Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Will she do something about it?
No.
I have to stop thinking like that.
What we did last night was…
Fucking amazing.
I’m never going to recover from this girl. It’s inevitable we’re going to fall deeper and deeper into this thing together. We have to talk, though. I have to confess to Travis and then…
Hell, I don’t know what comes after.
“We should get dinner started,” Savvy says once we’re in the kitchen. “Want to help me?”
I should get changed out of my uniform, but I don’t want to leave her. Not with my emotions still burning so hot and wild. She’s perfectly at peace as she roots around in the freezer searching for something to cook.
It’s nice having a beautiful woman in our space.
Addicting.
I crowd her from behind and pull her hair around to expose her neck to me. She leans against my chest as my mouth finds her delicate skin. The chill from the freezer does nothing to cool the fiery burn that’s sizzling between us.
“I like this dress on you,” I murmur before sucking on her flesh. “It’s just short enough to drive me crazy.”
Her laugh is breathy. “Glad you like it.”
I roam my palms up her flat stomach and palm her breasts over the material. Her tits, so young and enticing, fit perfectly in my hands. My cock, hard and pressed against her lower back, likes the idea of spending hours worshipping her nipples with just my tongue and teeth.
“You’re distracting me,” she says softly. “I’m supposed to be making us dinner, but I can’t focus on anything but you.”
“Good.”
She shudders when one of my hands strays to her pussy. I’m sure she’s sore from last night, so I’m gentle as I touch her through her clothes.
“I know what I’d like to eat,” I tell her. “Have you ever had anyone lick your pussy, sweetheart?”
Her body stiffens. “What time will Travis be home?”
A cold dose of reality washes over me and my cock flags as dread creeps in. I can stay in this fantasy with Savvy, but it’s only so long before real life will swoop in and steal it away from us.
“Soon.” I kiss her neck before stepping away from her. “Why don’t you get this started and I’ll get changed? The last thing I need is for Travis to catch us like this.”
I rush out of the kitchen before I get sucked back into her sweetness.
By the time I shower, change into sweats and a T-shirt, and head back downstairs, the house smells delicious with whatever Savvy is cooking. And Travis is at the bar, sorting through the mail.
“Save me any hot water?” he asks, not looking up at me.
“I took an ice-cold shower, so yeah.” I clear my throat and shift on my feet. “Make it quick. We all need to talk.”
Travis snaps his head up and meets my guilty stare. Panic shines in his eyes. He runs his hand through is hair as though he’s nervous.
Can he sense that something’s wrong?
I’m certainly being weird as fuck and he’s no dummy.
“Go,” I say, voice firm. “Quickly.”
He races past me, chanting the word “fuck” under his breath repeatedly. It reminds me of a time I arrested some punk-ass kid who was going over a hundred miles per hour on Main Street at four in the morning in his daddy’s Porsche.
Why is Travis acting like someone who’s in trouble?
If anything, I should be the one freaking the fuck out right now.
“What are you making?” I ask, forcing all thoughts out of my head. “Smells good.”
“Nothing exciting,” she says with a tight laugh. “I found some frozen meatballs, so we’re having spaghetti. We need to get to the store, though. After being at Smoke & Sugar all week, I’ve picked up on a few things I’d like to try.”
“I’m off tomorrow. We can go then.” I approach her, but don’t touch her. “Need help?”
“Set the table. Once the garlic bread is done, we can eat.”
Because it keeps me from molding my body to hers again, I busy myself pulling out plates and silverware for the table. I grab a beer for myself and Travis, and a Dr. Pepper for Savvy. By the time she gets the food placed on the table, Travis joins us, hair dripping from his shower.
The food is good, and pride makes my heart swell. Savvy has grown up since we fought so hard for custody a year ago and failed. It’s like the teenage girl we wanted to help is no longer there. Her parents died and she was forced to become an adult. Now, she’s very much a woman who knows what she wants.
Dinner is awkward at first but then Travis tells us a story about finding mice in the attic of a client today. They’d eaten through the wiring and when he was replacing it, they kept running past him squeaking as if they were pissed at him undoing all their handiwork. It’s just the levity we need to relax. Plus, the beer doesn’t hurt.