Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Yes, it does,” I said before growling. “Clearly not just in the office, either. But I feel the same way. Me, I know people. How they think. What makes them buy. I can put myself in their shoes and think like they’re thinking. I don’t feel like I’m just guessing and checking like some of these kids.”
“You said you weren’t good at reading me, though. Didn’t know I’d be itching for your fingers up my ass when you first saw me?”
“Not at all. That’s what intrigued me about you. It still does. I don’t think I entirely have my thoughts wrapped around you.” I glanced down at the cards we still hadn’t looked at. “I can’t tell if you have a full house or an ace-high.”
We grabbed our cards. “Oh, we need to ante. I think I got some ones.” I pulled some out and we played a couple of hands, chatting, teasing, and laughing together…having nearly as much fun chilling as we had rolling around in the bedroom.
17
Ethan
Talking with Sean about my grandmother earlier put her in my head again. I remembered what it was like to lose my parents and then get sent to stay with the woman who had lived in the same town, but rarely came around. When we did see her, she and Mom would fight.
I remembered Mom saying once that she’d always been closed off, that she had never done well with emotions. I thought that’s why my mom had been the way she was. She’d believed if you loved someone, you said it. People used to tease her about walking around with her head in the clouds, and I thought my grandmother saw her the same way.
But then Mom and Dad were gone, and I’d needed her. I’d needed someone—only she hadn’t been able to be there for me in that way.
I rubbed a hand through my hair before putting our leftovers away. We’d finished playing cards and then had dinner. Sean was the first person I’d been sleeping with who had a meal and did dishes with me at my condo. The fucker was infiltrating every part of my life with his ninja skills.
“What’s wrong?” Sean asked. “You’re tense.”
“I’m not tense.”
“Now you’re lying. I didn’t think you were the type.”
The thing was, Sean was what plagued me. No, that wasn’t entirely the truth. It was the fact that I’d seen my grandmother. That now I was suddenly talking to Sean about her, about my past, which was opening me up for the onslaught of emotions that were hitting me now.
Goddamn sexy man and his voodoo magic that made my dick hard and rubbed my magic ass button just right.
“I’m just…thinking about the shit I told you.” I leaned against the counter.
“I’m sorry.”
I glanced at him. “What are you sorry for?”
“Bringing up negative memories. I gave you an orgasm first. Doesn’t that help?”
I grinned. “Yes, it does. Orgasms always help.”
“Can I ask you something?” Sean questioned.
“Haven’t you asked me enough tonight? Christ, I spilled my guts to you.”
“You didn’t tell me that much,” he countered.
“I told you more than I tell most people.” Which I’d done just now as well. I shouldn’t have admitted that to him.
“I think it’s obvious there’s a connection between us. Maybe we don’t understand it and maybe it happened quickly, but it’s there. We should just go with it and not question it. At least until we get tired of sleeping with each other.”
Which I was sure we were already doing. There was minimal questioning of our situation going on and a lot of touching and talking. “Okay, one more question, Ninja, and then that’s enough.”
“Why do you really think the sex thing is so easy for you?”
A laugh jumped out of my mouth.
“What are you laughing at?” He crossed his arms and pretended to pout. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“Sorry, I’ve just never had someone ask me why sex was so easy before. It’s sex.”
“Sex with a man for the first time. And sticking something in your ass for the first time. A lot of men have problems with that. I know we touched on it before but…I just don’t get it.” He pushed the chair in and leaned against the table across from me.
“Apparently more men enjoy it than people realize. Even straight men like the magic ass button. They finger themselves and have their wives use strap-ons on them.”
His brows pulled together and his forehead wrinkled, so I added, “I’ve been doing my porn research, remember?”
“You know porn isn’t real life, right?”
“Yes, asshole. I know that.” But the truth was, I’d been putting more thought into the whole sex thing as well. I had my theories before but as I was talking to Sean earlier this evening, I realized something else. “Are you sure you want the answer to this? You might not like it.”