Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“I have an apartment I’m paying for, and I can’t just live with you for the sake of living with you.” Her clothes hang next to mine in the closet. The drawers in the dresser are much the same. The small desk she had set up in her living room now stands next to mine in my home office. Everything else—books, magazines, and a few mementos—are currently in boxes in there as well.
“Who says you can’t?” She doesn’t reply for a moment, instead pulls out all the makings for sandwiches—bread, cheese, lunchmeat, tomatoes, lettuce, and condiments. Then she attacks the fruit containers as well. I’m about to make a comment about how much she can fit in her arms when she finally quits picking shit out of the fridge and walks toward the counter. “You’re the one saying you can’t, when all this between you and me, it’s fucking real. I’m not going anywhere. This,”—I point between the two of us—“what we have is not going anywhere, and neither are you.”
Danica stops what she was doing, leaves the food on the counter, and makes her way to where I’m standing until her neck is tilted up and my mine is tilted down. Her green eyes are full of an emotion I can’t quite put my finger on. So, I let her silence say enough until she’s ready to tell me what she needs to. This lasts entirely too long for my liking, us being on two opposites levels. Danica and her much smaller self, tiny is what she is compared to me. More than a foot shorter. The height difference would usually bother some people; it doesn’t me. Especially when she has to be on top, controlling how deep my cock can slide into her sweet little pussy.
My mouth waters at thinking about ending this self-imposed torture of keeping my dick out of her cunt this week while she recovers. Now that my conscience is clear because the doctor is happy with her recovery, I’m going to make it my mission to get inside her. My hands grip her small waist, and I lift her up. “Theo!” Her hands go to my shoulders, holding on as if I’d drop her. Fuck, that would never happen. Her ass meets the counter, and my hips move closer until I’m pressed right against her core. The thin leggings are no barrier. Her heat is intense, searing through the light fabric we’re both wearing. It wouldn’t take much to rip a hole in the seam, and knowing she’s bare beneath, I’d loosen the strings of my joggers, let my cock lose, and sink inside her until the thought of her leaving me vanishes.
“What, fairy, what excuse were you going to come up with next? Maybe you should look around, the bedroom, the office, the bathroom, and you’d see you are everywhere.” I pause between the last three words, letting them sink in.
“Fine, I’ll stay.” The tips of her fingers playing at the nape of my neck don’t convey the words or how she says them. Danica Powers is full of shit, and it doesn’t take much to shut her up when my mouth lands on hers. The soft whimper is all the access I need to slide my tongue inside, one hand at the nape of her neck, gently massaging her, and the other trailing up the length of her spine. Her taste is like a shot of whiskey, going straight to my head, and when her body relaxes against mine, giving me the majority of her weight, she’s right where I want her—putty in my hands and deep in my bones.
TWENTY-TWO
Danica
“You do realize I went from a woman who worked non-stop to one of leisure, don’t you?” I tell Mallory in her office a week later. Why I’m still on her payroll is a question no one will answer. Theo is still in super overprotective caveman mode, taking it to a whole new level. My job? Well, it’s basically cleaning the penthouse and going to school if I can’t do it online, and, well, I am freaking bored to tears.
“Honey, you were not a woman who worked non-stop; you worked your ass to the bone. Theo and I both want you to focus on schoolwork. If you’re that bored, please, for the love of God, take over some of the administrative crap in this place before I sell Clean and Gleam, find a hunky man, and go on a permanent vacation. Hell, maybe the hunk will feed me grapes while fanning me beneath the cabanas.” She wiggles her eyebrows. It’s then I notice there’s a mountain of paperwork on the sideboard when there usually isn’t. The office isn’t as clean as it usually is either. Hmm, something is going on with my boss and best friend. I can’t quite figure out what, but I’m going to.