Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Ellie: But you do have a big appetite so…
Gabe: Damn, woman. You type too fast. And for the record, keep doing all of those things. I want them all. I need them all. But know this—if I jack off after I see you, it’s because I am insatiable for you. And I am picturing the next thing we’ll do. Like when I see you tonight.
Ellie: Acceptable answer.
Gabe: As I was trying to say, what didn’t take long is that my mom already called. Guess she heard from your mom.
Ellie: Telephone works fast in our little hometown! Tongues are clearly wagging about our upcoming appearance this weekend.
Gabe: The book club ladies are buzzing about us. My mom called as I was heading to the gym. Wanted to talk all about you. I bet my dad will call any second too, since Mom tells him everything and vice versa.
Ellie: So what did your mom say? Did she give you a hard time? I hope not! *bites nails*
Gabe: No. Why would you say that?
Ellie: I guess maybe because I was the girl you babysat?
Gabe: And I was a perfect gentleman those nights. For the record, I never once thought of you naked until that eggnog party when you were in college, and you officially became the sexiest person I’d ever seen in my life.
Ellie: Wow. I’m flattered.
Gabe: It’s the truth.
Ellie: For the record, you gave me my first orgasm when I was fifteen.
Gabe: WHAT???
Ellie: I had a crazy crush on you when I was a teenager.
Gabe: Whoa.
Ellie: Does that freak you out?
Gabe: Should it?
Ellie: I hope not. I truly hope not.
Gabe: Then it doesn’t freak me out. Because you’re all woman now, and I’m with the woman. Not the girl.
Ellie: *Breathes again* I was worried my teenage fantasies would scare you.
Gabe: We all have fantasies, sweetheart. It’s what, when, and with whom we explore them that matters.
Ellie: I’m enjoying our explorations. I have fantasies about other scenarios. Student and teacher, strangers at a bar, you name it.
Gabe: Both sound fun, especially strangers at a bar. I’d say something like Is this seat taken?
Ellie: I’d say now it is. Bet we’d be great strangers. Then we’d get a cup of coffee in the morning, and I’d feel like we had a delicious secret.
Gabe: When I take you out in public, I get a thrill that I’m the only one who knows your private side.
Ellie: Me too.
Gabe: Can’t wait to explore more tonight, my sweet, dirty girl.
Ellie: I’ll be on my best behavior when I see you later.
Gabe: I won’t.
17
YOU HAVE THE RIGHT
Gabe
Hands curled tightly around the wheel of my Tesla, I wait on the side of the road, on alert.
The faint glow from a streetlamp in the distance lights the curvy stretch of Mulholland Drive up here in the hills.
I have to tamp down this buzz of anticipation. Need to stay in the moment. Can’t let the thrill of the fantasy get the better of me before she even arrives.
I check my phone. Her Google Map alert says she’s almost here.
The second I hear the soft purr of an electric convertible winding around the bend, I start the engine.
It is on.
A few seconds later, she flies past me.
I jerk my car onto the road, gun the gas, and flash my headlights. Bright and fast in her rearview mirror.
She pulls into a turnout a hundred or so feet away.
I pull in behind her and cut the engine. My pulse is already spiking. I’ve wanted this for so damn long.
I’ve played in the goddamn Super Bowl, yet I’m somehow even more excited for this fantasy. I don’t even know why. I just want this. So damn much.
I cut the engine and stride over to her, taking my sweet-ass time like a cop would do even though I want to touch her so damn badly.
When I reach the driver’s side window, I tap on it.
She rolls it down, flashing an innocent but curious grin. “Was I speeding, officer?”
“You know you were,” I tell her. “You got someplace to be?”
Her pretty pink lips form a taunting O. “I have to get to this hot guy’s house. You understand, right?”
I grunt, then shake my head. “No,” I say sternly. “You better not be speeding to get to some other man.” I bend to lean on the window.
“But officer, he makes me sooo wet,” she says, then subtly, ever so subtly, spreads her thighs.
A wild rumble fills my chest. She’s going to test all my control.
“Get out,” I command.
She bats her lashes. “But don’t you want to see my license and registration? Or are you forgetting how to do your job?”
“Don’t tell me how to do my job. For that, you need to spread your legs,” I order.
“Ooh, you’re a bad cop,” she says, nibbling on the corner of her lips.