Page 68 of Property of Stone
She needed energy, not to be exhausted from a lack of sleep, because she’d be busy all morning doing prep work. She also needed to avoid being tired and cranky when dealing with a dozen demanding women. The monthly gathering of the Selinsgrove Society Group was a regular gig and she didn’t want to lose their bookings.
The ladies might treat her as if she was invisible while there, but Taryn could live with that since their money was very real when it landed in her bank account.
Maybe she’d record her prep work later this morning as a test for the online cooking classes. She regretfully admitted that Stone’s suggestion was a good idea and she wished she would’ve thought of it first. If she got enough people interested in her online cooking videos, it could be a nice additional source of income. And who couldn’t use that?
She quickly needed to put a plan together and put it into motion before Vic was released. Because once he was, she had a feeling she’d be in some sort of lockdown herself. As soon as he got his freedom, she would lose hers.
Why did everything have to be a struggle?
Damn it, life wasn’t fair. At what point did she actuallyget to sit back and enjoy it? Would she still be busting her ass when she was seventy? Eighty?
When was the last time she’d done something for herself? Not for her son, not for her business, but simply for herself. She didn’t pamper herself in any way because she couldn’t afford it. No massages, no mani-pedis, no vacations, no new clothes or shoes.
Nothing.
She’d been all work and no play for too long now.
She was pretty damn certain if she went downstairs, Stone would be happy to “play” with her. He probably wouldn’t care if she used him for sex and then immediately went back to bed. If she had to take an educated guess, he wasn’t the cuddle in the afterglow type.
Like he mentioned, they could both benefit from a quick, meaningless bump and grind.
Sex might help her sleep.
Sex might relieve some of the tension. The worry.
Sex might…
Make her orgasm.
Sharing a bed with Wren made it so she couldn’t even do a little self-help. And DIY was the only reason she’d hadanyorgasms at all for the past few years.
As soon as she shoved the bedding aside and her feet touched the wood floor, she knew…
She was about to add another entry to her long, long list of mistakes.
But did that stop her from sneaking out of the bedroom and heading downstairs before reality hit her and she changed her mind?
Of course it didn’t.
Bare feet creeping downthe steps pushed the blood from his wide-awake brain down to his formerly sleeping dick.
Could be she was only coming down for a glass of water.
Or a late night snack.
Even better would be if that snack was named Stone.
Since her coming downstairs in the middle of the night could go either way, he waited to see if Taryn turned right to head into the kitchen or left into the living room once she hit the bottom of the steps.
He drove his hand into his boxers and gave his balls a tug.
Make a fuckin’ left.
He held his breath and forced himself to remain on the couch as she hesitated in the front entryway.
Make a goddamn left.
He freed his hand and closed his eyes, pretending he hadn’t been restless since the moment she went inside after their little “talk” on the deck.
