Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Kayla laughs and I shake my head at both of them.
“Okay, fine. You may have assisted in the creation of our relationship. Happy now?” I tease and she nods with a pleased smile.
The rest of the day is filled with girl talk, coffee, and a long list of Netflix shows we all want to start watching together. I finally head home just before Drew’s shift is done. It’s only been a week since he proposed; yet it feels like it’s been forever. I’m so deeply, madly in love with him, I can’t wait until we finally say I do.
“Sweetheart?” I hear him yell as he opens the front door.
“In here,” I shout from the master bath.
“What are you—” He stops in his tracks as soon as he sees I’m soaking in the tub, which is one of my favorite things about our house. “Ooh, a guy could get used to coming home to this.” He begins stripping from his uniform, unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his slacks. I watch with a smile on my face as he eagerly gets naked.
“Wow, Deputy. You’re stripping time has effectively decreased. You’ve been practicing without me?” I tease, moving the soapsuds around to cover the tops of my breasts.
“Never. I’ve just learned the faster I get naked, the faster I get between your legs.” He smirks, pulling off his socks and stepping into the tub.
“Every girl’s prince charming,” I mock, moving forward to let him slide his body behind mine. He pulls my back against his chest once he’s settled and wraps his arms around my waist as he buries his lips in my hair.
“You smell good,” he purrs against my neck. “I bet you taste even better.”
I arch my head to the side and he captures my mouth with his. His hand cups my breast as the other cups my cheek and our tongues tangle together in a heated dance. No matter how much time we spend together, it never feels like enough. I want him—all day and night—all the time. I can confidently say I’m marrying my best friend, and I know it’s only going to get better from here.
His hand slides down my stomach and finds my pussy. He continues kissing me as he rubs circles over my clit, adding pressure and working me up more as he deepens his kiss. He knows what he’s doing to me, and I’m too weak to stop him. Not that I’d ever want him to stop, but the last time we tried having sex in the tub, half of the bath water ended up on the bathroom floor.
He slides his finger inside and begins working me until I nearly beg him for more. His mouth moves down my jaw and he feathers kisses down my neck as my head falls back against his shoulder. Increasing his speed, my hips synchronize with his pace and move with his rhythm. I feel his cock push against the small of my back and I know he’s as worked up as I am.
I reach an arm around my back and wrap my palm around him. Water begins moving in waves around us and I know if we don’t stop, we’re going to flood the bathroom.
“We haven’t christened the shower yet,” I tell him. “I think it’s overdue.”
“Smart thinking.” He smiles against my lips. “Maybe we can add some whipped cream since we won’t have to worry about clean up. Or chocolate sauce. In fact, let’s just put a mini fridge in here so we have them stocked at all times.”
“Don’t use me as an excuse to cheat on your diet,” I snicker. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed a shortage of my muffins in the freezer.”
“Dammit,” he mutters. “Working days is really messing up my gym routine. By the time I get done with work, I just want to come home to you and the minute I start kissing you, I can’t stop.”
I smile. “So, you’re saying it’s my fault?”
“Yup. If you weren’t so addictive and taste so good, I’d be able to leave for an hour or two to get a workout in.”
“Hm...yeah, I can see how that would be a problem for you.”
“It is. A big problem,” he says, arching his hips and pressing his cock further into my palm, throbbing and ready to explode.
“Perhaps I can make it up to you.” I stroke his dick faster. “I’m thinking in the form of where I’ll let you come.”
“Where?” he asks, his pace slowing.
“Mm hmm...I’d say it, but I know how your dick acts up when I do...”
It takes him a moment to remember what I’m referring to. He must finally remember that day in the truck where I gave him road head because in less than five seconds, he jumps out of the tub and is pulling me out with him.