Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Jesus, what the hell were you doing?” he says, looking at me up and down. “Your hair is messed up and everything.” He puts his hand on his mouth. “Oh my God,” he shrieks out loud as Max opens his door and comes outside. “Were you having face sex?”
“What the hell is that?” I ask him as I pat my hair down, and when I see him still staring, I tie it up.
“It’s when you FaceTime, but have sex doing it. FaceSex.” He looks at Max. “You do that, right?”
Max shakes his head and tries to hide his smile.
“You were doing face sex with your asshole boyfriend,” Matthew says angrily.
“Why is he an asshole?” I tilt my head to the side.
“What guy dates a girl and doesn’t meet her family?” he asks me back.
“A sane one who doesn’t have to deal with his girlfriend’s neurotic family members.” I smile back and he frowns. “What do you want?”
“I want to go for dinner. Most of the team is going and we want to treat you to dinner as a thank you for today.” He looks over at Max, who has just stepped out of his room and is taking in the scene. “You in?”
Max nods.
“Okay, well, I have to go make myself less flushed.” I wink at him. “Let me tell my guy I’ll call him back.” I close the door as Matthew yells and Max laughs. I open the door a second later as Matthew points at me.
“I’m telling Mom and Dad about your face sex.”
“Yes, you should and then explain to them what it is and how you know about it. By the way, I am never touching your phone again.” I shake my head with a grimace as I turn to walk and grab Max’s hand. He slides his fingers with mine and I jerk my hand free, forgetting that Matthew is right in front of us. I look at him as he looks at the floor and shakes his head.
We get in the elevator and follow everyone to dinner. It’s a sports bar and they are all watching another game on the television. We don’t sit with each other and I’m a little pissed about it. It just gets worse as the night goes on as the waitresses all hover over the guys, Max included, and I get up and leave. I whisper to Matthew that I’ll see him tomorrow and walk back to the hotel. I get into my room and get myself ready for bed. I close off the light and the side door opens.
“Where the fuck did you go?” He stands there, taking off his hat, and tossing it on the desk.
I lean up on my elbow. “Obviously you’re confused as to what I’m doing considering I’m in my hotel room in my pjs going to bed.”
He stands there with his hands on his hips. “What’s the problem, Allison?”
I glare at him. “I don’t have a problem, Max, I was tired. So I came back. What’s the matter, did all the attention get to you?”
“You’re jealous.” He smiles and I flip the covers off of me to stand up, forgetting that I’m wearing just my white lace cheeky panties and matching lace bralette, standing up.
“I was so not jealous,” I say to him. His eyes rake over me and I look down and then look back up.
“You’re naked.” Are the only two words he says. “I can see everything.”
You can’t really see anything. Okay, fine, you can see my nipples a bit and, well, my vagina is on display. “Who cares? You’re my boyfriend. Does me standing here offend you? Is it because I’m not bigger in the boob area, or is it because I’m too skinny?” I throw my hands up and I’m almost tackled into the bed, as I feel exactly what he’s going through right in the middle.
“We can’t do this,” he says, shaking his head. “Not like this.”
“Max, I’m going to say something right now and I hope you get offended.” He looks at me confused. “I’d really like to go past the kisses stage. For the love of God, grab my tits, my ass, fuck,” I say breathless and try to buck him off of me, but obviously he’s like an ox. “Fine, stay there. I’d like to touch your penis, but I’m afraid that you don’t want me to.”
He gets up on his knees. “Okay, number one, I wasn’t interested in anyone at that restaurant, except my girlfriend who was sitting five fucking tables over. Second, you’re fucking perfect. All of you is perfect. Your tits are fucking perfect. I’ve jerked off to the thought of them at least five times this week, and it’s only fucking Wednesday.” He pulls off his shirt. “And my penis really wants to be touched, like really really, but I don’t want to pressure you. So I go at your pace.”