Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“You’re not the type to just jump into something.”
“No?”
“No, you’re the type who is looking for her happy ever after.”
And she was guessing he didn’t think he could be that for her. But maybe she could show him differently.
He moved his hand back down to her thigh. “Part your legs.”
She breathed out deeply as she moved her legs apart.
“More.”
She missed the feel of his hand on her neck, massaging out the tension. But then his fingers grazed the inside of her thigh, making her gasp. And that was through the material of her pants. She could only imagine how good his touch would feel on her bare skin.
“Be quiet, little bit,” he warned. “And widen your legs further.”
He slid his hand further up her leg, toward her pussy. This was . . . he couldn’t . . . it was insane. She’d never done anything like this before. Was she really doing this now?
But they were in a dark booth and the tablecloth went down to the floor, which meant no one could see what he was doing.
However, she felt certain that if they took one look at her, they’d know exactly what he was doing to her.
“Good girl,” he told her, stilling his hand as the server returned with their food.
She stared down at the steak, potato gratin, and charred broccoli with little interest. She needed him to move his fingers up closer to where she wanted them the most.
Lord, she hoped that her vibrator had working batteries. Because there was no way she was getting to sleep tonight unless she took care of the need pulsing through her.
“Eat your dinner, little bit.”
Turning, she stared up into his eyes and licked her lips. “I’m not that hungry anymore.”
Well, not for food. But for something else . . .
He removed his hand with a shake of his head. She let out a noise of protest, wanting to snatch his hand back and put it where it would do the most good.
“Don’t stop touching me,” she whispered.
“Be a good girl and eat your dinner. Then you’ll get a reward.”
“Is this the equivalent of if you don’t eat your vegetables, then you don’t get dessert?”
His lips twitched. “Something like that.”
“You do know I’m not a child.”
“I know that you’re still talking rather than eating. And that naughty girls don’t get rewards.”
Well, she didn’t want to be naughty.
At least, she didn’t think so.
When she started to eat, though, her appetite soon came roaring back.
“Oh man, this food is delicious.” And she probably looked like a pig, stuffing food in her mouth. Especially when she took in his impeccable manners.
Honestly, he seemed to eat without even eating. There were no crumbs in his beard or down his shirt. He didn’t chew too loudly. Or clang his knife against the plate.
How did he do it?
“Are you even human?” she asked, staring at him.
“Sorry?”
“You just eat so perfectly.”
“Uh, well. I had lessons.”
“You had lessons?” she asked. What did that even mean? “On how to eat?”
“Sort of. On table manners, etiquette, things like that.”
“Wow. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look like the sort of guy to take etiquette lessons.”
“Well, I didn’t take them last week,” he told her. “This was when I was younger. Keep eating.”
“I don’t know. I’m a mess. Look at me. Yikes. How did I spill something on my boob? Stupid boobs,” she muttered, reaching for her napkin. “They’re always catching food.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He stilled her hand.
“But I look so messy, and you look so perfect.”
“Appearances can be deceptive, little bit. I am far from perfect. And you . . . you are perfection personified.”
Lord. He really did say all the right things. Could be he was just saying these things to get in her pants.
She finished eating and sat back with a groan. “That was delicious. And I’m full.”
“You did an excellent job.” He brushed his fingers along the inside of her thigh then cupped her pussy. “Well done.”
“I’ve always been good at eating.” She groaned. “And I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Did you always want to run a bakery?” he asked her.
“Not really. I really wanted to be a superhero, unfortunately that didn’t pan out. My grandpa owned the bakery, and he taught me to bake. And I do love baking and creating things. Not so much the day-to-day business stuff.”
“You work long days?”
“Yeah. I was nearly late this morning because of my stupid car. Which would have been a disaster since I don’t have anyone else to do the baking. But you don’t want to hear about my boring day.”
“I want to hear everything about you. I doubt it was boring.”
“Oh, it totally was. I got up, had to send several prayers to the car gods to get my car started, got to work, baked all day, hid out in the back, and had my niece tell me how terrible I am at talking to men. Oh, and she offered to set me up with some of her boyfriend’s friends who like fat, older women. And then some sexy guy came racing into the bakery, swept me off my feet and brought me out for the best dinner I’ve ever had.”