Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Hi, this is Officer Samuels from the Denver Police Department,” a feminine voice says through the phone, bringing me to a stop in the doorway. “Is Xander Phillips available?”
“Oh, hi. This is Charli. I spoke with you last night,” I say, realizing this is about Xander’s attack. “He’s asleep. Can I pass along a message for him to call you back?”
“Sure thing, Charli. How is Xander doing today? He had quite the night,” she says.
“To be honest, he’s being a stubborn ass,” I scoff.
“Yeah, well. He is a man after all. You shouldn’t have expected anything less,” she chuckles to herself. “Anyway, the reason for my call is, I wanted to let Xander know that CCTV did indeed catch the footage of the attack. We shouldn’t have any issues positively identifying his attackers, and that has a lot to do with the names you supplied last night.”
“Oh, wow. That’s great news.”
“Indeed, it is. They’ll be charged, and we’ll send out a recovery team to locate Xander’s truck,” she explains.
“Thank you,” I say, “Xander could use some good news today.”
“That he could,” Officer Samuels agrees.
Sounding as though she’s trying to wrap up the conversation, I suck in a breath through my teeth, hoping this doesn’t come back to bite me on the ass. “Um,” I cringe, not really sure I should be saying it, but after those dickheads hurt Xander, I’m going to make sure they pay. “When you pick them up, you should probably search their place for drugs.”
“Understood. Thanks for the tip.”
“No problem,” I mutter, feeling sick to my stomach. She quickly wraps up the call and promises to let us know how things go with Xander’s truck, hoping to have more good news for us later today.
I end the call, and as I make myself comfortable on the couch, Xander stirs beside me. He cringes in pain before realizing what he’s done and schools his features, remembering his ridiculous need to be viewed as the toughest guy in the room.
Getting up, I pad into the kitchen to find the painkillers, and after making my way back to him, I practically force them down his throat. Once he’s comfortable, I fill him in on the phone call from Officer Samuels, and that little bit of good news is enough to help him relax.
By the afternoon, we’re both bored out of our minds. There are only so many movies one can watch in a day, so I decide it’s time to finally blow his mind.
Xander is chilling on the couch, begging to leave the apartment, when I excuse myself for the bathroom. I rush through the process so he doesn’t become suspicious. I fluff up my hair, apply a little red lipstick, and put on my new sexy nurse outfit before stepping into the high heels I’d stashed in here earlier.
Taking one last look in the mirror, I decide it doesn’t get much better than this.
Nerves pound through my body as I step out of the bathroom and lean against the doorframe. I bite down on my lower lip, doing everything I can to show him just how hungry I am for him.
He clocks me the second I step out of the bathroom, and I watch in amusement as his eyes widen in shock, before quickly morphing into an intense appreciation. “Fuck me,” he murmurs as he adjusts himself on the couch, his morning activities doing nothing to stop the raging erection growing in his pants.
“Did someone call for a nurse?” I purr, managing to say it without breaking into embarrassed laughter. I push off the doorframe and slowly make my way over toward him with hooded eyes, loving the way he watches me right back.
He tracks every move I make as his sharp gaze roams up and down my body, his intensity knocking the breath right out of my lungs. Xander adjusts himself on the couch, sitting up as I step between his knees.
He places his hands on the back of my thighs and runs them over my thigh-high, fishnet stockings, a low groan rumbling through his chest. Leaning forward, I place my hands on his knees and gently push them further apart, giving myself plenty of room to drop down between his legs.
Reaching out, I slip my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, and he leans back against the couch, raising his hips to allow me to slide them down. His cock springs free, and my mouth waters, seeing just how ready he is.
Xander watches me, his eyes flaming with red-hot need, and I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, slowly moving up and down his impressive length. I keep my eyes locked on his and watch as those flames turn to molten lava. My thumb rolls over his tip, and he groans low, the sound like music to my ears.