Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
And, sure enough, we’re not twenty minutes into Ferris Bueller’s Day Off before Hunter is getting off inside me. I’m on top this time and the attention he gives to my nipples as I rock on him is top tier.
So top tier, I come even harder than I did in his living room, so hard I have no memory of falling asleep. I simply come myself unconscious and wake up near midnight, snuggled against Hunter in the little spoon position, feeling riskily safe and adored.
nine
HUNTER
I no longer have to work for a living—I’ve been independently wealthy for most of the past decade—but I enjoy my job. The thrill of the financial kill never gets old, but being cooped up in an office certainly does.
I rarely work a full day anymore, but I do work almost every day, and I can’t remember the last time I took off on a Thursday. Thursday is a day when things happen, when everyone’s pushing to finish business before the weekend.
But I have no problem calling to let my assistant know that I’m taking an extra day off, this morning. Elaina is a handful and can’t be trusted to follow directions without clear and explicitly-outlined boundaries.
Or so I tell myself as I wake her with a cup of coffee, telling her to get dressed for a tour of the neighborhood.
“A tour,” she murmurs, blinking sleepily as I open the drapes, revealing the sun-drenched city below. “Sounds fun. Will there be snacks?”
“I will feed you, yes, but this isn’t for fun,” I say. “It’s to make sure you stay away from places where you might be seen by someone we know. Weaver and Anthony don’t come to this neck of the woods often, but when they do, they’ll be passing within a few blocks of the building to head to meetings and the like. Therefore, you will need to make sure you stay away from those areas.”
She gives a little salute. “Sir, yes, sir. Ready to have no fun at all, sir.”
Despite my promise not to fall under this woman’s flirtatious spell, I find my lips curving as I say, “Fine. Tiny amount of fun. But then, right back to the grindstone for you.”
“The grindstone… Is that what they’re calling it these days?” She grins at me over the rim of her mug, and I can’t help but laugh. She takes a sip, humming as she swallows. “This is delicious. You make a mean cup of coffee, drill sergeant.”
“Thanks,” I say. “One of my many hidden talents.”
Her brown eyes dance with trouble. “In addition to knowing exactly how to grind your stone?”
“Damn straight,” I say, my voice huskier. I’m tempted to grind her stone right now, before she has a chance to put on pants. But if we start up again, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get out of bed before noon. She’s…addictive that way. “Up and at ‘em, Murphy. You’re burning daylight.”
She salutes again before rolling out of bed, coffee still in hand. I’m treated to a tempting flash of her ass as her silk shorts ride up in the back on my way out, a fact that has me hard by the time I reach the kitchen.
This woman…
She does things to me.
Things the grueling summer heat will hopefully tamp down as we walk the city streets.
Thirty minutes later, the sun is indeed beating down on our heads without mercy as I guide Elaina up Eighty-Second Street, doing my best to ignore how good she looks in her vintage sundress.
The pale, yellow cotton hugs her curves in a way that’s almost obscene. I’ve already caught three different men giving themselves whiplash as they wheeled their heads around to get a better look at her ass.
Not that I blame them.
That ass is a work of art.
But that doesn’t stop the caveman urge to punch them from rising in my chest. I glare at the last one with such menace, that when he finally rips his gaze from Elaina’s body long enough to realize he’s been caught, he flinches like I’ve struck him.
He lifts a hand in a silent show of surrender, keeping his gaze on the pavement as he gives us a wide berth.
Elaina chuckles as she murmurs, “Where were you when I was seventeen and creepy old men used to follow me around the theme park?”
“I was thirty-three and staying far away from teen girls,” I say, the reminder of our age gap enough to make me feel slightly ashamed of myself for how often I’ve thought about being inside her this morning. But only slightly… “When you come out by yourself, please wear something less conspicuous.”
She hums thoughtfully. “And why would I want to do that? I’m not afraid of creepy old men anymore.” She casts a flirty glance my way beneath her lashes. “I actually like some of them.”