Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
She looks up, biting her lip.
“Well, Mr. Crenshaw, you mentioned last night that you wanted to have a relaxing weekend, so I figured I better get out of your hair so you can do that. I don’t want to overstay my welcome, but thank you so much for your hospitality,” she babbles while struggling to get her jeans all the way on. “I know that technically, I wasn’t welcome at all because I sort of broke in, but—you get what I’m saying. Sorry.” She shakes her head in apology, staring at the floor. I shoot her an amused look.
“Honey, you really think that after what we shared last night that I want you to leave?”
She’s still staring at the floor.
“Oh, I don’t want to intrude any more than I already have, Mr. Crenshaw.”
I get out of bed then, stark naked, and stand in front of her before putting a big hand beneath her chin to tip it up at me.
“You’re not intruding, baby girl. I mean, yes, you broke in, but I’m fine with it. It was unexpected but you’re my daughter’s friend, so it’s no big deal. Besides, how would you get back home?” I ask with a sexy smile. “The only vehicle we have at our disposal is my truck, and I’m not letting you take Betty.”
Janelle goes pale and then frowns.
“Oh right.” Then she looks up. “Maybe I could take an Uber? I’m sure if I pay extra, someone would come all the way up the mountain.”
I arch a black brow at her.
“Really, honey? You want to get out of here so bad?”
Her cheeks flush red, and she looks down, but her gaze gets trapped by my naked cock. It’s flaccid at the moment, but it hangs almost all the way down to my knee, and she swallows.
“I just don’t want to intrude,” she whispers.
“Janelle, sweetheart,” I growl, holding a hand up to stop her words. She bites her lip again, and looks up at me, those big brown eyes unsure. “Look, I’ll just be honest with you, okay honey? I’d like you to stay here. With me. This weekend. The whole weekend,” I say in a firm tone.
She swallows again.
“Would we do that again?” she whispers.
I raise my brows.
“Which part? The part where you take a dildo in your ass, my cock in your ass, my cock in your mouth, my cock in your pussy, or your pussy in my face?” She grows even redder, and I chuckle as she sputters a bit. “Or all of the above?” I ask in a merry tone. “I promise to deliver all of that and more.”
Janelle’s mouth opens and closes a few times, but then she bursts into laughter.
“Okay, Mr. Crenshaw. You win. I won’t go.”
“Good,” I nod humorously. “Now out of those jeans because I’m going to cook you breakfast, and I only like cooking when my woman is naked.”
With that, Janelle giggles again and I know that this weekend is going to be more than fine. It’s going to be super-excellent-magnificent-atrocious, and I can’t wait.
7
Janelle
I can’t keep the smile off my face as I watch Kurt putter away at the stove because this feels so nice. It’s as if I’m watching a scene from a Hallmark movie, except that I’m the heroine, and not some pretty actress hired to play a role. The set up is familiar, homey, and romantic at once, and I sigh happily, chin in hand.
Of course, my man is clad in only an apron. It’s crazy because when I was trying to get dressed, Kurt stopped me.
“I like my women naked while I cook,” the alpha male growled in my ear.
I shot him an amused glance.
“OMG, it’s going to be so cold though!”
He grinned while rubbing my ass with a big hand.
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm, honey. Better yet, how about if we both cook naked? I won’t even wear an apron,” he growled in my ear. That just sent me off into another peal of giggles, but I stood steadfast.
“Nope. I need to wear something because I’ll become an ice cube if I don’t!”
As a result, I’m now clad in Kurt’s big plaid shirt, while he putters about in an apron. Yes, my man is stark naked except for an apron decorated with a cartoon mouse exclaiming, “Where’s my cheese?” It covers his front, but leaves his firm buttocks bare to my very appreciative gaze.
“You know, you do sausage so well,” I tease.
He flexes his rock solid ass at me, making me laugh even harder.
“Really, sweetheart? Well, how about these hash browns?”
Okay, so nothing that we’re saying really makes sense, but that’s the best part of things. It’s as if we’re speaking in a secret language that only we can understand, and it’s intimate, crazy and yet very familiar too.
But then, a slight frown crosses my features because suddenly, I remember the reality of the situation. Kurt isn’t my man. He’s my friend’s dad, not to mention decades older than me, and this whole thing is temporary. After this weekend, he probably won’t even think twice about me. After all, a good-looking guy like Kurt can get any woman he wants, so he’ll be eager to leave me behind once the clock strikes midnight. But in the meantime, Cinderella should enjoy the ball, right? So I plaster a smile on my face as he plates the eggs.