Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 111537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
I pick her up, setting her lovely bottom down on my desk. I’ve put her right on my laptop, squeezing the delicate technology between her silky thighs and the hardwood surface of the desk. I have the presence of mind to move it, but I can’t break free long enough to push it very far.
Marlena grabs me by the collar, unwilling to let go. She allows me a single second to move the laptop out of harm’s way before capturing my mouth again. Her hunger astonishes me. I thought she was on the fence about whether we were truly meant for each other. But I’m not the one demanding sexual favors at the moment.
I slide my fingers through her hair, catching a knot at the base of her neck. She moans into my mouth, reaching for my belt. This is all happening so fast, and yet, at the same time, it feels like I’ve been waiting forever.
I devour her, thrusting my tongue down into her mouth to taste her exquisite femininity. Somehow, her breasts end up in my hands. It’s like she’s a magnet, drawing me inexplicably forward. She doesn’t mind. In fact, she pushes her chest forward, pressing her ripe tits into my greedy palms.
I realize that this is it. We’re going to take the plunge. There’s no need to rush, and yet I’m overcome with lust. I can’t fuck her quick enough. All the back and forth that’s gone on for so long haunts me. I remember dancing with her at Frankie’s party. I thought then that we were destined for each other, but then she stonewalled me in her bedroom. Pretending to want space, she held me at arm’s length. And I agreed to it, if only for a while.
Now it looks like I’m about to make good on my deeply held attraction for her. She’s just as thirsty as I am, maybe even more so. I warn myself that this is all moving too fast, but my body doesn’t listen. I reach for her underwear and drag it down her thighs.
CHAPTER 23
MARLENA
Ican’t remember why I came into this room. It feels like I’m forgetting something, but at the same time, I don’t want to remember. There’s a niggling at the back of my mind, but I know that all that waits for me there is disaster. But the more I kiss my intended husband, the more I can forget what it is that’s dragging me down.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. Weakly, the better half of my brain tries to remind me of all the reasons I’m supposed to keep my hands to myself. He’s a criminal. He’s my former employer. He’s at least a decade older than me, maybe more.
But I thrust all of those objections aside to focus on the here and now.
I run my fingers through his hair. It’s so short and well trimmed, I can barely grasp it. His jaw is rough with the stubble from last night. He hasn’t shaved this morning, and I find it incredibly attractive. Both his hair and his beard are peppered with gray, which makes him seem formidable and experienced, two things that make me wild.
I spread my legs, thwarting his attempts to remove my panties. I realize what I’m doing, and scissor my legs back together so he can sweep the underwear past my ass. I feel the whisper of cotton as it glides down my thighs. Then I step out of the leg holes, freeing myself for his conquest.
He tosses the underwear away and scoops me up. I feel the heat of his palm against my skin as he cups my backside. He slides me close, pinning me to him as I’m perched on the edge of the desk. I have his thickening erection right where I want it, between my legs and against my wet pussy.
My sight goes dim as my body lights up. I don’t need any peripheral awareness anymore. All that matters is getting his cock inside me as quickly as possible. We’re still kissing, licking each other’s lips, diving deep into each other’s throats. He tastes like leather and cologne, and a hint of the coffee we’ve both indulged in.
I manage to get his belt undone. It’s taken me far too long because his waist is pushed up against mine. I feel like I’m a safe cracker, working under pressure. If I can’t open the combination lock, reality will catch up with me and I won’t get to enjoy the treasure.
His lips move to my ear and tug. I’ve never had anyone nibble on my ear before, and I can’t believe how good it feels. I’m almost tempted to relax, and allow him to set the pace. But then my lady parts complain, demanding attention.