Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“Play what?” Taking her hand in mine, I bring it down under the table. She’s quick to catch on. “You want to practice?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she says. Her voice is tentative and filled with the nerves I shed once I saw her. She glances around the room quickly and then turns back. She knows my next move, and she relinquishes her reservations. Letting me guide her, she asks, “Show me what you like?” When I rub her palm over my cock, my name comes at the top of a deep inhale, “Hardy.”
Moving her hair behind her shoulder, I kiss her neck, then whisper, “Yes, Virginia?”
A gulp follows and she looks at her wine. Her voice is low, timid, but her curiosity is eager like her hand as she grips me, getting a good feel. “You’re so hard.” When she finally dares to look in my eyes, she asks, “Was the appetizer an aphrodisiac?”
“No.” My voice is clear. My eyes are focused on the beautiful woman who has completely enchanted me. “You’re my aphrodisiac, V.”
“Be careful,” she says, a small smile gracing her stunning features. “When you say things like that I might believe you.”
“Believe me, you turn me on so much it’s hard not to drop you down right here in the middle of this restaurant and not have my wicked way with you.”
“Is dropping me down what you really want?”
“No,” I answer honestly as I lean back wrapping my arm around her shoulder as she gets more than a handful.
“What do you really want, Hardy? Tell me. Show me.” She stops rubbing and squeezes, getting a firm, controlling hold on me.
I cover her hand again and guide her like she requested. “If I could have anything right now, I’d have your lips wrapped around my dick. I want to feel the back of your throat with the tip and have you swallow just to feel the embrace.”
Her chest is rising and falling, a pale pink blossoming as her fingers drag slowly over her skin. “Hardy?”
It’s getting stuffier in here, my body heated from her teasing. “What, sweetheart?”
“I want that too.”
“Check!”
Chapter Fifteen
Lesson Three: Aptly named—Third Base.
“So what does third base entail?” Virginia asks on the cab ride from the restaurant.
“What we did the first night we met. That was third base.” I don’t tell her how much I’ve missed touching her intimately, possessively, and with a purpose—to get her off, which gets me off.
“I’ve missed that.” A sigh that’s reminiscent of a girl that has loved before whisks from her lips.
“You missed making out?”
“I’ve missed making out with you.”
I lean over and kiss her because damn she just can’t say things like that without expecting me to touch her in some way. Call me a greedy bastard. What can I say? It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman.
Actually it’s been weeks, ever since this amazing woman walked into The Hideaway. I feel like I should send her a condolence bouquet now. Hell knows I’m going to need all the strength I can gather to not act like a baby whale discovering it’s blowhole for the first time.
Damn bro. I shake my head at myself. I’m so broken. My humor falls flat at my feet. Even I’m not entertained by my usually amusing self. Maybe tonight will heal both me and my quick wit.
She says, “I love kissing you.”
“I love . . .” Eh, eh, eh. I’m not going there. She smiles as if she knows the slip that almost slid right out of my mouth.
I pay the driver and we get out in front of a modern building surrounded by other more contemporary architecture.
“We’re here.”
“I sort of had you pegged for a brownstone walkup kind of girl.”
She twirls in front of me, the wine going to her head and freeing her spirit. “I like keeping you guessing.” “That you do, my dear. That you do.” The door is opened for us, and we walk in. “I can appreciate the modernist approach to real estate and the boom in condos that are sleek with clean lines.” What I won’t go into with her is that this building is so similar to the one I used to live in. Once I left the hustle and bustle of the city I needed to change everything and that’s when I bought my building. It was dilapidated and almost condemned for the missing windows and doors. Four stories of character and old Brooklyn history were almost demolished. I made the city a deal they couldn’t refuse and took on the project with my contractor who was working on my bar. After one and a half years of renovations, the first three floors of apartments were done. The fourth floor—my future residence should be done within the next month if the weather cooperates.
The full floor with private elevator and an entire rooftop terrace will be all mine. Years of hard work and dreams have been sunk into my business and building a better life than I once had. I can appreciate her building with the doorman and amenities, but I don’t miss this lifestyle.