Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I jump up from my seat on the bed and bend over, hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath. My cock is hard and swollen, and as I look at her with her wide eyes, freshly kissed lips, and mussed hair, it takes everything I have to not climb into bed with her.
I stand up, doing my best to ignore the painful throb of my cock. “I’m going to the living room. Sweet dreams, baby.”
She’s speechless as I walk across the room. When I have the door almost shut behind me, I tell her, “Lock this door.”
I shut the door firmly behind me and walk into the living room. I sit down on the edge of the couch, and I can’t get the kiss out of my head. I knew we would be good together, but I didn’t know we’d be molten.
I lie back on the couch that she put a sheet over. My head hits the pillow, and I’m surrounded by the smell of honeysuckle and vanilla. A scent that is purely Jenna. I sit up, grab my bag, and get out my laptop. I know I’m not going to be able to sleep, so maybe I should try and work.
I start compiling information on Paul. The sooner I get the matter resolved, the better. I hate thinking that he’s been watching Jenna, but I’m going to handle it. I run his criminal history, his credit history, all the jobs he’s worked at, everything. I search it all, taking notes as I go. Everything I discover about him causes me to have more questions. Finally, when I’ve found all the information I can on him, I move on to the camera that I found.
I pick up the camera tag and know I should start scrubbing it, but there’s no way I can do it tonight. My body is still reeling from having Jenna in my arms. I can’t look at images of her right now. It wouldn’t be right. It’s going to be hard enough to rein in my attraction to her; now it’s just too much.
I lie back down on the Jenna-scented pillow and roll to the side and inhale deeply. It’s so late now, and I’m exhausted, so I have no trouble falling asleep. When my eyes drift closed, I grin, knowing that I’m going to be dreaming of the curvy woman that is sleeping in the next room.
9
Jenna
We’re back at the Honeybee, and it’s a rush this morning. I’ve already had a cup of coffee, but I’m thinking I might need another. I barely slept last night after that kiss. And when I did, it was not a sound sleep. I tossed and turned all night, my body never really coming down from the high of being in Dylan’s arms.
I was hoping for a repeat this morning, but it didn’t happen. He held my hand the whole way here, but once we were inside the shop, he locked himself in my office and went to work on his laptop. I know he has work to do, and his is more top secret than mine, so I offered him my office, and I’ve been working at the counter all morning.
When there’s finally a lull in the madness, I check my phone. There’s a message from Dylan. I talked to your brother. I told him you were worried so he said for you to call him when you’re not busy. He’s back in the States.
I reply with a thank you and tell Madison I’m taking a break. I freshen up my cup of coffee and walk to a booth and sit down. Dialing my brother’s number, I smile when I hear his voice on the line. He sounds tired, but he sounds good. “Hey, sis.”
“Hey, yourself. Are you back home?”
He pauses. “Well, I’m back in the US. I haven’t made it to Tennessee yet.”
“But you’re fine, right? No injuries. You’re good.”
He laughs. “You worry too much. I’m good. How are you? How’s everything with you?”
“I swear, big brother, if I wasn’t so worried about you, I’d probably be giving you a piece of my mind right now.”
He’s not scared in the least. “Oh no! Not a piece of your mind.”
“Har, har! Funny, tough guy. I told you that I had this thing with Paul handled. You didn’t have to send Dylan all the way here. You have to start treating me like an adult. I’m not a kid anymore.”
He’s silent, waiting for my tirade to stop. After a moment of silence, he asks, “Are you done now?”
“I could go on.”
His voice deepens. “And I have half a mind to come straight to Los Angeles. Dylan told me about the camera. Paul is a dirty bastard, and he deserves what he gets.”
I sigh. “I don’t want you or Dylan to get in trouble for this. I think we should call the police.”