Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” I ask, pulling back, but he tugs me up the steps.
“Let’s see if the door opens.”
My eyes widen. “Are you crazy? We can’t do that.”
“Who’s going to stop us?”
I tug harder, trying to pull back, and scan the area to make sure no one is witnessing this crime in progress. “You’re going to get us arrested.”
“Hey, I haven’t let you get arrested up to this point. I’m not going to start now.”
I shoot him a look as he drags me to the door. “Tor.”
He tugs on the handle, and to my relief, it doesn’t budge.
Of course it doesn’t.
Because the library is closed, and only degenerates would try to break into a library.
“Oh wait,” Tor says, then he reaches into his pocket and produces a key, a mischievous glint in his pretty blue eyes. “I should try this.”
“How did you get that?” I demand, wide-eyed. “That’s not really the key to the library… right?”
He cocks an eyebrow, then pushes the key into the lock.
The door opens.
I gasp, casting an urgent look behind us. “Tor, we can’t. We aren’t allowed—”
He grabs my hand again, pulling me into the building. “What did I tell you about always following the rules?”
I open my mouth to object with more vehemence, but as soon as we clear the massive CALHOUN UNIVERSITY entry rug, I see a path of rose petals in front of us.
My jaw falls open as my eyes follow the path, then jump to Tor. “What’s this?”
He smirks, leading me with less tugging now that I’m stunned into submission. “The second half of our date night.”
My jaw actually can’t open any wider, but it tries.
He hauls me along the path of rose petals, and a moment later, I’m flabbergasted by what I see.
The study area has been transformed into a cozy movie-watching space with a bed in the center of the room surrounded by candles and topped with pillows and blankets. The only table has a bowl of popcorn, two drinks in big movie theater cups, chocolate-covered strawberries, and candy set out on top. A projector has been set up, and across from the bed, a large movie screen.
I look over at Tor, my jaw aching from hanging open for so long. “Are you kidding me?” I ask. “How did you do this?”
His hand finds my hip and he pushes me toward the setup. “You can get anything done if you know the right people.”
I don’t even have words. “This is…”
“Like our first date,” he supplies. “You like it?”
I look back at him, my eyes full of emotion. “I love it. Thank you so much. This is so… criminal, but so sweet.”
He laughs, turning me and pulling me in for a kiss. “That’s kind of our thing, isn’t it?”
I smile against his mouth. “I hope you have a plan for after we get expelled for trespassing.”
“I always have a plan,” he says with a mischievous smirk, then he pulls me over toward the bed. “Get comfortable. I’ll grab the snacks.”
I grin as I set my purse aside and climb onto the big, comfy bed. “What are we watching?”
“You’ll see.”
I roll my eyes playfully. “You and your surprises.”
I love his surprises, though. I really feel like I’ve won the lottery with him. Our relationship is such a priority to him, and he doesn’t get caught up in the stress of things the way I do. When we spend time together, we always find a way to make things fun.
Sometimes we have Stepford date nights which are more for Tor, but I enjoy them, too. It doesn’t bother me as I once thought it would (and frankly, it’s not the worst habit he picked up growing up the way he did), but the feminine Stepford wife style is definitely what he prefers. I certainly don’t mind getting all dolled up for him and going out for the occasional Stepford night. I don’t overdo it as much as I did at home when it was just us and I wasn’t embarrassed to goof off and be over-the-top, but I’ll still fuss over him and express exaggerated appreciation over every little thing while gazing at him like he hung the moon.
We do praise dates sometimes too, and those are more for me, though Tor also enjoys them. The gold-star-seeking people pleaser in me absolutely loves it when he praises me, so on praise date nights, that’s the theme. He’s very, very good at making me feel beautiful and appreciated and special, and at the end of a praise date, my cup is always overflowing.
We do have our less wholesome role-playing sometimes too, but we like to keep that in the privacy of our own home. I gave him free use of my body before we even moved to Boston, so if I wake up to his cock inside me and his hand clamped over my mouth… well, I don’t mind so much anymore.