Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I stop him with a hand to his forearm. “I did spend the night sitting on the cock of someone who loves cats.”
“I do recall you crawling onto me around two this morning to ride me.”
I laugh. “For the record, I’m not sleeping with anyone else right now either.”
The smile that begins on his mouth reaches his eyes. “Good to know.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Donovan
“You were lying about the book, right?” I question Delia as I walk her to the front door of my home. “The neighbor didn’t do it, did he?”
She looks up at me, studying my face. “Do I strike you as the type of person who would ruin a surprise or reveal a secret?”
“No,” I answer swiftly. “You have yet to confirm that you hid on that ledge on Clever’s disappearing assistant box.”
“He started following me on two of my social media accounts yesterday.” She sighs.
“Did you follow him back?” Jealousy edges my tone but I don’t give two shits.
“Do you really care if I did?”
I take her chin in my hand, tilting her head up so I can look into her eyes. “You’re answering every question of mine with one of your own.”
“Indeed I am,” she responds. “That’s what a degree in behavioral science will get you. You learn when to ask the right questions.”
I laugh. “And when to not answer questions?”
“Correct.”
I kiss her softly on the lips. “What other degrees do you have?”
“A few,” she says like none of them are that big of a deal. “There’s the one I recently earned in sexuality studies.”
That perks not only my interest, but my cock. It stirs inside my pants. “Go on.”
“It’s a fascinating field.” Her entire face beams bright with a wide smile. “Understanding what makes us all want the things we do is so enlightening. It’s helped give me so much insight into sex and love.”
I want more insight into sex and love, too, especially love since I’ve never experienced it before. I don’t need a degree to tell me I’m falling in love with her now.
“My first degree was in teaching,” she confesses. “I earned that one at the very young age of twenty-one.”
“You’re fucking fascinating.” I cup her face in my hands. “You’re the most fascinating person I’ve ever known.”
“Do you know a lot of people?” she asks, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Or more animals than people?”
“Both.”
“Speaking of which…” Her voice trails as she leans up to kiss me. “We need to go so you can get to work and I can finally change my clothes.”
“You’ll let me know when I can cook dinner for you?”
“I will.” She nods. “You’ll let me know when you find out how that novel ends?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I trust that you didn’t ruin it for me, so I’ll read you a few chapters while we lounge in bed the next time I see you.”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too.” I kiss her one last time. “I’ll order you a rideshare.”
“I’m going to walk for a bit.” She looks toward the door. “The city is still a little quiet and I do love the park.”
“Be safe, Delia.”
“Always,” she whispers. “You too, Donovan. Don’t get bit today by any animals or their humans.”
I laugh. “I’m looking at the only human who is allowed to bite me. Not my cock mind you, but my shoulder is fair game. You already know that.”
She taps the middle of my chest in a tame slap. “You were drilling your big cock into me so hard I had to bear down. It’s not my fault your shoulder was in biting distance.”
“I’m not complaining.” I hold her hand in place so she can feel the beat of my heart. “I consider the marks you left a reminder of what I have to look forward to the next time I see you.”
The sound of my phone ringing sends her gaze to my suit jacket. “You’re needed, Dr. Hunt.”
I slide it out to see the clinic’s overnight answering service is calling. That can only mean one thing. I’m going to need to tend to a patient before we officially open.
“I’ll leave you to it.” She opens the door to my home and the pinkish-orange glow of the morning sunrise floods in. “Have a great day.”
I kiss her again in response before she skips down the concrete steps and sets off on foot.
Four hours later I walk into the break room of the clinic and I’m instantly assaulted with words I do not want to hear.
“Delia is thinking about heading back to Portugal,” Matt tells Matilda.
“She was there late last year, right?” she asks, tilting her head. “For a few weeks.”
“Months,” he corrects her. “She went to see a friend. I have a feeling she’s going back soon.”
I was following her online when she took that trip. She didn’t post much while she was there, but there were enough photos of her with a woman named Zelle for me to know that a man wasn’t the person that drew her there.