Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“Say, I’ll give it a whirl,” he teased.
“I’ll give it a whirl.”
His hand slid to the back of her neck. “I’ll have to tell the brothers that I have an old lady when I go back to the club.”
“I’m not that old.”
“It means you belong to me.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” He laughed then grew serious. “Of course, that means I belong to you.”
“Okay.” Unaccustomed to talking so candidly with a man about their relationship, she shyly was unable to hold his heated gaze for long.
Her eyes went to the door when she heard Priss yelling the pizza was done. “We should go eat,” she suggested.
“I would rather feed another appetite, but I guess it would be safer to go eat. I don’t want Priss interrupting.”
“Me neither.”
Moon released her from his arms to open the door for her. Jokingly, he bowed, giving a gallant downward wave, indicating for her to go first. “My lady.”
Larissa couldn’t help the silly giggle that escaped as she passed him. “Thank you, kind sir.” Feeling as if she was walking on cloud nine, she walked down the stairs.
The day had just gotten better and better as it progressed. Just when she had thought Moon would make sure she hadn’t taken last night seriously, he made her feel as if she were the one who didn’t want a commitment. Wow. Her mind was blown away with how gentlemanly he was treating her. He appeared shaken at being called Fred Flintstone. Bless his heart. She bet he had been raised by a single mother and was conscious of the trials and tribulations women deal with every day.
Still, as she came off the bottom step, a worrying thought trailed her into the kitchen.
What if she had played right into his hands?
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Moon drove away from his house after finishing dinner. He didn’t want to be hanging around when Lana got off, not wanting to give them any reason not to move into the house.
When he stopped at a red light, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his back pocket. He took it out, read the message, then responded. The reply came back before he could repocket the cell phone. He read the text and memorized the address.
Once the light turned green, Moon headed toward the address. When he pulled into the driveway, he saw the front door light was on.
Parking his bike, he ambled over to the door to knock on it with his knuckles.
The door swung open as if she had been watching for him.
“Hi.” The clerk from the baby store brazenly stood in the doorway with black satin shorts and a matching mesh top.
His eyes dropped to the two nipples peeking out of the mesh. “Hi.” He grinned. “Nice outfit.”
“I thought you would appreciate it.”
His hands went to her waist. Lifting her up, he stepped inside the house, slamming the door shut with his foot.
Seductively rubbing her breasts against his chest, she buried her long nails in his hair. Moon kissed her parted mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. When she would have tried to slide hers inside of his, he pulled back.
“Shouldn’t we introduce ourselves?”
“Uh … sure.” The woman gave a fake embarrassed laugh.
Moon almost rolled his eyes at her. Did she honestly think he would believe she was new to inviting men over after a casual meeting?
“Chasity Collins.”
“Moon.”
“Hey, Moon.” Chasity rubbed her breasts against him again. Then, licking the side of his neck, she sucked his earlobe into her mouth. “You want to fuck?” she whispered.
“Not standing up.” He carried her to the sofa to plunk her down. “Got any liquor?”
Straightening herself on the couch, she motioned toward a cabinet in the kitchen. “Second cabinet, next to the stove, right side.”
“Mind if I pour myself one?”
Curling her legs under her bottom, she gave him a sulky pout. “Help yourself.”
He strode to the kitchen, where he found the liquor and the glasses. Pouring himself a glass of bourbon, he carried it back to the couch, then sat down next to her and took a drink. “Want a taste?”
When she would have taken the glass from him, Moon reached out to grab her by neck, pulling her to him. When he kissed her, Moon felt her irritation drain away as he tongue-fucked her.
“I’ll never drink whiskey out of a glass again.”
His lips curled sensuously as he pulled back to take another drink. “Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. You get new merchandise in?”
Her hands went to his shoulders to balance herself as she straddled him. Her pussy was knocking on the door of his zipper. “Not yet. We won’t get anything new in until next Wednesday.” Leaning forward, she licked his bottom lip. “You going to bring your girlfriend the next time you come in?”
“Yes.”
Surprised, Chasity leaned away from him. “You’re joking, right?”
He studied her seriously. “Why wouldn’t I?”