Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Austen, relax—”
Shelli pops her head in and then grimaces. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
I look at her from the desk, crossing my arms over my chest. “No apology needed.”
She looks between my peepaw and me. Then she says hesitantly, “We’re about to start. We’re in the conference room.”
“On my way,” I answer, and she looks between us again before turning and leaving. I look up at my peepaw, and the anxiety of his being here has me on high alert. I reach for my rubber band and then remember I don’t have them. I bite my lip and will my heart to slow down. I swallow hard and ignore that he is watching me. I take out my phone to find that I have missed a text from Dimitri.
Dimitri: I check out your ass a lot. It’s a thing for me. I happen to like your ass a lot, but if your ass keeps eating that dress when you walk, I will not be able to fully function. Ever.
Oh, my stomach. I press my hand to my belly, grinning from ear to ear, but then my grin falls when I remember that Peepaw is here. I press my lips together and text him back.
Me: My peepaw is here.
Dimitri: Okay?
Me: I don’t know what he is doing, and it makes me nervous.
Dimitri: Don’t worry. We’re good. Now pull that dress out of your ass, because if anyone watches you walk and I catch them, I’ll be in jail. Which won’t be good, because a conjugal visit with you will not be enough, and orange isn’t my color.
I close my eyes as my butterflies go crazy in my gut. I can’t with him.
Dimitri: But for real, Janie, we’re good. Don’t worry.
I blow out a breath and write him back.
Me: I want to go home, just us.
Dimitri: It’s my favorite place to be, for sure. You on me, underneath me, in front of me, hovering over my mouth, on the island like a meal.
When he sends the purple-horned smiley face, I cover my face so my peepaw doesn’t see the flush on my cheeks.
Me: Are you done?
Dimitri: Absofuckinglutely not. Bent over something, touching your toes, on the wall, but my very, very favorite spot for you is lying on me, reading a book in those fuzzy socks.
My heart does a few flips and then swells. He drives me totally insane.
Me: There is something to be said for how you can make me dripping wet, clutching my phone, and swooning.
Dimitri: There is a word for it, but can we discuss the dripping wet part? That sounds exciting.
Me: Ignoring until later since my peepaw is staring at me, probably assuming I’m texting you. But what is this word for how you make me feel?
Dimitri: I have to be honest, I feel we should discuss all dripping-wet situations, because Janie, it can be dangerous when you’re wet.
I close my eyes, shaking my head.
“Austen, you ready?” Peepaw asks, annoyance in his voice.
“Yes, one second.”
I type back quickly.
Me: You are impossible.
Dimitri: It’s a danger that I run headfirst toward.
I just blink at my phone.
Me: Are you just smirking? Those dimples deep and all proud of yourself?
Dimitri: Hell yeah, I am, while being rock hard ’cause I know you are thinking of me and you’re dripping wet. Ready for only me.
He is completely right, and good God, I’m pulsating between my legs. He loves to fuck with me, make me blush, and I can’t allow myself to be the only one affected.
Me: When I kick you as you come into this meeting, I want you to know it’s to keep myself from riding you right in front of everyone in this building.
Dimitri: Try to kick me, Janie, and I’ll have you in my lap, screaming my name so fucking fast, neither of us will care who sees.
Okay, so I failed that.
Dimitri: Trying to leave me speechless?
Me: I hate you.
Dimitri: You don’t have to try. I’m always speechless.
I audibly swoon. Ugh, I miss him! This jackass.
“Austen, what are you doing?”
I look up, and I had completely forgotten he was there.
“I’m on the phone. Go ahead. I’ve got four minutes to get there.”
“It’s unprofessional to be late for a meeting.”
I look back at him. “It can be said it’s unprofessional to show up to a meeting you’re not included in just to intimidate a player.”
His eyes widen, as do mine. I don’t know where that came from, but I’m not surprised. I don’t want him here; I don’t want him thinking he has control over anything, because he does not. I do. I am in control. With that, I look down at my phone, and I hope when I look up, he’ll be gone.
Me: So, tell me what this word is that describes how I go from wanting to drown in your kisses to swooning like a fool.