Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Were you worried that it would?” I ask. “You should have told me. I would have made sure to take things even slower, check in with you more.”
She shakes her head. “No way. I liked it just the way it was. With you as my awestruck and worshipful serving boy.” She sighs and reaches out to squeeze my thigh. “That was so much fun, Christian. Fun and easy and…perfect. We should do it again really soon.”
“I’m free now,” I say, bending my head closer to hers, but she pulls back with a laugh.
“Nope.” She presses a finger to my lips. “We’re out of character. No kissing out of character, no sex in the house. Those are the rules.” She turns her attention to Bella, adding in a sweeter tone, “And no banging in front of the baby. She might get scared.”
“Or jealous,” I mutter as Bella resumes making sweet tongue love to my neck amidst happy grunting noises and smacks of her lips.
“She really does seem to like the taste of you,” Starling says. “Did she eat today?”
“Twice, the second time just before we came,” I say, pulling the skunk a few inches from my chest, making her back legs paw at the air. “It’s okay, buddy, I’m going to get you a treat and put you back in your crate.”
Bella emits a soft whine as I swing both legs to the floor.
“Aw, poor baby,” Starling says. “Don’t worry, Daddy will let you lick him later. Once you’re home and all settled in for the night.”
“I will not. Don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep,” I say as I stand and head back toward the office.
“And don’t get in a hurry,” she says in a husky voice.
I glance back to see her gaze fixed on my bare backside and grin. “Are you ogling me?”
“You say ogling, I say appreciating,” she says, still shamelessly sizing up my ass. “It really is a fabulous view, even with all the hair. Have you ever thought about shaving your butt or is that not something men do?”
I scowl. “Why? Do you want me to shave my butt?”
“No, I just didn’t think it would be that hairy.” Her brow furrows slightly, but her gaze remains fixed on my backside. “Do all men have hairy butts? Or are you unique?”
Tension creeps into my hips. “I’m not sure, Starling. I don’t spend a lot of time looking at other men’s bare asses. But I think so. Yes. Probably. I don’t think I’m the unicorn of butt hair.”
“Gotcha,” she says. “I’ll do some googling when I get home. See what I can figure out and circle back with you on Monday. Though that’s definitely a conversation we should have off the clock.”
“Should I feel butt hair shamed right now?”
“No way,” she says, glancing briefly at my face before her gaze returns to my lower half. “Your butt is great, hair and all.”
“I’m not sure I believe you,” I say, sighing as Bella’s whining grows loud enough that I have no choice but to rest her on my chest again, where she immediately resumes her licking.
“You should always believe me,” Starling says. “I’ll never lie to you. Lying to someone who’s been inside me is against my personal code. Lying in general is against my code, but especially to someone who’s been inside me.” She grins, making a dimple pop in her cheek I haven’t seen before as she adds in a softly giddy voice, “You’ve been inside me, Christian. We had sex. Like, for real. Full sex. All the way. For a lot longer than a few minutes.”
I return her smile. “Yeah, we did. It was pretty fucking awesome.”
She giggles as she leans back. “It really was. I’m going to replay every second of it over in my head before I go to sleep so I can burn it into my memory bank.”
“Are you going to touch yourself while you do that?” I ask.
“Oh, for sure,” she says without hesitation. “At least once. Maybe more.”
“I’d like to watch that sometime,” I say, feeling dirty saying that sort of thing while I’m naked and holding Bella, but too invested in scoring an invite to a showing of “Starling Touches Herself” to keep my mouth shut.
“Any interest in playing the Peeping Tom who watches me through my bedroom window?” she asks. “And I’ll be the sexually frustrated woman who’s tired of living alone in the woods and is desperate for a horny mountain man to climb through her window and ravage her in her bed?” She frowns as I bolt for the office. “Wait, where are you going?”
“To put Bella up. If I get a hard-on while I’m holding her, I’ll never forgive myself,” I call as I hurry to slip Bella into her crate along with a dried apple ring snack I brought along just in case.