Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“And where do you fall in that, Brooklyn?”
“Love,” I admit. “I haven't had the best of luck on any dating site and I was about to give up.” I notice he didn't answer the question.
“Why didn't you give up?”
“If you want something you can’t give up. If I’ve learned any lesson from my stepmom and Charlotte, it’s that if I kept working towards a goal I’d get there.” I wanted out of the house and to put myself through college. I did that and now I want to find love. I want to be with the man I will spend the rest of my life with. I want a family of my own that’s nothing like the one I grew up in.
“You’re right about that. You never stop until you get what you want.”
This time when he pulls me close he deepens the kiss. I part my lips and his tongue sweeps across my bottom lip. His fingers tangle in my hair, and although he starts out slow, his possession is clear. I can feel a power in his hands and chest that he’s holding back. My core tightens and my body shudders at what could happen if he unleashes it.
“Brooklyn.” He pulls his mouth away and rests his forehead against mine.
“What?” I start to kiss him again and he shakes his head.
“We’re in public.” And it’s then I look down and see that I’ve climbed in his lap. I don’t remember moving, but I do remember craving more.
“Wow.” I smile, and my lips feel sweetly sore. “That was—”
“Unforgettable,” he finishes for me with the perfect word.
“You’re nothing like I thought you’d be,” I admit.
“I can say the same about you.”
“Too bad you told my friends you’d have me back by midnight.” I bite my lip to try and stop the laugh.
“We’ll have a lot more nights together.”
I really like the sound of that.
“I think you’ve earned a second date, although I have no idea how you’re going to beat this one.” It started off terrible but he changed it in a second. I think Dash is the type of man to go after what he wants too. Another thing I like about him.
“I’ll figure it out.” He gives me another kiss before I move off his lap and to the blanket beside him.
I’m sure he will and I’m going to have to figure out how to tell my friends about this.
I might be sneaking out.
Chapter Six
DASH
Me: Pickles.
Brooklyn: Seriously? How are you allergic to pickles? They’re so good, I would cry if I had to give them up.
I laugh as I lean back in my office chair and put my feet on my desk. I can’t remember the last time I smiled so much.
Me: You’re one to talk. You’re allergic to spiders.
Brooklyn: That is a real thing!!
Me: Two exclamation points. I think you might be exaggerating.
Brooklyn: I hope you are enjoying this.
Me: More than you know.
Leaving her at her apartment last night was no easy feat. I didn’t even allow myself more than a quick kiss because I knew exactly what it would turn into. If I’d let go of my self-control I’d have her up against the bricks of her building. Instead I waited for her to go in and then I barely made it back to my penthouse before I ran in the door and started jacking off.
She’d already texted me by then saying she had a great time, and flashes of her on my lap made it impossible to concentrate. As soon as the door snicked closed behind me I was shoving my hand down my slacks and grabbing my cock hard and tight. I fucked my hand so many times last night it was shocking to see it still full and thick this morning when I woke up.
I sent her a good morning text and told her I couldn’t wait to see her tonight. She sent me a picture of herself already dressed and on her way to work, and I’m not ashamed to say I jerked off to that too. Her little yellow cardigan had bumblebees all over it and I kept thinking about what it’s going to be like to fuck a kindergarten teacher dirty.
Brooklyn: Favorite ice cream.
Me: Mint chip, and if you don’t agree you are wrong.
Brooklyn: Okay, you’re right. That really is the best.
Me: I’m glad you see it my way. Favorite way to eat a potato?
Brooklyn: You’re so mean, that’s hard!
Me: You made me pick a favorite movie and song.
Brooklyn: True. Okay, French fries, but I would like to ask forgiveness from the baked potatoes of the world.
Me: Have I mentioned how cute you are?
Brooklyn: Boxers or briefs?
Me: Careful.
Brooklyn: What? I’m just asking questions.
Me: You’re teasing me. And I’ve still got four hours and seventeen minutes until I can see you again. Favorite pizza topping?