Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Yes. Take your time,” he says, then swings his legs out of bed and pads toward the walk-in closet. The view of him naked is hard to look away from. He’s all long and muscular. His ass is spectacular. Firm and strong. Am I an ass woman? I just might be.
But then a terrible reminder of why his ass is so terrific lodges in my brain. He’s a triathlete. He works out with my father.
On that unpleasant reminder, I head to the bathroom and shut the door.
A few minutes later, I emerge, still naked and a little sore, but no longer sex-disheveled. Finn’s lying in bed, reading on a tablet, and wearing pajama pants.
Hello, view.
I’d like to whistle my appreciation. Those navy-blue pants are low-slung and sexy as hell. I stare. I can’t not.
“Liar,” I tease. “You do like pajamas.”
As he sets down the tablet on the nightstand, he meets my gaze. “So do you.” He’s busted me for ogling him.
“I told you I did,” I say, but I’m thinking I should have brought my bag up here so I wouldn’t have to walk downstairs naked to get dressed.
Awkward.
But Finn’s already up and out of bed, grabbing the shirt he wore earlier tonight. “Wear this to sleep in,” he says, and my belly flips from the sexy offer.
He closes the distance between us and hands me the shirt. I take it and slide my arms into it. It’s big on me, so I cuff the sleeves twice, then reach for the buttons to do them up. But he sets a hand over mine, stopping me. “Jules,” he says, like a low warning.
“Yes?”
“You look incredible in my shirt,” he says, then tugs on the panels, letting out another hungry sigh. “So fucking good.”
This man makes me feel like a goddess, especially as he buttons the shirt for me, stopping midway. He leaves it open at my cleavage, then runs a hand possessively over the tops of my breasts. “Perfect. These are perfect pajamas for you.”
My heart flutters. He makes me feel so wanted, especially when he curls a hand through my hair to draw me in for another kiss.
When he breaks it, I follow him downstairs, passing the landing on the second floor.
I stop for a second.
There’s a toy truck on a small table in the corner of the landing. I missed that on the way up.
When we reach the main level, and he flicks on the living room lights, my gaze lands on a framed photo on an end table. It’s a picture of a little boy scrambling up a jungle gym.
Immediately, I flash back to the box of cheddar bunnies on the kitchen counter, putting the clues together. “You have a kid?” My voice pitches up.
I had no idea Finn was a dad. But I didn’t know Finn was a dominating pleasure-giver either. So, there’s that.
He looks back at me, smiling in a whole new way. “I do. That’s Zach,” he says, pride in his tone as his eyes linger on the frame. “He’s seven now.”
Which means Finn had him when he was…I don’t even know his age.
And I’m curious. But I’m more curious about this new side of the man I’m spending one sordid night with. Finn’s a flirt, he’s a tease, and he’s a dirty talker. He’s a giver. He’s a friend. And he’s a doting father.
Which makes me strangely sad for a few seconds. So much separates us. Even if my dad weren’t between us, we’re far apart in our lives. I’m just starting my career. He’s at the pinnacle. He’s parenting. I don’t even have a cat, and don’t get me started on plants. My thumb is one hundred percent black.
I try to shake off the differences.
Obviously Zach isn’t here tonight. I’m curious where he is, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to ask. Besides, he’s probably with Finn’s ex-wife.
“He’s with his grandparents,” Finn adds, as if reading my thoughts, something he’s becoming scarily good at.
“Oh, it’s nice that they’re close,” I say. But I’m not sure I want to spend too much time on the topic of family. We might get too close to my family.
“Actually, I share custody with them,” he adds as we reach the kitchen.
My brow knits. Sharing custody with grandparents is unusual. But I do my best not to pry since I wouldn’t like it if he did it to me. “He seems like a happy kid.”
“He is. I’m very lucky,” Finn says, beaming like he’s glowing inside. “I’ve been getting to know him for the last eight months. I didn’t know I had a kid until then, so it’s been an adjustment. But a damn good one.”
That’s huge, and now I’m dying to know more, maybe over pizza. Finn opens the fridge, takes out a red and white box, and says, “This is from Zach’s favorite place. But his eyes are bigger than his stomach, so there’s plenty for any ridiculously sexy pizza lovers in the kitchen right now.”