Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“I’m not dumb. You’re dumb!” He pushed her, and of course, she pushed him back.
“Stop breathing my air!” she screamed.
“You’re breathing my air!”
“Oh my God! It’s not even eight yet, and you’re already fighting. Enough! One more word out of either of you and you’re going into a time-out.”
“No, Mama!” Haven whined. “I hate time-out.”
Haiden didn’t reply; he simply pulled Haven’s hair.
“Ouch!”
Before she could retaliate, he sprinted off, and Haven chased after him.
“You can’t catch me!” he taunted.
“I’m going to catch you and kick your butt!”
“Haven!” I chastised, and Aspyn laughed.
“See, what’s not to love about your twins? They’re beyond entertaining.”
“You’re only saying that because you’re my best friend, and they're basically your niece and nephew.”
“Nah, I’m being honest.”
I spent the rest of the morning trying to stop them from trying to kill one another until my phone dinged with a text message.
How many times have you thought about me today?
I grinned, texting back. Miles?
Who the fuck is Miles?
I knew it was Ashton, but I wanted to keep him on his toes. Who is this?
Your hero.
Ohhhh… Hi, Mike.
Now I know you’re fucking with me. Not nice, Sage. After what you put my balls through.
How are your balls?
Ready to be in your pouty little mouth.
My eyes widened.
Are you going to continue playing hard to get? Because I’ll tell you right now, I always play to win. What time am I picking you up?
I never said I’d go on a date with you.
It’s why I’m not asking.
I giggled. Why did he have to be so freaking cute? Are you always this persistent with the women you want to take to bed?
No. You’re one of a kind.
Ashton, you can’t say things like that to me.
Try to stop me, sweetheart. I’ll pick you up at seven on Friday.
He couldn’t pick me up. I don’t know if you’re a serial killer yet. I’ll meet you there.
Oh, I am. Guilty as charged for wanting to murder that pussy.
ASHTON!
It doesn’t make me a serial killer if I want to tie you up and have you at my mercy.
I’m done sexting now.
If this were sexting, you’d send me a picture of your gorgeous tits.
I palmed my forehead.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Shutting the door to my bedroom, I pulled down my top a little and snapped a picture of my cleavage in my lacy bra. This was one thing I always did for myself. I bought sexy bras and panties—it didn’t matter that I was the only person who saw them. It still made me feel sexy.
Seconds later, a text message appeared with Ashton standing in front of a mirror with his shirt pulled up. His abs and muscular chest were fully on display as if I was at a candy shop.
Another text quickly appeared from him. I showed you mine, now show me yours.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, I pulled down my bra and snapped one more photo. Flashing him.
Ding.
And there was Ashton in all his glory. A picture of his hard-on through his black slacks, and let me tell you…
He wasn’t lying about the big dick. His cock was so huge I didn’t know if I’d be able to take it. If it wasn’t for the ring I recognized on his finger, then I’d say it wasn’t him. This was like porn star dick. I didn’t even know cocks like his were a real thing outside of the entertainment industry.
Maybe I should practice my oral skills?
After shaking away the thought and if it would fit in my mouth without gagging or throwing up on him, I read his text.
Thanks for the visual, going to put it to use now. See you Friday.
I spent the rest of the day imagining his huge cock. I had no idea what I was doing or how I would make this work. I never kept my kids a secret, and there I was, trying to hide them from a guy I could see myself falling for.
“Don’t fall in love with me, Sage.”
Ashton’s words rang through my mind the entire day. I didn’t want to fall for him, but I was beginning to think I had no choice in the matter.
I was a single mom of twins, going on an official date with the ultimate playboy. I needed to guard my heart, except…
My heart had always wanted him.
Now more than ever before.
Chapter 11
—Ashton—
I walked into Sawyer’s exam room. He was working at the hospital. He was always fucking working. This was the only way I could talk to him, and this was important. I had to tell someone, and I figured Sawyer would be the one who would understand me the best. Not that I wasn’t close to Leo and Cain, but Leo was wrapped around Mila’s pussy, and Cain was busy with his catamaran business.
My boy was living the dream in St. Thomas. He was actually selling the dream, to be exact. As in he catered to couples who were trying to reconnect and bring love back into their relationship. He’d take them offshore for a week or two, so the husbands could fish while the wives relaxed, sunbathed, and Cain’s “wife” took sexy pictures of her to give to the husband. They’d have moonlight dinners where they danced under the stars.