Free Dirty: Loving Him Against All Odds by Christine Gray Page A

eyes.
    “I’m just shocked that it’s still this hot with it being in December.”
    “Yeah, it’s strange,” he replied.
    He wasn’t going to tell her that around 5 o’clock, the skies were going to turn dark and a violent storm was going to be upon them, bringing sheets of rain, possible hail, and flooding, which was the reason his arm was straining under the weight of the bags he was carrying. He had come prepared to spend the night. He had known about the storm’s arrival since Tuesday, which would be ushering the first cold snap of the winter season. The loud screams of their kids echoed throughout the home.
    “This place is really nice,” he praised as he looked around the one-story house. He admired how nicely she had decorated the spaces. “I can’t get upset with your choice of décor.”
    She laughed at his meaning. “After so many years down South, I can’t help but fall in love with that Italian Tuscany style.”
    “So you didn’t buy all this stuff because you knew I was coming over,” he mumbled as if he was wounded.
    She smiled. She caught herself staring at him. He looked good in his tight-fitting dark green tee, heather grey, cotton basketball shorts, and tennis shoes.
    “Let me give you the tour,” she offered with a start.
    She continued to stare at him, this time openly when he turned away from her to address his kids, while he passed them one of the two bags he had brought with them. She marveled at how his shirt stretched from the movement of the muscles in his arms and strong, broad shoulders. Her hooded gaze traveled to his ass. She knew that it was firm from his hours at the gym. By the time he turned back around, she had hidden her lustful thoughts behind her mask.
    He flashed her a perfect smile as he fell in line behind her.
    “How many rooms?”
    “It’s only a three-bedroom, but the slit open plan, extra rooms, and the backyard makes it feel larger than it is. This was the first home I bought,” she said with pride.
    “Did you remodel it too?” he asked, glancing into a small sitting room.
    “Yes, although I’m sure you’re going to tell me that I was suckered on the deal,” she said with a deep eye roll.
    “Look,” he mumbled as he put his hand around her waist. His hand itched to slide lower to touch her ass, but he fought the urge. “You’ve done great for yourself. Don’t beat yourself up. The main thing is that you know now.”
    “And I have you to go to now to help me whenever I get stuck,” she stated in a husky tone that caused a spike in his desire. “This is the master bedroom,” she informed him.
    His eyes roamed slowly around the large room. A queen sized sleigh bed with an espresso-colored head and footboard sat on one wall with doors on each side of it. A matching nightstand was placed on the left side next to the bed. The rest of the room was filled with the remaining pieces of the bed set and a comfy chair. The large bay window brought in the sunlight and gave a clear view to the side lawn. He frowned.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I don’t like those blinds. People can still see into the room. I’ll change them out for better ones.”
    “How do you that wasn’t the reason way I put them up in the first place,” she teased, standing next to the bed.
    His thin eyebrow went up. He glided slowly over the plush carpet to tower over her. She always liked it when he gave her his lazy, seductive stare, which was what he was doing at that moment. This time, he didn’t stop himself from touching her ass. His hands snaked around her body slowly to touch under her cheeks. He moved his hands upward, bringing the sheer cover up with them until he touched her bare flesh underneath. He let the tips of his fingers slip under her bathing suit bottom. He began to nestle her ass while he pulled her against him.
    “I have no problem letting people watch. They might learn a thing or two.”
    He bit his lip and tilted his head to the side to glance at her ass.