Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Um…no. We’re fine. Thanks,” he says, quickly dismissing her.
When she disappears, I turn my attention back to him. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
He grips my hand roughly. “Ye—Yes. You need to remove your hand.” The feral growl in his voice only intensifies my need for him. All sense of right and wrong fly out the window, and I dig my nails into his slacks, causing a jerking motion in his pants. I’m going to hell. Visions of his naked cock fill my head. My eyes wander to his groin, anticipating just how big and enticing it will be if he gives in to the temptation. What will it take for him to surrender to the lust he’s fighting?
I know my window is short, so before Hazel returns, I make a bold move. With his hand still grabbing mine, I interlock our fingers and drag them between my thighs. Forgetting to wear underwear was not an accident. I praise my smart thinking as I press the tips of his fingers to my wet folds.
“Jesus,” he groans, trying to pull away. His panicked eyes sear into mine, and I push him harder against my wet pussy. He makes another weak attempt to get free, and it makes me pulsate against his hand. I shove his hand closer, blessing myself with a thick finger that breaches my opening.
His eyes flare with anger as a deep growl crawls up his throat. “I said enough—”
“Sorry, guys. School stuff.” Hazel returns, sliding back into her seat. I remain calm and smile at her, even though my heart is pounding out of my chest. I nonchalantly release Heath’s hand and lift mine above the table.
“Was it that guy from your physics class?”
“Um… yeah. He wants to share notes.” Her attention is back on her phone, and she begins to launch off a text. I sneak a peek over at Heath with curious eyes. Is he taking the bait? Will he rat me out to Hazel? His eyes are clouded over, lust mixed with denial pouring from his gaze. I should feel guilty considering what this would do to Hazel if she found out, but the need is so strong, it overrides any remorse.
I reach over for my glass and take a sip of my soda, twirling my tongue around the straw. Hazel, her mood shifting with a wide grin, sets her phone down and offers us her undivided attention. “Okay, sorry. What’d I miss?”
If we weren’t sitting so close, I’d miss the tensing of Heath’s body. Enjoying his discomfort, I answer, “Dessert. We were discussing dessert.”
He loses his composure, and his knees smack the bottom of the table. His fidgety hands knock his beer over. “Shit,” he hisses, shoving himself back to avoid soaking his pants.
“Oh, Dad, here.” Hazel hands him a wad of napkins. “Are you okay?” He wipes away the beer before it overflows into his lap.
“Excuse me…I have to…” He practically pushes me out of the booth to free himself. “Sorry, I…um, need to get going. I have tons of work to finish.”
“I thought you weren’t—”
He throws a wad of cash onto the table. “I know, baby girl. But this is something I can’t ignore. Stay. Enjoy yourselves. I assume you two can catch an Uber or cab ride home.”
He refuses to make eye contact with me, and the rejection sucks. Leaning down, he gives his daughter a quick kiss on the forehead, then rushes away.
Heath
Slamming the door to my office, I throw myself into my chair and reach into my drawer for my bourbon. I pour a big glass and then take a huge gulp, needing the effect of the booze to wake me the fuck up. I scrub my sweaty palms down my face, trying to wipe away the images of my daughter’s little roommate. “Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?” I’m not in my right mind. Stress from work and too much alcohol is causing this inappropriate response and blurring my damn common sense. What was she thinking, flirting with a man twice her age? Wearing such a scandalous shirt, giving everyone a show of her perky tits? Perfect small nipples… “Enough,” I growl. This is so fucking wrong. I need to stop. Unfortunately, my rock-hard cock is threatening to tear through my slacks. I cuss under my breath, angry with myself for acting so carelessly. I shouldn’t have allowed her so close. I’m the adult, for Christ’s sake. I let her—“Fuck.” It feels like her wetness and warmth still linger on the tips of my fingers.
I should have figured out what she was up to and stopped it—shit, I should have stopped it the first time I saw the wicked glint in her eyes. She’s too young. She shouldn’t be offering such seductive advances to someone my age. But those lips. Her bare thighs. A stronger man would have denied the inappropriate passes or shut them down the instant they began. The way she propped those perfect little tits on the table…God, I wanted nothing more than to ram my cock between them. My hand’s been around my dick too many times to count fantasizing about it.