’s very helpful,” I said sarcastically.
He chuckled into his cup. “I’m nothing if not helpful.”
Rolling my eyes, I stepped around him and took a cup out of the cabinet. I needed caffeine. It would clear my head. Possibly. Probably not. But I still needed it.
“I need to go into the office today. Sign some things, make sure it’s all running smooth,” he told me.
“All right,” I replied, not relishing the idea of being here alone. I wished Slash were here.
“After breakfast, I’ll need a shower and help getting dressed.”
I nodded. I could help him get dressed. At least, I wouldn’t have his body on display then, confusing me.
“You can take your shower with me since you’ll probably get wet while helping me,” he continued.
I froze. What had he said? Slowly, I turned to look at him. The amused twinkle in his eye wasn’t funny. Was he teasing me?
“You want me to help you shower?” I asked.
“Can’t do it alone,” he said. “Bullet wound, remember?”
Nope. No way. I could not do that. Could I?
“What…what about Ransom? Couldn’t he come over and—”
“Snow, I’ve had my fingers in your cunt. I think you can help me wash myself.”
Right.
Um…
“I’ll be real cooperative,” he drawled, then winked at me before taking another drink.
Fine, okay. I could help him. But I wasn’t taking a shower with him. I had to draw a line somewhere and stay behind it.
Forty-Two
Hale
Getting Bay to loosen up during breakfast hadn’t been easy, but I’d managed. Not talking about her cunt anymore seemed to do the trick. I’d even gotten her to smile a few times. She was going to have to be eased into what I wanted from her. Which was a challenge I wasn’t used to, but challenge fucking accepted.
“Still against showering with me?” I asked her as we walked into my bedroom.
“Yes.”
“You’ll find my shower is a lot roomier than the one you’ve been using. Mine has hydrotherapy body jets, a built-in steam generator, and a rain showerhead.”
“You sound like a commercial,” she quipped.
I wouldn’t push it. She would come around. I’d never been turned down by a woman yet. Snow wasn’t about to be my first fail.
“All right, suit yourself,” I drawled, glancing at the unmade bed as a grin tugged at my lips, thinking about this morning.
She hadn’t fought me off real damn hard on that. I’d get her in the shower soon enough.
As we stepped into the bathroom, the lights came on, illuminating the shower she was so against. The damn thing had cost more than most people’s cars. She had no idea what she was missing. Not that I could enjoy the jets with this damn gunshot wound, but the rain shower and steam were nice.
“Gonna need help with the sweats,” I told her.
She remained frozen, staring at me wide-eyed. Damn, this was going to be fun.
“I can’t take them off on my own,” I reminded her.
Bay cut her eyes to the shower. “Uh, shouldn’t I turn the shower on first?”
“You’ll never figure it out without my help. It’s complicated. And I don’t want to get my clothes wet…sweats, darlin’.”
I watched as she nervously chewed on her bottom lip, then nodded, straightening her shoulders before taking a step toward me. It was as if she were walking to her execution. My naked body wasn’t bad. In fact, I worked hard to keep it fit. But I had a feeling she knew that. It was the intimacy of the act that was bothering her.
How many men had she fucked? Her tight pussy and shy reaction to something as simple as undressing a man were making me think her body count was low. But just how low?
When she stopped in front of me, she stared down at the waist of my sweatpants, then glanced up at me. I reached inside and pulled out the drawstring.
“Gotta loosen this first,” I informed her, although I was capable of doing it. Just like if I really wanted to, I could get the sweats off. Once they were loosened, they’d fall down easily enough. But why deprive myself of this opportunity?
Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath, then began to untie them. Once she was done, she hesitated before pinching the fabric on my hips and tugging. They easily slid to my ankles while she gasped and took a step back.
“You-you’re not wearing underwear,” she stammered.
“One less thing you gotta take off,” I replied.
I stepped out of the sweats pooled at my feet. For a moment, she stared at my cock, which had already been stiffening with her so damn close but was growing in size with the attention. That took her a second to realize before she snapped her eyes closed and spun around to face the wall.