Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
There was no way in hell I was about to tell him my panties had just gotten a little wetter. Instead I took the moment to disengage from contact, because I didn’t trust myself to honor my own request to go slow.
I swallowed and climbed down off of him. “I should leave you out in the hall while I finish getting ready after that.”
“If that’s what you need to do to keep control of yourself, by all means.” He cupped the back of my neck and brushed his lips with mine. “But don’t forget to change your wet panties.”
I shook my head and didn’t slam the door on him as I walked inside. “So full of yourself.”
I heard him chuckle as I left him in the kitchen to go finish getting ready.
Gray didn’t try to come into my bedroom during the twenty minutes it took me to do my makeup and get changed, which surprised me a little. But I got the feeling he would tow the line on going slow, yet he knew there were boundaries that would jeopardize things if he pushed.
When I was done, I found him in the living room, looking at the framed photos on my bookshelf. He had one in his hand. I walked over and stood next to him, looking at an old family photo of me with both of my parents.
“I don’t even know why I keep that out. Maybe it’s because I’m trained to keep up the charade of a normal family.”
“You can love them both despite not approving of their lifestyle.”
I took the frame from his hand and set it back on the shelf. Preferring a change of subject, I lifted one of me and Quinn in junior high. We wore matching clothes in the picture.
“This is Quinn. I have no idea why, but we used to call each other on Sunday nights and plan a matching outfit to wear on Mondays every week.”
Gray smiled. “You were hot even in middle school.”
“I’m sure you weren’t so bad yourself.”
The rest of the pictures on the shelf were of my goddaughter, Harper. Gray pointed to one. “I take it this is the guest of honor this evening.”
“How could you guess?” I said sarcastically.
In the photo, Harper was lying down, watching TV from inside a long box. She’d been obsessed with boxes since she could walk, and her parents had made her various pieces of furniture out of them—including the bed in the photo. The ratty old box bed sat right next to the beautiful, empty canopy bed her parents had bought her.
Looking at my watch, I realized we needed to head out. “I just need to grab my phone and then we can get going.”
“Give me the tour first?”
“Of my apartment? There’s not very much to see. Unlike you, I don’t have a view of the city. But if you look out my bedroom window around two in the morning, sometimes the guy in the building across the street is doing naked yoga.”
“Great,” Gray grumbled. He put his hand on my lower back and steered me toward my bedroom. “I’ll take a tour of the room you can watch naked yoga from anyway.”
I stopped short of actually going into my bedroom, mostly because it was all mattress. I had a queen-size bed in a room that should have had a double. But I was a restless sleeper and tended to roll around a lot. Pointing to the bed and dresser, I said, “This is it. Small bedroom, but it has a big walk-in closet.”
Gray turned, crowding the doorway, and me. “How did it go breaking it off with Oliver?”
I tilted my head. “I show you my bedroom and you think of Oliver?”
Gray ran his thumb over my lips. “I think of how much I can’t wait to fuck you on that big bed of yours, and I want to make sure nothing is standing in my way anymore.”
God, I liked when he said he wanted to fuck me. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that our first time would be exactly that: fucking. Not making love or going all the way. There would be raw, primal fucking when the two of us finally got together.
I cleared my throat. “It went fine. We should get going.”
Downstairs, I was surprised to find Gray’s town car waiting. I’d assumed he meant he’d be driving to a kiddie party, not having a chauffeured car take us.
“A driver to a kiddie party?”
He waved off his driver who had started to get out when he saw us and walked ahead of me to open the back door. “I thought about it. But I need two hands to feel you up on the way home…after I win our bet.”
Chapter 17
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Layla
“You’re really not going to tell me what this gigantic thing is?”