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)
I place a small, and light kiss just under her earlobe. Her neck is tilted away, opening her up to me. I ask, “What is your pleasure?”
“I’m not sure.”
“You don’t know what you like?”
She licks her lips, then as if she’s confessing a dark secret, replies, “I know what feels good.”
“Tell me what makes you feel good, Constance.”
“Being touched.”
Placing my hand on her thigh, I tease her. “Like that? Does that feel good?”
Her small smile kills me in the best of ways. “It does, but—”
“But what?” I kiss her neck again, and then slide the bridge of my nose against her, taking in a deep breath. Rich vanilla coats her skin. She’s absolutely edible. Her shyness is an aphrodisiac. My cock reacting—hard, a throb buried within building. I move my hand higher and when I cup her pussy I hear the soft hitch in her breathing.
“That. I want to be touched there.”
“Touched or licked or eaten? Tell me exactly what you want, baby.”
Her lids flutter closed and she leans back opening like a flower for me. “I want your hands on me.”
“My hand is on you,” I challenge, wanting her to say it. “Vocalize it. Own it. Give into that carnal side I know lies just beneath this fancy suit you wear as armor everyday.” I scrape my teeth across the base of her neck while I rub gently between her legs. “Here, between these walls, with me, you can drop your shield.”
“In me.” Like a flurry from the sky, the words fall from her lips, “In me. Deep inside me. I want you to make me come.”
The right side of my mouth quirks up. “You’re so fucking sexy, Constance.” My fingers are deft, her belt opened, the pants unbuttoned, and the zipper down.
She watches the frenzy, keeping her eyes focused below her waist. “Go slow. It’s been a while.”
My hands stall. When I look up, a contradiction is laden in her eyes. Innocence comingles in the brightest greens, which is so unexpected from a woman who wears a power suit. “How long?”
The pink that highlights her cheeks isn’t from shyness this time, but embarrassment. I hate it on her.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Is everyone you’re with . . .” She looks around while building her courage. When her gaze returns to mine, she finishes, “Experienced?”
Yes. “No,” I lie so she doesn’t wither before me. She’s so beautiful when she’s blooming. Taking each word into careful consideration and using her chosen one, I ask, “Are you experienced?”
“Not fully,” she confesses.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I probe, “Not fully as innnnn . . .”
Her voice is so quiet I barely hear her when she says, “Not all the way.”
Virgin! I try to keep my eyes from bulging. I didn’t know there were virgins in New York. She’s like a unicorn. A rainbow unicorn that shits Skittles. A myth. An urban legend. Damn. She’s a virgin. Just Wow. I want to ask how she held onto that V card for this long, but at the same time, I’m so fucking turned on that she seems to trust me with it that I’m left perplexed over how this night should go. There’s no way I’m bending her over like this is just any other night. It’s not for her, and I’m starting to think it’s not for me either. “So maybe we don’t have sex.” As she swallows my words, I zip her pants back up, and she buttons them closed while looking disappointed. I ask, “Do you like to dance?”
“Yes.”
There’s that pretty girl again. Knowing I’ve put her at ease, I rub the back of my fingers over her cheek. “Let’s start there then.”
“Okay.”
I pull my phone from my pocket and flip through my playlists. Seduction is too sultry. Hard Fuck is too, well, hard. Lots of Nine Inch Nails on that playlist. Scrolling down, I find my Take Your Time playlist. This is actually one I listen to when I’m at home and trying to wind down after a long shift. I’ve never played it for a woman. It makes me feel unsteady, but she opened up to me, so I feel safe to share a private side of myself with her.
The first song starts playing through the speaker on the filing cabinet and her smile grows. “I love this song,” she says much more at ease, her shoulders relaxing.
Taking her hand in mine, I put my other on her hip and slide it up to her waist. “Dance with me, Constance.” Our bodies are flush, her breasts rising and falling against my chest. When we start to sway, her breathing picks up. I press my cheek to her temple and we move together. I close my eyes and get lost in the feel of her and the music. Our breath is the only sound between us. Our hearts beat, the thump felt hard in my chest. “You’re so beautiful.”