Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
He was just being rude.
“If you’re sure. I can run you to the toilet.”
She smacked her hand against his bicep. Ouch! Blast!
Pulling her hand back, she cradled it against her chest. “What are you made of? Concrete? Steel? That hurt!”
“While I appreciate you saying I have muscles of steel, I don’t like that you just hurt yourself. Do not do that again.”
Do not do that again.
Annndd he was back.
“Show me your hand.”
“Nope.”
“Little girl, give me your hand. I need to make sure you didn’t truly hurt yourself.”
“Who is hurt?”
She stared over at the god walking toward her. Actually, he glided. There was no way that you could call that walking. Was her mouth watering? Was she drooling again?
“Jameson,” she whispered.
He shot her a grin. Her ovaries just exploded. Yep. There was no other explanation. She sighed dreamily.
“You know, he’s not that good-looking,” Ian muttered. “Some women actually think I’m good-looking.”
“I’m sure they do,” she said, trying to appease the poor guy. It was obvious that he was desperate for her approval.
He was definitely obsessed with her.
“What’s going on? What hurts?” Jameson asked, stopping beside them. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white shirt. He looked more rested today.
It should be illegal for him to look this good.
“Nothing hurts,” she said.
Except her heart. And her eyes. From looking at him.
Yes, she knew she was bonkers. But she’d decided to embrace it. Sometimes, it was the only thing keeping her sane.
And yes . . . she was also aware that statement was contradictory.
“Her hand hurts,” Ian stated. “You need to check it. And her foot.”
Oh. Was that why he was here? As a doctor? She ignored the stab of disappointment. It was silly to think that he was here because he’d been overcome by her beauty and needed to spend time with her.
Still. A girl could dream.
Jameson shot Ian a strange look. Then he sat on the sun lounger in front of her. “Can I take a look at your foot, sweetheart?”
“S-sure.” He’d been a bit strange when he’d left last night. Kind of short and almost irritated by something.
Obviously, not by her.
But it must have just been the fatigue, so she forgave him. He checked her foot.
“Looks like it’s healing well. You must be following my instructions well. Good girl.”
Holy heck.
Her clit started throbbing. His fingers had been touching her as he called her a ‘good girl.’ She hadn’t even known that she had a praise kink.
Then again . . . who didn’t have a praise kink when the most gorgeous man ever spoke? She’d want to listen to him say anything.
“Now, show me your hand.”
“It’s fine.” But she shoved it out at him because it meant he was going to keep touching her.
A shiver ran through her.
“Are you cold?” Ian asked. “You just shivered. Jameson, maybe she’s running a fever. Did you bring a thermometer with you?”
“There is one in my bag. But I don’t think she has a fever.”
“I think we need to check.” Ian grabbed the bag Jameson had brought with him and started searching through it, pulling things out.
“Hey!” Jameson protested. “Don’t go messing up my stuff.”
“Is this the only one you’ve got?” Ian held up a thermometer that took an oral thermometer.
“Yes,” Jameson replied.
“Aren’t anal thermometers more accurate?” Ian asked.
She gasped and moved her free hand under her bottom. “No one is sticking anything in my bottom.”
“Disappointing,” Jack said as he approached.
How had she not noticed Jack getting out of the pool? He was rubbing a towel over his short hair. He needed to use that towel to mop up the drips of water going down his body.
Of course . . . she could offer to help him with that . . . by licking them all up.
How had she gone from a huge dry spell to having three gorgeous men surrounding her as she lay on a sun lounger by a pool in an exotic location?
Maybe she was dreaming. She pinched her thigh.
Nope. Not dreaming.
Also. Ouch.
“What did you just do? Are you hurting yourself?” Ian grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her thigh. “We have bigger issues than I thought. First, she’s weirdly obsessed with you. Second, she has very little sense of self-preservation. And now, she’s hurting herself.”
“Hey!” She drew her hand away from Ian. But left her other hand in Jameson’s grasp, even though it was no longer throbbing. “I have a sense of self-preservation. And I am not weirdly obsessed with Jameson.”
There was nothing weird about her obsession.
The guy was sex on two legs. Anyone could see that.
Well, except Ian, it appeared.
“But you were hurting yourself,” Jack said, his lips quirking.
He was such a cheerful guy.
It was refreshing.
“I was pinching myself. That isn’t the same as hurting myself. Do you always overreact like this? It’s something else to add to your truth journal. I really think we need to find him a therapist. The quicker, the better.” She gave Jameson a look.