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)
I smile. “I honestly don’t think he wanted to kill you. He just wanted your eggs. He was a psycho about jumping up on things when Barrett first adopted him, but I hear you. Baby steps are still good steps. Oh, and speaking of steps, would you want to go to cardio boot camp class with me Wednesday night at the high school? It’s supposed to be a great workout and I could use a fitness buddy. I always find an excuse to skip working out and eat popcorn and watch movies with Kyle instead.”
“Yeah, sounds good,” Nora says, moving toward the door. “I need a workout buddy, too. We could also check out Carolina’s yoga class early Friday before you head to work, maybe. She’s a great teacher.”
I purse my lips, fighting a wave of jealousy at the thought of spending time with another woman Christian’s slept with. Now that I know just how fun being naked with him is, I’m even more jealous of his former—and future—lovers than I used to be.
But I can’t let my envious side show or Nora will put two and two together to draw “I’m sleeping with my brother-in-law” conclusions. So, I settle for humming uncertainly under my breath and saying, “Let me get back to you on that. By Friday I usually want to squeeze in every last bit of sleep I can before I head to work, but I might be up for it.”
I show Nora out and head back to the yard, calling Keanu in for his bath while Kyle pouts on the deck, annoyed by being left out of the bath time fun. Kyle’s a surprisingly good swimmer, but he makes a huge mess in the bathtub, something I found out the hard way when I left the door cracked in the bathroom at home and he decided to bust in and join me for a soak a few weeks back.
I love Kyle, but I’m not on board with being naked with my pets.
Being naked with pets…
Hmm…
The thought reminds me of Christian and how sexy he looked wearing nothing last night while holding Bella. That, in turn, reminds me of the whole “butt hair” situation and I waste twenty minutes online after Keanu’s bath researching the butt hair status of the average adult male.
When I’m done, I let Kyle in to fuss over his now fabulous-smelling puppy friend and shoot Christian a text—You’ll be glad to know your butt hair situation is completely normal. I have employed my mad search engine skills on your behalf. You’re welcome.
Just a few seconds later, he responds with, Thank God. I was really worried. How can I ever repay you for this newfound peace of mind?
Kinky sex sounds good, I shoot back, my chest fluttering with a mixture of anxiety and delight.
I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to tease him about kinky sex, let alone have some later tonight, but that’s what our relationship is all about. We’re about experimentation, play, and testing our limits. If I don’t like the kinky stuff, I have no doubt Christian would stop the second I expressed my discomfort.
But I also suspect it will be a lot easier to slip into my role as “naughty wife” than I might assume. One kiss from my oh-so-delicious sex mentor, and my inhibitions crumble faster than the day-old scone I had for breakfast this morning.
Your wish is my command, he replies, making the butterflies in my chest flap their wings a little harder. Any idea what time you want me at the shop tonight.
On second thought, let’s do the shed behind my place, I reply. As long as we stay out there and don’t go inside it shouldn’t count as a rule violation, right?
And I’m pretty sure I can make my shed pretty fabulous by tonight. I’ve already been working on fixing it up to use as an office, exercise, and guest room. This could be just the kick in the rear I need to move that project along a little.
Sounds fine to me, Christian says, I’ll park a couple streets over and walk so no one sees my truck parked in your driveway, though. Just in case.
Smart! Is five too early? I ask. Despite my recent satisfaction, I find myself already quite eager to have my way with you again.
If I had my way, you’d be on my dick right now, he shoots over so fast it makes my head spin a little. I’d be sucking your nipples while you straddled me on my couch and rode me as hard and fast, or slow and easy as you wanted. I’d want you to be in control. Just in case you were sore from last night.
Blowing a breath through my lips, I pace the living room, fanning myself with Wren’s flannel pajama catalogue.