Chapter Eight
Thane
I’m surprised the words are flowing from me as easily as they are given I’ve barely had any sleep.
I lost count of how many times I buried myself inside the woman sleeping in my bed.
She’s a fucking sight to behold when she’s consumed by desire and getting her there is one of the easiest things I’ve ever done.
She has a hair trigger she claims has only happened with me.
I tend to believe her because she has my cock rearing to go with little effort at all.
I’ve gotten off more times in twenty-some odd hours than should be physically possible for a man at forty-two years old.
Whatever it is, I’m going to take advantage of it as long as she’ll let me.
Which I’m hoping lasts longer than this snowstorm, because I don’t know if I can let her walk away.
She’s the entire package. Finding someone like her never crossed my mind as a possibility, but now that she has, I’m rethinking my single status.
With my thoughts having turned to Anya, the words have stopped coming, which is fine considering I’ve been writing for an hour.
I stumble into the kitchen for more coffee.
It was the first thing I did when I woke up earlier.
An idea had come to me as I lay soaking in the woman next to me as she slept, so I crept from the bed to write while the idea was fresh.
It’s a different twist than I usually include in my books and has everything to do with my woman.
There’s no containing my smile at that thought.
Finishing my coffee, I head into the bathroom to brush the gunk from my teeth before crawling back into bed.
I swipe on the last of the tube of my deodorant after brushing my teeth.
Then, I chuck the empty container into the garbage can.
My aim is off, and it hits the rim, knocking the entire thing over.
To add insult to injury, when I bend over to pick it up, my elbow hits Anya’s unzipped bag of toiletries, scattering the contents across the counter and onto the floor as well.
Heaving a sigh, I start cleaning up the mess, putting the garbage back into the plastic container.
My eyebrows pinch when I pick up a white plastic wand-looking thing, which has a smiley face in a little window on it.
I’m not sure what it is and whether it came from the garbage or the toiletry bag, so I set it on the counter.
I pick up some tubes and pots, which are obviously toiletries, but the box on the floor has me pausing.
I frown as I read the front of it. “Double your chances of getting pregnant. Advanced Digital Ovulation Test Kit.” Flipping it over, it shows a smiley face indicates peak ovulation.
What. The. Actual. Fuck!?