Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I could have had Jude pry into Letitia Barnes’ background more, but the thought of potentially putting her in danger had my gut in knots. One day, she’ll tell someone. I only hope it will be me. I step inside the shower, turn the water on, and relax beneath the spray. My cock instantly hardens at the thought of her, standing in the kitchen, her brown hair has a slight curl to it when it’s down instead of in a ponytail, her vivid, lush and vibrant green eyes reminding me of a dew-kissed lawn on a hot summer day. Her soft skin that glows with a warm, even tone complementing her features. Her full berry lips slick with moisture from her licking them.
The white tank top she’s wearing is nearly see-through from years of wear, the white lace bra she wore beneath it doing nothing to hide how her body reacts to mine. Her jeans shorts that hang loosely around her narrow waist are cut with what I’m assuming was a pair of scissors, considering they don’t look entirely even and are a bit longer than what you’d find in the store. A slender and graceful build with long, smooth legs I more than want to feel wrapped around my waist.
I want to kiss each inch from the inside of her ankles to the underside of her knees, to the apex of her thighs, not stopping until I’m hovering above her saturated folds. The first inhale, the first taste, the first time my tongue delves inside, I know I’ll be fucking hooked.
Luck was on my side today, when I got out of court earlier than expected, meaning I was done for the day. My phone is always set to silent when I’m in court, and a quick look at my notifications had me noticing Letty hadn’t left the house yet. I booked it directly to my car, ignored the texts from my friends, assistant, and voicemails that I’m sure are work-related. Never mind the emails I’ll have to deal with when I actually decide to work a few hours this evening.
The only thought I have is the one where Letty joins me in the shower. While the water pounds down on my back, my hand goes to the tiled wall, and the ache in my balls doesn’t ease in the slightest.
My head tips downward, hair falling along my forehead, my breathing becomes erratic, and while the last thing I should do is fist my cock, the pull is too hard to resist. Plus, the whole point of keeping the door open is to entice Letty to join me or at least let her know my sight is set on her, and I’m not backing down. I’ve been razzed by the guys since the moment she took over cleaning my apartment. I’d felt the electric pull. The problem with going after her was twofold: her age compared to mine. She’s twenty years old, I’m nineteen years her senior, and then there’s her skittish nature. It’s a perfect storm for an epic disaster, one that would send her far away from me.
“Fuck,” I groan, thinking about the last time I made it home before Letitia left for the day. She hadn’t even made it to the kitchen to work on dinner yet. The elevator doors opened, and the view I was greeted with had me rocking back on my heels. I also had to use my suit jacket to cover the growing erection beneath my zipper.
Letitia’s back was to me, her full curves on display, the muscles pulled taut in the back of her thighs, heart-shaped ass in the air, one arm holding her up while she was on her hands and knees. There was a spot on the area rug in the living room courtesy of Sebastian and his penchant for running around with food in his hands. I didn’t care, even though Winnie and Johnny attempted to correct him. He’s only a child, and my apartment rarely sees more than myself and Letty inside. One thing led to another, and Seb stepped on the strawberry, smashing it into the fiber, and created a stain. I’d tried to clean it up but couldn’t get the bulk of it out. I’d meant to tell Letty not to worry about it, only to get sidetracked and forget.
That was my lucky fucking day. Letty didn’t notice me due to the headphones she wore, clearly into whatever she was listening to, which gave me ample time to watch her shimmy and shake while she danced in place. I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth while trying to figure out the right thing to do when what I really wanted was for her to turn around, strip down to nothing but bare skin, and crawl toward me. Sadly, that visual didn’t come to fruition. Letty noticed me shortly after. Still, it’s a fantasy that plays out in my mind more often than not and one I pull up in moments like this.