Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” I shrug. “Does it matter? You know for a fact he won’t share it with anyone because he wants his image to remain squeaky-clean perfect.”
“I have divorce papers,” she informs me. “So, soon I’ll be officially divorced.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I think so.” Her forehead wrinkles.
“You should know so.”
Her hand goes to her hair as I place the drink in front of her.
“Are you married?” she asks.
“No. I don’t believe in marriage.”
“Okay, did not expect that.” She picks up her drink. “Who was the blonde that got into your car?”
“The blonde?” I question.
She nods. “You touched her hip.” My lip quirks at the bit of jealously I know I am portraying.
“Oh, yes, that’s Avani. She runs this place. You’ll meet her soon.”
She turns away and does a quick scan of the room before those rainforest green eyes find me again. “Why am I here?”
I press a button on the small device in my pocket, and her eyes go wide. She bites her lip and carefully places the drink down.
“Is that why I’m here?” she asks breathily.
“Do you not like it?” I ask, leaning toward her across the bar. She leans in too, her breathing picking up as her bottom wiggles on the stool.
“I…” She pauses, and her eyes flick to my lips. “You haven’t kissed me yet.”
“I haven’t kissed your mouth,” I confirm. “Would you like me to? I have kissed other places…” I grin as I glance down to where she is currently crossing her legs. “Are you comfortable?”
“I am.”
Lies. I chuckle, then step out from behind the bar and walk around to where she is seated. I reach out and touch her red locks, which are down and free tonight in bouncy curls.
“Would you like me to kiss you now?” I ask, leaning in close yet not touching her. Her breaths tickle my lips as I wait. My hand finds her thigh, and I squeeze it before I press another button, making the buzzing sound even louder.
“Oh…” She shakes her head. “Y-yes, you can kiss me now.” She leans in to kiss me, but I stop her with a finger to her lips. She parts them, and I press my finger into her mouth.
“Suck,” I order.
She does, and my other hand glides up so I can press the vibrator harder against her clit. I pull my finger free from her mouth and slip it under her dress, where I pull her panties to the side before I place my wet finger on her clit. “So wet already. That’s my girl.” She moans as I slide my finger inside of her.
And then she seems to remember where we are, and her breathing stops as she looks around, panicked, before those eyes that I get lost in find mine. “People can see us,” she whispers.
“Does it matter?” I ask, my tongue flicking out to run along my lips. She moves just a fraction, and as she does, I push my finger in deeper.
“How are you doing that?” she chokes out.
I nod down to my hand that’s gripping her thigh. Her brow raises, and she reaches for it, presses the button, and squeals as she puts it on the highest setting. I huff out a laugh at her reaction. I was planning on working her up to that.
“You should kiss me now,” she says, leaning back in.
“I think you can wait.”
“You are so mean.” She groans, and I smile.
I lick her ear before I say, “No, baby, I’m going to make you come.”
Chapter 16
Promises, promises
Oriana
I believe his words.
He is indeed going to make me come.
As I move closer to him I bite the inside of my cheek, his finger inside of me still thrusting. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Sitting in this place with his hand up my skirt and a vibrator in my panties.
What type of woman have I become?
He chuckles as I grip his shoulders, my nails digging in.
“That’s my girl. Come for me, all around my fucking fingers. Milk them as if they were my cock.”
I felt the orgasm break loose when he said, “That’s my girl.”
Why does that do it for me?
The best I was called from my ex-husband was “wife.”
That was exciting at the beginning until it wasn’t.
But “that’s my girl”?
Does that ever get old? I believe not.
My grip loosens, and he removes his hand as I lay my head on his shoulder.
“Are you ready for me to show you around?” he asks.
I pull away from him and stand, righting my skirt and looking around to see if anyone has witnessed what just happened. I glance back to my drink, pick it up, and toss it all back before I nod. “Liquid courage.”
“You don’t need courage.” He winks. “Just stamina.”
I giggle, and he grips my hand, leading me from the bar. The blonde who I saw with him last night approaches us. She’s dressed in a long, lacy shawl over the top of a lingerie set.