Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 139147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
So it was perfect, but it gave me something else to be nervous about, because right on schedule, I’d started my period.
Every woman’s lot, the constant worry about leakage, when there couldn’t be anything more natural than a cycle (something I used when I peptalked myself into wearing all white).
I’d done a little shimmery-dewy-fresh makeup look that took half an hour but appeared effortless (I had a dab hand with a makeup brush), tucking some subtle iridescent pink in the inside corners of my eyes that made the cornflower blue of my irises pop. I curled chunky curls in my blonde hair, leaving it long to tumble over my shoulders and down my back, which meant a flowing hank of it often fell over my left eye. I’d added some mixed metal bangles to my left wrist, slipped my large, Ippolita mother-of-pearl ring on my right finger, but decided to let the sexy shoes and my tits in the tight tank do the heavy lifting.
So I was ready.
I headed to the door.
I opened it to Cap, in dark-wash jeans, a hickory-colored blazer, which contrasted beautifully with the flawlessly white button down stretched across his chest. He wore oxblood oxfords on his feet. And his hair was slicked back with a little lift on the full side of his part that was so delicious, my clitoris, especially, reacted positively toward it.
“What, do you jump the gate?” I asked in a tease.
It took me a sec to note Cap wasn’t in a teasing mood.
Cap was in a mood to make my nipples defy the light padding of the racerback bra that covered them, something I was sure they did as his gray-blue eyes roamed…
No.
Devoured me from head to toe.
Then I had his hands to my hips, I was pushed in, the door was slammed, I was turned, backed into it, and Cap was kissing me.
I didn’t hesitate.
Not for a moment.
I opened my lips, his tongue swept inside, he tasted like mint and man, so I wound my arms around his neck and pressed into him.
His arms around my waist pulled me closer as he took the kiss deeper.
Okay…
Okay…
Good God, this man could kiss.
Around about the time my clitoris signaled her maximum approval of his kissing abilities, he eventually pulled his mouth from mine, but didn’t go too far away, so our heavy breaths mingled as he growled, “I like what you’re wearing.”
“I got that,” I forced out.
“If I told you how I bypassed the gate code, I’d have to marry you.”
“At this exact moment, I’m not seeing an issue with that.”
He smiled.
I mentally swooned.
And straight up, my lip gloss glossing his lower lip and mustache did a seriously hot number on me.
The light in his eyes changed, as did his tone and the way he was holding me. Don’t ask me, he didn’t move, but I felt it go from sexy to supportive.
This happened before he asked, “Ready?”
I knew what he was asking.
Elsie Fay.
I nodded.
He stepped away, then yanked me sharply to his side as he had to shift to avoid Cleo and do this not falling down or letting me do so. A Cleo who was up in his space, sniffing his jeans at his calf.
“Is this Cleo?” he asked.
At her name, she jumped up on him, tail wagging her body.
She might be uncertain which way to swing at any given moment, but she was a girl, so she knew how to swing with Cap.
He let me go to bend to her and give her head a good rub.
Right.
Brilliant.
He liked dogs.
Totally might be willing to pay the price to learn how to bypass a gate code.
“How you doin’, girl?” he murmured, then jerked his head back while smiling when she tried to do what I fancied doing…lick his beard.
“Cleo, Cap. Cap, Cleo,” I introduced like she was human, and I carried on in that vein. “Now, Cleo, back off and be good. Cap and I are going to be out for a while.”
Cap gave her a gentle shove, she backed off and woofed.
“That’s right,” I said. “We’ll be gone for a few hours. So no time for ragers. I don’t want to come home to an apartment littered with pizza boxes and Solo cups and you getting it on with that cute Rottweiler who lives down the street.”
She wagged her tail at me then panted toward Cap.
I got that too.
I went to my chair to nab my big, Banana Republic Stella straw clutch. The second I was in reach of Cap, he reached, wrapping his hand around mine and leading me out the door.
Even though Cap made sure I was on the inside of the open walkway like any true gentleman would, I still saw Jacob smoking a joint by the pool with his latest squeeze (I hadn’t met her yet).
Alexis was also there. She lived directly across from me on the lower level (and she also had a massive crush on Jacob, but she was shy, which was probably why she was out there, to be close to him at the same time torture herself while he was hanging with one of his babes). She was preparing the barbeque, with a platter sitting on the table close to it covered in tin foil.