Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Okay, fine, I’ll hold off telling Charlotte. How about you and I tell her together?” he asked.
“I like that idea.”
They finished their food, and he got Maeve to tell him about her last few days. It was not easy being a makeup artist. Her client was a business owner, and it would seem her board had attempted to overthrow her. They were trying to vote on her lack of ability to run her company as well as her family. Maeve came in to help fix her up and show that she could be both.
“And did it work?”
“Yes, it worked,” Maeve said. “She’s a good woman, and she would never put her employees in jeopardy.”
Their food was finished, and Doc stood, reached his hand out for Maeve, and lifted her to her feet. Once she was there, he leaned forward and was not too gentle as he lifted her up over his shoulder and stared to carry her toward the bedroom.
“Does this place have a shower?”
Maeve laughed. “You could have just asked, and I would have gladly walked to the shower. Are you trying to tell me I smell?”
“Nope, but I want you naked, and I need a shower, because I’ve been traveling most of the day. I stink.”
She laughed and wriggled in his arms.
He was not going to let her go.
Doc found the shower, and he didn’t remove their clothes as he pressed her into the corner of the shower stall.
“What are you doing?”
He turned on the shower, and Maeve let out a squeal.
“Doc, I have not removed my makeup!” She pressed a hand to her face.
“So, I get to see every nitty-gritty part of you.”
“I’m not wearing waterproof mascara.”
With the shower cascading down on her, he saw her mascara had already started to run, but he didn’t care. He loved every part of Maeve. Watery, running makeup and all. He reached for her, pulled her in close, and kissed her.
Maeve was tense at first, but he was not a man to give up easily. He pulled her in close and kissed her again, then again. She let out a little whimper, and slowly she started to open up to him.
She wore a white blouse and a pair of pants, which he worked off her body, letting them fall to the floor of the shower. Running his hands all over her, he couldn’t get enough. She felt so good.
The last few days had been a bit of a nightmare. He didn’t like sleeping without her. She was his one solid ground. He loved falling asleep with her in his arms and waking up beside her. Sleep hadn’t come. Not even when he’d used a pillow, but Maeve was better than a cold pillow.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she said.
She grabbed his belt and tugged him left and right, trying to get the jeans off. Doc had no choice but to take over, opening the belt and sliding it out of the loop. He shoved his jeans down, and Maeve sunk to her knees before him, taking his boxer briefs with her.
They fell to the floor, and he reached out, sinking his fingers into her hair. She wrapped her fingers around his length and took the tip into her mouth, taking more of him until he hit the back of her throat. She didn’t pull back, and he felt her mouth work over him and closed his eyes, pumping in, but it made her gag, so he pulled back enough.
He opened his eyes and looked down, watching her lips work over his length, but he didn’t pull her into the shower so she could work her magic with her mouth.
Lifting her up, it was his time to sink down to his knees, and he lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder. She reached out, spreading her arms wide, using the wall for leverage as he worked her clit. He flicked his tongue across her clit, sliding down to enter her pussy, drawing back to go to her clit, and stroking back and forth.
The sounds that spilled from her lips were the sweetest music. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was pure, fiery magic, and he wanted her to fall apart. He’d catch her. He would always catch her.
When she got close to her orgasm, he pulled back to go to her cunt, penetrating her. He’d be filling her pussy real soon. Drawing back up to her clit, he teased and stroked across her clit.
“Doc, please.”
And then he pulled away and reached for the soap.
“Hey!”
“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.” He ran his hands all over her, getting her body nice and soaped up. He saw the tension within her.
Maeve took the soap from his hands, and he knew he was punishing himself as much as he was her.