Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
In conclusion, I, Anna Black, am a sex fiend and need help.
Holy. Fucking. Stupid! What have we done?
Eric eases out of me, steadying me with one hand while grabbing a wad of towels with his other hand.
I wrinkle my nose and take the wad from him. “Turn around.”
He gives me a tense expression for a few seconds as he tucks himself back into his briefs and zips his climbing pants. Then he turns around, facing the door, while I sidestep from the sink to the toilet.
When I flush it, Eric faces me. I nod at his hands as I dry mine. He knows where those fingers have been. We stare at each other’s reflection in the mirror while he washes his hands. I blow out a slow breath and wait as he dries them.
He tosses the towels into the trash. “What time do you get off work?”
“That’s what you have to say after what just happened?” My lips part to accommodate my gasp. I’m aware of my stubbornness. The problem with stubborn people is that we are too stubborn to change even when we hear a whispered voice of reason. I have no right to be upset … but it’s happening anyway.
Eric shrugs. “Yeah. What do you want me to say? I think we covered the basics.”
“We didn’t cover your dick! We never cover your dick. I’d hardly say we’ve covered the basics. And you have a date waiting for you. And I’m supposed to be working.”
That stupid smirk of his …
“She’s not my date. We just decided to climb together. The fact that she’s female means nothing. And you dragged me in here. If you’re on the clock, that’s your fault, not mine. If it helps your job situation, I’ll happily leave a glowing Yelp review and mention your name. The uncovered cock part was a little risky. But if I recall correctly … we’ve been driving that car without brakes for weeks. We’d probably better pray on that one. But overall … I regret nothing. Five stars all the way.”
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Prayer? I’ve let myself stoop to having sex with someone who considers prayer a form of safe sex. I need therapy.
Therapy for obsessing over a book.
Therapy for having no control over my attraction to the wrong guy.
Therapy for my flawed personality that’s gotten me into this pray-the-STD-away jam I’m in.
“Listen, uh …” I clear my throat and straighten my spine as if there’s any dignity left in this tiny space after what transpired. “I think it’s best if you never kiss me again.” I reach past him and open the door. He hooks his finger into the waist of my leggings to stop me from leaving. Even now … after this epic misstep in my day, there’s a direct correlation between his touch and my heart rate.
“I don’t have to kiss you to fuck you,” he whispers in my ear before releasing me, sauntering past me, and returning to the climbing wall and his female buddy without another glance in my direction.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eric
I don’t think the way to Anna’s heart is through her pussy. Maybe her mouth. She seems to enjoy kissing me, but then it doesn’t make much sense for her to tell me never to kiss her again. Life would be easier if I could stop thinking about her.
Stop watching her through my door’s peephole.
Stop envisioning her contagious smile.
Stop loving her obsession with books, even if her taste in them is questionable.
Stop hearing her infectious laughter.
Stop craving her skin.
I do … I crave her. When we kiss, I want to nibble her at the same time. My hands itch to touch her. I miss her when I go days without seeing her. My mind can’t go more than five minutes—maybe five seconds—without thinking about her. Chemistry is real, and I didn’t believe in it until Anna Black infiltrated my world with her witchery.
She has consumed me with no effort.
“The coffee girl?” Harper dips her hands into her chalk bag and glances past me when I return from the restroom.
“Anna. Yeah.” I stare at the wall like I’m figuring out the problem.
“Her face and neck are red. She looks thoroughly flustered. You didn’t …” Harper aligns herself in front of me, attempting to snag my full attention, but she’s short, so I can see over her just fine. “You didn’t have sex with her in the bathroom, did you?”
Harper is my cousin Finn’s girlfriend. She works part-time for me, so her curiosity runs deeper than an employee's. And Finn doesn’t climb, so I’m her new best friend.
“Why would I do that?” Nope. I am not going to look at her.
“Oh, my god. You did. You totally did!”
“Shh …” I smirk, shaking my head. “You don’t know what I did or didn’t do. Anna wanted to talk, so we talked.”