Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
The glass doors call my name, ready to see how beautiful the outside living space is, but not ready to sit outside again. I just washed the sweat off from the day; adding more to it is the last thing I want.
“Holy fuck, this place is a dream.” I look from the view of the park with its green trees, people walking along the paths, and while I don’t live too far from here, I also don’t make it to this side of town very much. Maybe I can convince Luke to walk with me when the weather cools down.
The patio furniture is set up like an intimate seating area, looking soft and inviting. A lot like the couch and the rest of the furniture inside. No expense was spared, but you can tell it was done in a way that’s meant to be comfortable. There’s nothing gaudy or ostentatious; it’s classy mixed with Luke’s masculinity. You can tell from the few frames, the blanket, and a couple of other décor pieces that either his mom had a hand in helping or one of the girls did. Either way, it works well with the space.
A soft grunt echoes through the quiet apartment over the steady water flow from where Luke is currently in the shower. I bite my lower lip as a shiver slides down my spine, and while curiosity killed the cat, I’m definitely moving closer to hear each low guttural groan. I know I should give Luke his privacy. He gave it to me earlier. I also closed the bathroom door, needing privacy to take care of the after effects of my surgery. I also couldn’t help myself in the form of self-pleasure; it was either do that or take a cold shower, and I knew even that wouldn’t take the edge off.
In a different time and place, I’d have invited him inside the massive glass stall with more showerheads than I knew what to do with. It also made me realize getting my hair wet would be inevitable. Luke’s three-in-one type body wash, face wash, and shampoo did nothing to help the tangles of my hair.
My magic bag of tricks had a brush and even a mini spray bottle of leave-in conditioner. One thing about me is I’m always prepared.
“Unnh.” A slam hits the tile wall. Staying silent is the last thing on my mind as I round the corner. All this time, Luke was worried I’d pass out in his shower, when in all actuality, it seems like it could be him.
“Luke, are you okay?” I say hesitantly while walking further into the bedroom. The luxury tile, or it could be marble, changes to carpet and warms me up with each step.
“Shae.” The door to the bathroom is open, wide open. I take another step, closer to coming face to face with what I’m realizing is Luke pleasuring himself. My name tumbling off his lips while doing so makes my thighs quake, my insides quiver, and my mouth water while watching him.
He’s facing me.
Watching me as I watch him.
I stay where I am, knees locked, hands at my sides, and wait to see what he does. This could very well be a massive invasion of privacy, except why would he leave the doors open, and why would he continue to use his hand on his cock in a corkscrew motion? The glass shower walls never fog over; they remain clear and translucent, allowing me to see Luke so vividly. His hair is wet, slicked back, and water sluices over his muscled form. The happy trail on his abdomen calls to me, making me take another step forward. I want it to be my hands on his length. I want to be on my knees for him. I want to watch him lose control and it be by my mouth or hands.
“Luke, please,” I beg, unaware of how to convey just how much I need him. My body may not be able to take him in a traditional way, but I can make him feel good, too.
“What do you want, baby girl?” He opens the door and steps out, unbothered by the water dripping down him.
“You. I want you,” I admit more easily than I expected.
“You can’t have me, Shae. Not yet and not in the way I know you’re craving as much as I am.” Through this whole conversation, he doesn’t stop working himself. His hand glides up and down his shaft. The head of his cock leaks precum, and I want nothing more than to sweep it away with my tongue.
“There are other areas of my body that aren’t off limits.” I’m now within reaching distance. A hand cups the nape of my neck, pulling me closer, and Luke’s lips hover above mine. His scent surrounds us, and when my eyes shutter, he makes his move. The kiss is full of passion. He’s gripping my neck tighter, pulling me into him, pent-up passion bubbling above the surface. We’re both dying for more. My palms lift to his chest, and I feel him tremble beneath me, loving that I’m doing this to him.