Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Our lips lock in an instant. A gentle peck to start, testing the waters and seeing how I react. But I can’t stop the floodgates from opening now. Cupping Hailey’s cheeks in both my hands, I turn feral as I devour her plump lips. Our tongues meet somewhere in the middle, gnashing and gnawing against one another in their own pleasure-fueled dance.
All the while, her hand finds its way over my manhood. Brushing it through my trousers with her fingertips. Getting a feel for the instrument of her pleasure.
Somehow, my mind snaps out of the haze of heat and lust, right as my hand starts travelling down her body.
“Hailey, stop.” My protest is weak and wispy, but I have to put my foot down. It isn’t the right time for this.
If she feels the same way once the dust has settled and her grieving is over, then we can explore this new interest. But as much as I want to let the monster take control, I’ll never be able to live with myself if it caused a rift between us.
“What’s wrong? Am I doing something wrong?” She asks, fingertips half-wrapped around my trousered cock.
God, I could cum just from this touch alone.
“No,” I free her face from my grip and lean back to put some distance between us. Sighing hard, I continue. “You’re doing everything right. That’s the problem.”
“Then I don’t understand why you want me to stop.” Sadness floods her puppy dog eyes as she looks up at me.
“Because you’re not in the right headspace. It wouldn’t be righ—”
“I want it. You want it. I don’t see the problem,” she interrupts.
“I should pull you over my lap and spank you for back chatting me,” I narrow my eyes to show some sort of authority.
Hailey’s, on the other hand, start twinkling with mischievous delight. “Then do it, Daddy.” She leans right up against my ear again. “Teach your little girl a lesson. Punish me.”
Daddy? Little girl?
Those words set off a chemical explosion in my head. Pleasure, desire, a twisted need to do exactly what I said and watch her pale ass turn several shades darker.
I reach out and grab her behind the neck, holding her in place for a moment. I stare deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of why I should stop. But it won’t come from her, not right now.
So I yank her towards my lips and kiss her again, hard and fast, before pulling away.
“That’s the end of it, Hailey,” I use my stern voice. The one reserved for delivering orders to my team at work. The one that demands finality.
But deep down I know this isn’t anywhere close to the end.
Because the two of us …
We’re just getting started.
4
HAILEY
Two Weeks Later
“You can’t be serious,” Lucy Simmons whines, stopping dead in her tracks. Some students following too close behind nearly smash right into her from the sudden stop.
We’re walking through campus on our way to the parking lot. Lucy to her car, and me off on another wonderful adventure.
“I am.”
She purses her lips and glares at me. “It’s one thing to blow me off for dinner, but cutting me out of a shopping trip is just rude.”
“I’m not cutting you out,” I chuckle.
But I have been blowing her off a lot lately.
“It sure sounds like you are when you’re going out to have fun on your own,” Lucy grumbles.
She isn’t really upset, at least I don’t think so. But I haven’t been the best of friends lately, and that says a lot when we’ve been thick as thieves since we met in our first year of college.
“Who says I’m going alone?” I wink to let her know that this isn’t a casual shopping trip. That I’ve got a little secret—
Well, little isn’t the right word under any circumstance when it comes to him.
“Ooooh,” Lucy drags the word out, as a smile grows wider by the second. “Why didn’t you say that, silly? Here I thought you were kicking me to the curb for someone cuter.”
“No one could ever be as cute you as, Honey-Bee.” I hook my arm around her elbow and start walking again.
She slams me with questions about my mysterious man while we walk. Who is he? What does he do? Where did you meet? Never easing off the gas to give me a chance to answer. I’m not surprised by her reaction. She’s spent a long time trying to find me a date, but I’ve always rejected her offers.
Because in the back of my mind, I always knew it was Rex. Even before our magical night together, where we came so close to toppling over the edge, no one would ever compare.
In some way, I guess I’m saving myself for him. I want Rex to be my first, and hopefully my last.
But only time will tell on that last part.