Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“I can take you in my mouth, and you can come down my throat,” I say, and his body stills, his eyes get heated.
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble,” he tells me. “This weekend, pack a bag,” he says.
“Where am I going?” I ask him, and he steps closer but not close enough for me to snatch him.
“Jack is sleeping over at Michael’s Saturday night. I want you in my bed.”
“That is some offer.” I swing my leg a little, making my tits jiggle a little.
“Not an offer,” he says, this time coming back between my legs. His hand cups me while he twists my nipples. “You can come with me or I can drag you there. Either way”—he leans in—“the night ends with me in you.” He kisses my neck then and walks out of the apartment, leaving me all riled up in the dark.
I wait on the island for a couple of minutes to get myself together, tucking my breast in and going to lock the door. I walk back to my bed and fall right asleep. Waking in the morning, I wonder if I dreamed the whole thing, but after one look at my left breast and the beard burn on it, I know I didn’t. I smile to myself the whole time I choose my beige slacks with a black short-sleeve knitted sweater. Grabbing a couple of bracelets and then my watch, I pull a thermos out of the cupboard.
Grasping my jacket on the way out, I make my way to the hospital. “Good morning,” I tell Mallory when I arrive and walk into the lounge and take off my jacket. Grabbing my lab coat, I make my way out.
The morning drags by; it’s a slow day, which is perfectly fine with me. I do my rounds and then read a couple of charts when my phone rings and I look down and see it’s Allison.
“Hello,” I say and then lean back in the chair.
“Hey, you,” she says. “I haven’t heard from you in forever.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “I spoke to you two days ago.”
“Which is forever ago, so what’s new?”
“What did you hear?” I ask her, laughing.
“Me?” she shrieks. “I heard nothing.”
I laugh. “What are your plans Saturday night? Want to come over?” she asks.
“I think I have plans.” I try to play it cool, and she just laughs.
“Yeah, you must have plans all right.”
“What are you getting at?” I ask her, looking around to make sure no one is around.
“Michael is having a sleepover on Saturday night. Jack is coming over.”
“Oh, really.” I feign surprise. “That’s nice.”
“Oh, cut the crap, missy. You are going to have your own sleepover, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” I say finally. “I may have been told to pack a bag.”
“Pack a bag?” she shrieks. “You need to show up naked with no bag or clothes.”
I laugh out loud. “I’m going to the hockey game before, and I think there is a law about showing up in public naked. Not to mention my lady bits might get frozen.”
“Okay, fine, but you don’t need a bag. You need some kick-ass lingerie,” she says and then tells me to hold on. I close the file and hear her come back on the phone again. “I’m back. And I brought reinforcements,” she says. “Vivi, say hi.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I say under my breath.
“You rang,” she says, laughing.
“Denise is having a sleepover on Saturday, and he told her to pack a bag.”
“Pack a bag?” Vivienne says. “Of toys or condoms?”
“Oh, for the love of god,” I say while Allison laughs.
“I told her to forget the bag and show up naked,” Allison says, and Vivienne hums.
“She has the right idea,” Vivienne says. “What lingerie are we looking at?”
“I have no idea. I have to check my drawer.”
“Oh, Cherie,” Vivienne says, “with a man like Zack, you need something a little bit classy, a little bit sassy, and a lot slutty.”
“We should go shopping,” Allison says, and Vivienne agrees.
“How is tomorrow?” she asks, and Allison answers, “I’m free.”
“So am I,” I say, knowing if I don’t, she is going to get me anyway.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun,” Vivienne says. “We should visit that sex shop that just opened.”
“Vivienne, no sex shops. Not after last time,” Allison says, and Vivienne groans.
“Fine,” she says, and we make plans to meet tomorrow afternoon. I put it in my phone when a text pops up from Zack.
Will you join us for dinner?
I smile, looking down at it, and answer.
Yes.
I finish my day, and Zack and Jack are waiting for me when I walk out the door. Both with big smiles, both wearing the same Stingers beanie.
“Well, hello, handsome,” I say to Jack, kissing his cheek as he smiles. “And Handsome’s dad,” I say, kissing Zack’s cheek.