Chapter 17
Money Makes Me Horny
Fourteen Days Left of Feeling Like I’m Part of a Family
“We got our first adoption!” I wave my phone at Jamie as he steps out of the shower.
The bathroom mirror is fogged up. Apparently, his room is the only place on the property with reception.
I’m not complaining. “Selleck was the first, of course. I told you the photo of you holding the baby would go viral!”
Water beads across his chest hair, drifting down his torso in meandering rivulets. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”
“I got distracted. But it’s a good distraction.” I scroll through the notifications, my excitement building. “The Instagram hit five thousand followers already just today. Five thousand, Jamie. And we’ve raised over a thousand dollars from adoptions alone.”
He stares at me, a plush white towel wrapped around his waist. “A thousand?”
“A thousand forty-seven, actually. Arrietty and Calcifer got adopted too!” Another ping lights up my screen, and I grin. “Make that one thousand ninety-seven.”
“Guess I can finally fix up the old pens. Maybe even hire Dean’s crew this time instead of doing it all myself.
I could put some aside for the girls’ college…
maybe even expand the second floor so they could have their own rooms.” He bites his lower lip, lost in thought at the edge of the walk-in shower.
His en suite bathroom is simple, with all the essentials, but spacious, comfy, and inviting, just like his bedroom.
His sheets are the real winner—I could stay in them all day…
and honestly, I did. They’re flannel, with the most ridiculous holiday print: little trucks carrying Christmas trees covered in snow. It’s absurdly cute.
The girls are spending the night with their grandparents, so we’ve had the entire day together.
“Should I be writing this down, sir?” I lean against the tiled counter, the coolness pressing against the back of my thighs. A tiny bruise on my leg stings with pleasure. Finally, Jamie looks up, eyes widening as they land on my pink silky pajamas, my nipples peeking through.
I’m still a little sore from this afternoon, but seeing him happy makes my core throb all over again.
“Go on. Write it on the mirror.” He juts his chin toward the steamed glass.
I smile and comply, setting my phone down, then turn around to drag my finger over the condensation as I jot down his list. I wiggle my hips, knowing how good my ass looks. There are still red handprints branded on my skin.
“Go ahead,” I purr, looking over my shoulder.
He takes a step forward, and my body vibrates. The towel slips lower to reveal the trail of hair below his belly button. The fabric near his cock shifts.
“You expect me to focus?”
I face forward, digging the front of my stomach into the counter and writing Tours. “You could even host tours. Show people what you do here. You’re a very good teacher.”
“Joy.”
“I’ll come out and help,” I continue. “And to check on my girl, Jiji, of course.”
“I’d like that.” I can hear his feet pad against the floor as he crosses the space between us.
He wraps his hand around my neck, tilting my face back to meet his eyes.
“I don’t know how to thank you. The adoptions, the money, all of it.
I’ve been running on fumes for years, and you just… walked in and fixed it.”
“I love to help.” I lean into him.
“I like having you here.” He kisses me. His length hits the back of my thigh. “I’ll have to think of a proper way to thank you.”
“We’re going to be late meeting Winnie at Grandpa’s Basement,” I say, though I don’t sound convincing.
“I think she can wait.”