Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 28062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
I sniff again. “Okay.”
I pull back and reach for his belt buckle. He sucks in a breath as I undo the belt, the button, and then slowly lower the zipper. His hands fist at his sides, and he hisses a breath as I pull the denim down his thighs. His hard manhood is tented under his shorts, and I do my best not to ogle him, but he’s pretty impressive. He steps out of the jeans, and then I reach for his shorts. His hands stops me. “Dolly, I’ll come right here and now if you have your hands on me.” He’s shaking his head. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t talk to you like this, but with you bent down in front of me, I only have one thing on my mind, and now is not the time.”
I stand up with a huff, feeling the heat in my cheeks. “Well, how exactly do you plan on getting these off?”
He gestures to the shower. “Turn the water on, will you, honey?”
I do what he asks, and I hear him jostling around behind me. When I turn around, his shorts are off, he’s fully hard, and he’s walking toward the shower. I sidestep him, but there’s no looking away. He’s magnificent. He stands under the water, and I’m not lying, I think his dick twitches as I stare at him.
I force my mouth closed and shake my head. He’s watching me stare at him. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t…”
He grabs a sponge and squirts some soap on it before running it across his abdomen. “Don’t apologize. I like it when you watch me.”
His hand travels down his chest, his abdomen and lower belly, and when he gets to his fully erect manhood, a whimper escapes me. “Uh, I’m going to be standing right by the door. Unless you need my help… I mean of course you don’t. You got this. I’ll be right here.”
I practically choke on the words, and as soon as I step out of the bathroom, I lean against the wall and try to catch my breath.
Only a few minutes go by and I hear the shower go off. I warn him, “I’m coming in.”
I walk into the bathroom as he’s wrapping a towel around his waist. I pick up the dirty clothes and drop them in the laundry basket and then follow him into the bedroom. “Where’s your pajamas?”
He chuckles. “I don’t wear pajamas.”
I gulp. “Uh, okay. Underwear?”
He nods. “Second drawer.”
I grab the shorts from the drawer and walk over to him. I can do this, and I won’t ogle him this time. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. I stop and bend down in front of him. “Lift.”
He grunts and lifts a foot, stepping into the leg of his shorts. He does the other one, and I slowly stand, lifting the material up his legs. He grabs them when I get to his thighs and finishes the job. He pulls the towel off once he’s clothed, and I try not to let my disappointment show because yes, I was hoping for another peek.
I grab his arm and lead him over to the bed. I gently push him down, put the TV remote in his hand, and then point at him. “Can I trust you to sit right here until I get back? I’m going to go heat up some food for you.”
He sets the remote down. “I’ll go with you.”
I put a hand on his bare chest. “You should be resting.”
He gives me a look. “Dolly, you’re in my house. I’m going to take full advantage and spend as much time with you as I can. So you’re sorta stuck with me.”
I swear my heart does a little flip in my chest. If this man keeps saying sweet things to me, I’m going to get naked and make a fool of myself.
He stands up and walks beside me. “Come with me to check in on Ace first.”
I would tell him no, but the way he grabs my hand and laces our fingers together, I know I’d follow him anywhere. We walk silently through the house, up the stairs and down the hallway to Ace’s room. The door is ajar, and Tucker pushes it open. We walk into the room, and Ace is softly snoring. Tucker gets a big smile on his face watching his son, and my heart melts a little.
Quietly, we leave the room and follow the same path down into the kitchen. I push him gently into a stool at the island. “Sit.”
I pull out a container from the Italian restaurant that Ace and I picked up dinner from. I put it in the microwave.
“What do you want to drink?”
“Water is fine.”
I fill up a glass with water from a carafe in the fridge and set it down in front of him. He chugs the whole glass, and I laugh.