Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“I want to be open and honest, as promised, minus a few secrets which are better left unsaid. If I didn’t tell you and you found out, you’d wonder why I didn’t tell you and probably get paranoid.”
He’s got that right. “Well, thank you. Eric texted me, apologising for his friends’ behaviour in the club the other night. I told him I was sorry and he hasn’t contacted me since.”
“Yes, I know.”
Umm… how does he know?
He sees the question in my eyes and shrugs, completely nonchalant. “I checked your phone.”
My mouth drops open. I don’t know whether to laugh or to be mad. I have nothing to hide, but still… that’s a huge lack of trust right there. “You can’t check my phone!”
“What’s the big deal? You can check mine.”
“I don’t want to check yours.”
“Suit yourself,” he chuckles, popping another grape into his mouth. “I took the liberty of deleting his number from your phone too.”
“Of course you did,” I say, but now I’m laughing. “You’re such a geek. You do trust me don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“So why the checking of phones and the deleting of numbers?”
He shrugs again. His calm façade really grates me sometimes. “I’m getting rid of all temptation and competition.”
Snort. “Of course you are.”
“Not including me of course, I plan to tempt you constantly. Like right now.”
I turn away from the chicken I’m placing into a dish and let out a bark of startled laughter when I see him sitting in the chair at the dinner table, his foot crossed over his knee, a newspaper spread between his hands. He’s stark naked.
“Get dressed,” I hiss, still laughing uncontrollably.
“Only if you sit right here.” His hooded eyes scan me up and down as he points to the ground between his legs. “And do that thing you did the other night with your mouth.”
Well, how’s a girl supposed to refuse that?
The chicken hissing in the pan behind me snaps me from my sudden lust filled daze. I turn back to it and neatly place it all in the dish, before covering it with the sauce.
“You do realize you’re going to have to grab the salad bowl from the fridge while completely naked and we have no blinds over the patio doors yet.”
He blanches. “You do it.”
“Nope. I’ve just made dinner. You promised you’d help.”
He stands proudly, his naked body glorious in the bright sun that’s spilling into the huge kitchen. My lips pinch together in an attempt to stifle my amusement when he uses the newspaper to cover his front, which is remarkably stiff right now. He struts to the fridge, grabs the bowl of salad and brings it back.
His body is just… gah. There are no words, only drool.
“Anything else?”
“Yeah.” I rest back in the chair and place my finger on my chin. “Give us a very slow twirl.”
The newspaper hits me in the face and when I finally peek around it, I’m disappointed to see him pulling his clothes back on.
“If you’d stayed naked for another thirty seconds, I so would have done what I did the other night.”
“Food first, fornication later.”
Unfortunately we don’t get to that part until much later, due to Dillan suddenly not wanting to be put down for three hours straight. I’m pretty sure he’s teething and, from what I’ve heard, this isn’t going to be a fun parenting experience at all.
Nathan and I fall into a comfortable routine, one that seems to work perfectly for us. I go to work as he stays home and looks after Dillan. I cook most nights, but he cleans while I play with Dillan and put him to bed. Then we lose ourselves in our own bed, or wherever we are at the time of Nathan’s arousal.
The man has become insatiable. He’s become a monster, but not the kind of monster you fear.
I have zero complaints at all, not including my sore thighs and most likely bruised mound.
He seems a lot more at ease with himself, which is great. He doesn’t seem convinced that he’s going to become like the last three generations of men in his family.
We’re happy, exceedingly so, and coming home from work has never been such a joy. I used to love work so much that I’d wake up excited to be there, but now that Nathan and I have come to a happy point in our relationship, I find myself waking up in the morning and not wanting to leave his side.
The comfier we get with each other, the happier and more relaxed we get.
Sure, Nathan still has his moody moments where he’ll shut himself in his office and I won’t see him for hours. It’s irritating, but he needs his space so I don’t complain. He still gets annoyed with me and he freaked out something awful when I forgot to hide the eggs.