Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I let my fingers roam over the curve of her waist, feeling the warm fabric and the way she leans her body into mine. A quick tug of the tie, and her robe opens, right as a soft sigh leaves her mouth. I gain the entrance I’ve been after all along, the taste I’ve been obsessing over explodes on my tongue, and I relish every fucking moment. Our kiss grows heavier, more consuming, unraveling one another in small ways: the grip on my skin, her soft purrs mixed with my own groan, and her undulating along my body. It only makes my dick harder, that much hungrier for my troublemaker. It’s also why I pull back instead of keeping this going.
“Like you in my shirt, troublemaker. Next time you steal my clothes, it’ll end up on the pile on the ground, and it won’t happen out here where we’ll be charged with indecent exposure.” Bee-stung lips, eyes blazing with lust, and goose bumps coating her flesh greet me.
“We’ll see about that.” She keeps lying to herself. That’s okay, because our time is coming.
“Enjoyed the taste, Coralynn. See you around.” I let her get one last look, noticing her gaze is locked on my cock. I shoot her a wink and then head toward my car and to work, well aware of the fact that the taste she just gave me isn’t going to last for long, and I’ll need another before the day is over.
THREE
Coralynn
“Good one, Coralynn Paker, good one.” I stay where I am, back against the wood door, hand cupping the doorknob, ready to make my great escape. Except this time around, Tony left before I could. And you are a stupid, stupid girl, letting the name Tony slip out because you were so fucked up on the high that’s his kiss, his presence, and his cock, you didn’t realize what you said. Now, he knows what I call him, he knows that I stole his shirt, and he knows how he makes me feel.
I watch as his taillights slowly fade into the distance before I move, and the first thing I do is close my robe while grumbling under my breath about Anthony “Tony” Gallo. The hottest doctor who gets under my skin, soaks my panties with one small smirk, and when his mouth is on mine, well, let’s just say I’m ready to abandon all logical sense. I grab my peppermint candy, feeling the nip in the air and realizing I’m going to freeze my tits off if I don’t get inside since the source of my heat has officially left my home.
My mouth waters when I look at the massive container, thinking about the many ways I can use them besides the usual. There’s baking, specifically cookies, and there’s one of my favorite holiday drinks: a peppermint delight. The possibilities are endless, and with the supply Tony gave me, I’m going to be well-stocked for at least a month.
I walk back into the house, frazzled from the kiss and the cold weather, only for my phone to start ringing. I ignore it for a moment, annoyed with myself for turning the ringer on in the first place, especially for the reason, too.
It’s official. I’m a lovelorn fool, exactly like my sister, except admitting that to myself is one thing, but saying it out loud is a different story entirely. My phone dances around the counter, the noise about to start up again when I glance down at the screen.
“Well, shit. Of course, my sister would call. What does she have, ESP or something?” I blow out a puff of air, hit the accept button, and then place her on speaker phone.
“About time you answered. It’s a good thing I’m not dying over here or busting the seams of my wedding dress.” There’s a slight panic to Shae’s tone, making me worry that the ultimate catastrophe has happened to my pregnant sister, with the wedding days away.
“Sorry, Tony stopped by to bring me peppermints,” I say without thought, too busy worrying about what we can do this last minute in the game. Or maybe I let it slip out in order to get her mind off the subject. It’s going to bring me more turmoil, but if it keeps her attention off the dress, I’d say my job as maid of honor is done. I rip the lid off the container, plastic screeching, and instantly inhale the cool and invigorating scent. The sharp, icy freshness similar to a breath of cold air is followed by a gentle herbal flavor before bursting into a slight menthol that tingles your senses.
“Excuse me, what the fuck did you just say?” Shae pauses. I unwrap a mint, the crinkling of plastic is the only noise heard from either side of the phone. “Luke, come here right now.” I roll my eyes. Leave it to my sister to bring on the dramatics.