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 can’t help but rake my eyes over her. She’s a goddess, utterly perfect, her pert breasts encased in a black lace pushup bra with a black silk garter riding low on her hips, just below her belly button and the indent of her abs. The lace panties she’s rocking are so damn hot, especially next to the sheer stockings with the fancy floral black lace tops.
Her chest heaves as she watches me watching her. I want to do this. I want to bury my face between her legs and lick her to a screaming orgasm. I want her leaking all over this piano seat and my face as she comes, her legs clenching around my head. I want to peel that bra away and suck on her nipples until she’s a hot mess, then spin her around and bury my cock inside her tight heat.
But more than all of that…I want it to mean something.
And I think, deep down, so does she.
I stand slowly, grasp the edges of her coat, electric heat jolting through me when our fingers brush, and draw it together. Then, I do up the buttons, one at a time. I linger on the top button, finally looking up to face the hurt and embarrassment on her face.
“I think you want it to mean something with the right someone,” I say softly, trying to soothe her wounded look. “You’re hurting, and you want revenge, but that’s not what you deserve. You deserve a man who looks at you like you’re the greatest treasure in the world, who tells you that you’re beautiful and that you’re his everything. You are beautiful. You’re unbelievably talented, and you have so much passion, fire, and art in your soul. It’s not that I don’t want this, but you deserve more. You deserve a man who takes his time, holds you after, and can spend the night with you. You deserve a man who never takes for granted the privilege of waking up beside you.”
She covers her face with her hands, groaning. “For the love of shit sticks, this is far too much poetry. Why can’t I be like everyone else and just fuck him out of my system?”
“Other people might pretend, but I don’t think it works like that, even for them.”
She peeks between her fingers. “I think you’re wrong.”
“Maybe.” My cock is screaming a whole lot of what the fucks at me. If it were driving this body and not my better judgment, it would say I’m most definitely wrong. “Let me call you a tow truck and make you a cup of tea. Let me wait with you outside and make sure the guy is okay before you get in there with him.”
“What are you? Some kind of chastity guardian angel?”
“Definitely not. But I…I have a child of my own.” I wince, both because giving myself away isn’t an option and because it makes me sound like an asshole. I can’t even tell her that I have a daughter who’s probably her age, but maybe she can tell just by looking at me.
“I happen to like older men. Does that make me a pervert? Well, an attempted perv, I guess. I can’t even do a one-night stand right.”
I offer my hand to help her stand. “I didn’t mean to imply that this was cheap or wrong. Just that I think you’d like to have a good cry alone and pick up the pieces after that. I don’t want to be something you wish you could take back.”
“A rebound for a rebound,” she mutters darkly. “You don’t happen to have, like, a few grand sitting around that I could borrow so I can get my car fixed, do you? I’ll pay you back. I’m just short right now. Wedding season is coming up, but in the meantime, things get rough.” She laughs like she’s joking. She certainly doesn’t expect me to say yes.
“Are you a photographer?” I ask.
“I wish.”
“Do you play for a living?”
“The piano? No. I wish that too. I plan weddings. I handle the boring, horrible logistics of the whole thing so other people don’t have to lose their minds doing it. I like it though. The parts everyone hates are the areas where I thrive.” She smooths her hand down her coat, even though it’s not the kind that wrinkles. “I’m usually not a hot mess. I’m actually a very organized, meticulous, and careful planner.”
I pull out my wallet and dig out a fistful of bills. “That should cover everything. You don’t have to worry about paying me back.”
She stares at me like I’ve just done the reverse prince-to-frog thing, and now I’m a giant toad standing here, but she likes toads. She just can’t believe it really happened. “What? Of course I’ll pay you back! Give me your number. I’ll have it in a month, with interest.”