Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
She didn’t need a mirror to know that she’d gone bright red. “What?”
Why would he ask her that? That wasn’t a normal question for a guy to ask a girl.
Was it?
Shit.
“Effie, focus. I need your attention here.”
Shoot.
“Um, yes. Sometimes. Most of the time.”
“Right. That’s something that you should have told us.”
“It is? Why?”
“So we know how to take care of you. You didn’t have shit with you?”
“Uh, no.” Hence why she had to go out and get some things. “Well, I mean, I had my emergency tampon.”
“Your emergency tampon?”
“Every woman has an emergency tampon,” she told him huffily. “If not two or three.”
“Yeah. So you got more tampons in that bag?”
“Uh, no.”
“No?” He frowned.
“I don’t like tampons.”
“You don’t like tampons?”
“They feel icky inside me.”
“Icky?”
“Are you just going to repeat what I say?” she cried.
“Is that why you wouldn’t use the stuff here, baby?” he asked.
“Well, yeah. Plus, that’s not mine.”
He frowned. “It is yours. You’re a woman, that shit is here for the women who work here to use. So next time you need it, use it. Don’t you keep track of your periods?”
“I cannot believe we’re having this conversation.” She stared up at the ceiling.
“Effie,” he growled.
She dropped her gaze to him. “No, I’m not very good at that sort of thing. That’s why I stopped taking the birth control pill and got an implant. Couldn’t remember to take the pills.”
“Implant didn’t help make your periods less painful?”
“Uh, no.” Lord, he was curious, wasn’t he? And he didn’t seem a bit embarrassed. “Can we stop talking about this? Please?
“Baby, I had two shit parents and a baby sister I adored. Who do you think helped her with all of this?”
“Oh.” She hadn’t even thought of that.
“So you use pads?”
“Sometimes.”
“Effie.”
“I use period panties.” She went bright red. “I know it seems odd for a thirty-five-old woman to wear period panties, but it’s so much easier.”
“Baby, don’t give a fuck how old you are. You wear what you want. They’re in the bag?”
“Yeah.”
“Right. Before we put those on you, we’ve got a punishment to get out of the way.”
“A spanking?” she asked.
“Not while you’ve got period pain.”
That was kind of sweet, but it also made her wonder what she had coming her way.
“Oh God, not lines,” she groaned.
“Nope.”
Hmm.
“Corner time?”
“Nope.”
“What then?”
“You’ll see.”
He stepped back, then took hold of her hand. “Course I owe you a couple of smacks for not letting go of that bag when I clearly wanted to carry it.”
That was the only warning she got as he moved, putting his foot up on the sectional next to them, then tipping her over his thigh to smack her ass four times.
“Ow! I thought I wasn’t getting a spanking.”
“That wasn’t a spanking. That was a couple of love taps.”
“With hands like yours, there’s no such things as love taps. Those things are lethal weapons.”
He grinned as he righted her. “I love it when you’re sweet, baby. And when you’re shy. Also love it when you’re a bit of a smartass. Sassy. So cute.”
“I wasn’t trying to be cute.”
“I know, you’re just always cute,” he told her as he drew her into the bedroom.
She looked over at the bed where he’d laid out a few items. He took her handbag and the pharmacy bag from her. Searching through her handbag, he brought out Slowly.
He’d never mentioned the fact that she carried the soft toy everywhere.
“Your sloth is getting a bit worn.”
“I can’t throw him out!” she cried, reaching for the toy to hold him tight against her.
“Baby, I’d never suggest that. I was just thinking that he might need a few stitches to keep him together.” He eyed her strangely. Shit. She forgot that with Damon, if you gave him a few inches, he’d take a whole lot more. As in, he understood far more than she ever expected him to.
“Where did you get Slowly?”
She heaved out a sigh. “You won’t be upset?”
He frowned. Then his face cleared. “Joe.”
“Yeah. I carry him with me, because it’s like having a piece of Joe. But it also means I’m never alone. I know that seems silly . . .”
He tilted her face back. “It doesn’t seem silly at all. And I don’t care that Joe gave him to you. Why would I?”
Relief filled her.
“You know that I’m going to buy you things too. Grady as well. There’s a few of those things on the bed behind you.”
She went back to the items on the bed.
The first thing she saw was the lube. Yikes.
Then a butt plug. Double yikes. But also, yippee!
And then there was a baby bottle. Also yay.
And a pacifier. With a sloth’s face on the front. Which made her smile. She wanted that right now.
Next to that was a onesie. An adult-sized onesie. That also had sloths all over it. And beside it were a few coloring books and pens.