Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“I could give you a ride home,” I offer.
“How about just a ride?” She watches me carefully, then giggles at my astonishment even though her cheeks are pink too. “Why don’t you just start by coming up behind me and putting your hands on my shoulders? You could sweep my hair back, kiss my neck, work your way forward, slowly unbutton this coat…”
My swallow is another cannon blast in the room. I should go open that door immediately, call her a tow truck or a cab, and make sure she gets home okay. Then, I should run the bar for another few hours, close up, and go the fuck home.
But a larger part of me wants what she said she wanted. To be desired. Seen. To feel like I matter. She doesn’t know who I am, and that’s sweetly refreshing. It’s like a cold shower after working out, five minutes of bliss on sore muscles and overheated skin. It’s a tempting idea to have the world fade completely away for just a few minutes and to be able to lose yourself in another person. The romantic in me wants it to be more than that, but then again, the romantic in me was crushed years ago.
“What else?” I force out thickly.
She sighs. “I don’t really know. I guess something that involves getting the rest of this coat undone in some fancy manner that makes us both panting hot and then, umm, the fingering and getting impaled on top of this insanely expensive and beautiful piano. Playing it was a dream. Having the best sex of my life on top of it? That’s a fantasy that would never get to come true otherwise.”
Holy fuck knuckles. “The best sex of your life?”
“Don’t worry.” She actually giggles. “It’s not a very tall order. If you can actually find my clit, you’d be golden.”
She turns her head, tilting it forward and away from me. She’s not going to say anything else. She’s waiting, waiting for me to stay. To go, to touch her, to make my decision.
I can’t help stepping forward and sweeping the heavy mass of her glistening chestnut hair off her shoulder and away from her neck. The softest sound escapes her lips. I can actually see the way her pale skin pebbles with goosebumps at just the smallest gesture.
The allure of her draws me in like a fairy to that forest path I know I shouldn’t walk down because those fairies are allied with wolves, and the wolves want to devour me. She knows this is a bad decision. She said she wanted to make one, and I’ve allowed myself to make very few. I know she’s right, but it doesn’t feel wrong.
Especially now when she tilts her face, lengthening her neck.
I lean in and place my lips at her thrumming pulse point. She’s silk and strawberries, and my lips burn at that first sweet taste. My hands follow, ghosting over her shoulder. I can’t stop it from brushing down over her arm.
She spins around on the bench, spreading her long legs, leaning back, and undoing the first few buttons on the coat herself. It gives me a full view of the lace peeking out underneath. Scraps at the top and bottom and bare skin just below.
Is she not wearing anything under that coat except a bra, panties, and stockings?
My brain scrambles, my dick tries to fight its way out with a single punch, and my balls are ready to join in like stones in a catapult. Medieval anatomy weapons, battering ram, trebuchet. It’s all very apt.
I watch her pulse hammering at her throat, drawing me in. I fall to my knees, and she bends for me. She goes to kiss me, and I go to kiss her neck. We miss each other, grazing skin and hair.
She’s not mortified like I am. Rather, her laughter is a balm.
She’s the one who catches my hand and guides it up her thigh. It’s my pulse now that is going to rip out of my neck. Her breath catches as my fingers trail up, grazing over the edge of the lace stocking.
I know this get-up was a surprise for someone else. What really happened tonight? It was clearly more than just her car breaking down.
“This was a last-ditch attempt to save something that wasn’t worth saving. He did me a favor, really, by doing someone else. Multiple someone else. The relationship was never really a relationship, and it was over before it even started. Still, it hurts, you know? And it burns, getting treated like you’re nothing. I’m just going to shut up now.”
She quickly undoes the next few buttons of her coat and then whips it open the way a flasher would.
I have trouble swallowing. My cock kicks in my pants, and my balls give a warning shudder. Her face is scarlet, but her eyes blaze with fire.