Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
The Redmond-Ransom Training Academy.
I wanted us to start as we mean to go on, together. And our names do look good on those business cards. Even if we aren’t opening a detective agency.
With George extending his deadline and adding a research trip to Hawaii, we might stick around for a while. And that’s fine with me. Rue loves living near the water. And Joey and I are big fans of the elevator. And Fourth, now that we know who she is.
We live in a building full of fascinating people and secret entrances. Joey couldn’t believe it when I filled him in.
I hear him approach the bed and can’t help but smile. I’m always smiling these days. The reason why is no mystery at all. Joey wants to see how things go, to get through next season, but I’d love to make it official before then. “G’morning.”
“Good morning, Elliot.”
I feel the sheet slipping down my naked body, the air hitting my lower back, before I open one eye. “What are you up to now?”
“Up is a good word. Appropriate to my situation.”
I snort into the pillow at the swiftness of my body’s reaction. “It’s starting to be appropriate to mine, thanks to you.”
“What can I say except you’re welcome?” he sings softly as he drops the top sheet on the floor, leaving me exposed.
“You ruined it. It’s gone now,” I inform him wryly. Then I grunt out a surprised breath when he straddles my thighs anyway. “You planning on letting me roll over?”
“First of all, that’s our song, so I didn’t ruin anything. And not until I’m done with your massage.”
My massage? Oil pools between my shoulder blades and then Joey’s hands are on my skin, his fingers digging in and instantly finding knots I didn’t know I had. “God damn, I love you. Tell me what I did to deserve this so I can do it again.”
“You’re you,” he says. “You never stop being you, which is not the easiest thing to live up to, to be honest. And I’m doing this to lower your defenses so I can play with your ass.”
My cheeks clench at his words, but I’m smiling again. “That honesty train is starting early.”
“Choo choo, baby. But it has to, because we won’t be alone for long. Adria spent the night, remember?”
How can I forget? She’s started fencing lessons now. My niece really likes the idea of having a sword in her hand. I’m crossing everything Rue doesn’t follow in her footsteps. I’m not sure my heart could take it.
Joey rubs my neck and shoulders, my back, until all those worries disappear and all my concentration is focused on his magical hands and his thighs rubbing against mine. “You’re too good at this.”
He slides further down my thighs and his erection brushes my skin.
My dick pulses against the mattress in response. “I’m not sure if my defenses are low enough for what you have in mind, but if you let me up we can investigate other avenues.”
“My mind isn’t going anywhere too crazy,” Joey’s voice is deeper now. Hungry. “Trust me.”
With everything.
When he starts massaging my butt, I groan into my pillow. I’ve had physical therapists work me up and down for years, but it has never felt this good before. Then again, they aren’t paid to give me the kind of ass massage Joey is giving me. That would be crossing the line. Too intimate.
Fuck, what is he doing back there?
I can feel his breath coming fast along my lower back. Feel my cheeks separating as he spreads and releases, again and again, revealing everything to his gaze. I tense on instinct.
He shushes me. “Relax. Do you know the first night we met, I thought the god of glutes had come visiting? I was sure you had the finest hind end I’d ever seen in my life.”
Joey’s flattery works on me because I know he believes what he’s saying. He loves my body. He loves all of me, but he really loves a few specific parts of my body. I know because he’s either talking about or touching them whenever he thinks he can get away with it. “It keeps my pants on.”
“Your ass? Well, it makes me want to take them off,” he confides, spreading my cheeks again and squeezing each one in turn. “I need you to let me kiss you here, Elliot. Let me show you how good it feels.”
I gather my pillow up in my arms and send him my attempt at a warning look over my shoulder. “Mouth only. No fingers going anywhere they’re not invited.”
He nods quickly, eyes on the seam of my ass. “Invitation only. Got it.”
When we’re like this, he gives that to me. The control I need. That, along with a healthy dash of curiosity and arousal, tell me I should give him this. “Kiss my ass, Joey Redmond.”