Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Well, I’m sweaty as hell, so you better back up unless you want to get my stink all over you.”
“Mmm,” I said, kissing him again in a way he didn’t even pretend to resist. “Lucky for me, I love to smell you all over me. Sweaty or not.” This time, Alex grabbed two strong handfuls of my ass and yanked me in to deepen the kiss. As our tongues met, I locked my arms around his damp neck and rolled my hips against his in a shameless search for friction. Despite the exhaustion of hours spent hauling boxes, my cock was energized and ready to play.
We made out in the elevator until Alex finally broke away. “Let’s get these boxes inside,” he said, breathing harder than pre-make out. “This is the last load. Then we can shower and rest.”
His mouth said rest, but his eyes said fuck until we pass out.
I grinned, still plastered to his sticky shirt, though to be fair, mine was just as nasty. “Okay, you take the heavier one,” I said, referring to the final two boxes.
Rolling his eyes, Alex grunted. “Shocker.”
I grabbed the box on top, labeled Nicole Linens, and hoisted it onto my shoulder. “Sweet, this one is light. How’s yours?”
Alex glanced down at the box labeled Alex Textbooks, then glared at me.
“Make sure you use your legs, not your back.” I must not have been as successful in schooling my smirk as I assumed because he narrowed his eyes and flipped me off before squatting down to retrieve the hefty box.
I couldn’t help but admire the way his workout shorts stretched across his ass when he crouched.
“Stop staring and carry your box inside,” he grumbled as he straightened with the heavy box in his arms.
Busted.
A wide grin spread across my lips as I stayed where I was, watching his ass flex as he walked away. Elation and excitement wound around each other inside me, making my heart flutter like a romcom heroine. “Alex?”
“Yeah?” He called over his shoulder as he stepped out of the elevator toward the penthouse he’d now call home.
“I’m not sure if I told you, but I’m happy we’re living together now. Really happy.” Ecstatic to be precise.
He paused, then turned back to face me. Those strong biceps I loved bulged from the substantial load, making my tongue tingle with the urge to lick along the thick swell.
“You’ve mentioned it.”
Of course, I had. Probably a million times, but he’d been so caught up in his own reservations about the decision, I wanted to make sure it sank in how much I wanted him permanently in my space. Living together, including his mother, was not a sacrifice or a compromise on my part. I craved Alex to be by my side every day and night. Initially, Alex claimed I made the offer out of a feeling of obligation or a desire to help him and Nicole with their admittedly difficult situation. While helping was a side benefit, I was way more selfish than Alex understood. Whatever I had to do to glue him to my side, I’d do.
“I’m happy too,” he mumbled before continuing into the penthouse, leaving me beaming in the elevator like a lunatic.
I grabbed the final box, hit the button to resume elevator functions, then hurried into the penthouse. After depositing the box in Nicole’s room, I made my way to the master suite. As much as I didn’t mind having Nicole live with us, I was glad her bedroom and bathroom were clear across the penthouse. Alex and I would have plenty of privacy on our side of the penthouse—privacy to do all sorts of filthy things to each other without worrying about being overheard.
Of course, he’d worried our sex life would suffer as a result of living with his mom. More accurately, he was worried I would have a problem with our sex life. “We won’t be able fuck anywhere anytime around here like we do now if she lives with us. You understand that, right?” he’d asked with uncertainty in his overthinking gaze.
First, I never backed down from a challenge, so I’d be finding all the ways to sneak an extra orgasm out of him in random corners of the penthouse, and secondly, it would not be a problem. Despite her limited mobility, Alex’s mom was very social and spent eight hours a day at a day program away from home. She also had a network of friends who kept her busy many evenings. They were wonderful women who’d known her for years and had no problem making the accommodations necessary so she could participate in their activities.
Alex and I would have plenty of alone time to get our freak on. If we could fuck like rabbits and avoid getting caught in a crowded club, we could make it happen in our own home. And if we struggled to get overly creative, there was always the bed. Who had a problem with a conventional fuck in a bed? Not me. In fact, maybe I should prove it to him now.