Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
For fuck’s sake.
I roll over so that my back is to him with a huff.
“What’s up your ass?” he mutters.
“Nothing.”
“My nudity is annoying you?”
“Yes.” I splutter. “It is, actually.”
“Why?”
“Well, how would you like it if I waved my body around in front of you all the time?”
“You do.”
“I do not.”
“You’re wearing panties and a camisole right now. I see your body wherever I look, so don’t play Mother Theresa here, Eliza. ”
I roll my eyes, I’m still lying with my back to him.
“And besides, we’ve been like this for years. Why is it suddenly bothering you now?” He adds.
“I’m just horny, okay?” I spit before I can put my mouth to brain filter on.
Oh… hell.
“You’re horny?”
I scrunch my eyes shut. Did I just say that out loud? “Good night, Nathan.”
He rolls me onto my back, and his eyes dance with mischief as he leans over me. “You’re horny?”
“No.” I try to backtrack. “What I mean is, I’m a single woman, and you shouldn’t be naked in front of me all the time.”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “Why not?”
“Just…” I press my lips together as I try to think of an appropriate thing to say that doesn’t make me sound like a pervert. “I’m just saying.”
He gets up and goes to my underwear drawer. He grabs my vibrator and tosses it to me. “Go for it.”
“What?” I frown.
“Do your best.”
I stare at him.
“Don’t let me get in the way.” He raises an eyebrow. “Fuck yourself. Pretend I’m not here.” He picks his book back up and turns the page he was at. “I won’t watch… much.”
“You’re disgusting.” I throw the vibrator off the bed and roll over in a huff. I pretend what he just said isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“You did say you want to start being more open about our sex life,” he says. “I’m just saying.” I can tell by the tone in his voice that he’s amused. I hear the page turn, and I know he’s gone back to reading.
My mind goes somewhere it shouldn’t. I imagine masturbating in front of him. Would he touch himself while he watches?
Would we come together?
My sex clenches as I imagine how hot that would be.
Fuck, where did that come from?
Stop it.
He grabs my hipbone and pulls me back sharply to sit snugly against him. The heat of his touch begins to travel through my system. Like chocolate near a flame, melting as it gets hotter.
Fuck this. I need sex.
Two years is too long, and I need it hard. Really hard. Deep, hard fucking. The kind you are sore from.
I imagine hearing the slapping sound of people hard at it and, once again, my body tingles. I’m not normally this type of girl but I hope this date works out because god damn it, I need to get laid as soon as possible.
“Goodnight, Eliza.”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Tiny.” He pats me twice.
“Goodnight,” I squeak in a mouse voice.
He chuckles, and I smile against my pillow.
Any night with Nathan is a good night. Horny or not. As soon as I take care of this little libido problem I’m experiencing, everything will go back to feeling normal.
I close my eyes as I try to force myself to fall asleep.
But I can’t, because images of Nathan naked are running through my mind…and there’s a lot to look at…trust me on this one. Perhaps I’m traumatised from seeing his dick in the hallway tonight, I smile into my pillow as I remember it. What a visual sensation…. he could totally do porn.
I exhale heavily, it’s going to be a long night.
* * *
It’s Thursday, and I’m walking into the hospital cafeteria to meet Samuel. I feel awkward and weird. Hell, now I remember why I gave up dating.
Samuel stands and gives me a little wave.
“Hi.” I make my way over to the table and he bends and kisses my cheek.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
I smile nervously and fall into the seat. “Yes, fancy that.”
“What do you want to eat? I’ll grab it.”
“Oh, that’s okay,”
“No, I insist.”
“Thanks. I’ll have a toasted ham and cheese sandwich with a mineral water, please.”
“Okay, back in a minute.” He disappears to the counter to order. I watch him for a moment. He really is very good-looking.
I take out my phone and text the girls.
I remember why I don’t date.
This shit is nerve wracking.
They won’t get my message until they finish work, but whatever. I feel better by sending it.
I stuff my phone back into my bag, knowing I need to get a handle on these nerves.
Samuel comes back and sits at the table. “It will be a few minutes.”
“What did you get?” I ask to make conversation.
“Toasted focaccia and coffee.” He smiles over at me. “So, where did you say you’re going to this weekend?”
“Oh.” I frown. “Birthday celebrations.”
“Nice.” He raises his eyebrow. “Do you need a chaperone?”