Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Fuck, it was like nothing I’d ever felt. I’d known that I was attracted to older men for about as long as I’d been attracted to anyone, but having the real thing was different than what I had imagined. Better. His strong, slightly calloused hands on my hips. The low rumble of his voice when he hummed near my ear. The way he was making me feel small, in the best fucking way, even though I was only a few inches shorter than him.
He was every bit a man. And I already wanted to sink to my knees for him, and we’d only been inside for a minute.
He reached a hand up toward my shoulder, edging underneath my peacoat and starting to push it off. I shrugged it off quickly, then pulled off my sweater and T-shirt.
Rome let out a groan, and his eyes danced across my bare torso. It was a little chilly in the room, and for a moment I had a flash of self-consciousness. Here I was, desperate and stripping for a man I barely knew, so ready to give myself to him. But then he took off his jacket and shirt, too, and I was too distracted to even care what the hell he might think of me.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “Having a body that good should be illegal.”
I had never seen someone have such a sculpted body outside of a gym before. He looked like he’d earned the body he had through years and years of hard work and physical labor, and he’d been very well rewarded with the results. I couldn’t help but reach out and run my fingertips through the soft trail of salt and pepper hair that led from his stomach down lower, tracing the planes of his muscles.
“You’re good at making a guy feel flattered,” he said as my fingers skated near the waistband of his jeans.
“No,” I said softly. “Usually I’m terrible at that. Every compliment I’ve given you is just more of a fact, really.”
He hummed, his eyes dancing over my face, like he was trying to make a decision. “Get on the floor.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “The floor?”
He nodded toward the living room, right beside the glow of the Christmas tree. “That rug looks comfortable. I want to see you lying down on it.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” I said, trying to make a joke but realizing that I enjoyed calling him that a little too much. I headed into the living room, the smell of the fresh pine filling the air.
The sides of our bodies brushed against the Christmas tree as he got down on the floor with me, and one of my bell ornaments let out its little jingle. He was straddling me from above now, nuzzling close into the crook of my neck and kissing my collarbone.
“I fucking needed this,” I murmured.
“I can tell.”
Under the sound of his voice, I heard a soft whirring sound coming from somewhere in the house. I couldn’t pay attention to it at first because the only thing my brain wanted to focus on right now was the sound of Rome’s breath—but soon, the whirring sound came nearer, and I realized immediately what was happening.
I turned my head to the side just as my little floor vacuum robot came whizzing up to us.
It knocked into Rome’s arm, beeped, and then did a little spin on the ground.
“Oh my God,” I said, covering my face with my palm. “Shit.”
My cheeks flushed hot, but I was relieved when Rome let out a deep laugh.
“Oh, that is too funny,” Rome said, a lopsided smile on his face.
“Am I seriously being cock-blocked by my Roomba right now?” I protested.
“What?” Rome protested. “Give the guy a break. He just wants to make sure the place is nice and clean, right?”
“Milton definitely is a polite little robot vacuum,” I said, “but he doesn’t seem to understand that when I bring home the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, it’s not the time for chores—”
I reached over right as the vacuum spun around again and then launched itself forward, barreling straight into Rome’s calf and banging into it over and over again.
“I didn’t know we’d be having this kind of threesome tonight, little robot buddy,” Rome said, looking down at it. “But I’ll try anything once, I suppose—”
I cracked up, finally reaching down and holding the reset button so that the vacuum would go off and shut itself off.
“I am so sorry,” I pleaded as it finally slowed down and headed back off across the floor to its charging station, shutting off.
Rome gave me a pointed look, his gorgeous eyes suddenly staring into my damn soul. “Casey.”
“I know.”
“Casey,” he repeated, in the deep, velvety tone that felt like slipping into a warm bath.
“Yes?”
“You didn’t seriously name your vacuum Milton, did you?”