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)
“Simple mistake. I’m an old man, remember? No one will question it.”
“Heath, I’ve never said you were old.” I eye him through the mirror.
“I know. I was an ass last night. I lost my mind at the way he was looking at you. I told you I don’t share.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Like I said, I’m an ass. Forgive me.” He retrieves something out of his pocket. When a small box comes into view, my breath catches. He opens it, revealing a diamond charm necklace—my mouth parts on a gasp. With two hands, he unlatches the necklace and places it around my neck, a diamond letter H resting on my chest.
“Oh, Heath, you don’t need to—”
“Yes, I do. You deserve to be draped in more than diamonds. And since I can’t ask you not to wash away my mark, you’ll have this until the next time I get to freshen that mark.”
When he latches the necklace, he places his lips to the exposed skin on my shoulder. “Breathtaking. Just like you.”
I almost lose my footing at his praise. “Heath.”
“Shhh…” He presses his finger to my lips. “Tell me you accept my apology.”
Our eyes stay connected through the mirror. I never want to let go. He is what I crave. “I accept your apology.”
His wicked grin does me in. He holds me against him until I can gather my bearings. When we hear voices just outside the door, we break apart. I’m hesitant to let go of this moment, but I walk into a bathroom stall, shutting the door behind me as a group of girls enter.
“Uh…Mr. Winters, this is the girls’ bathroom.”
“Yes, sorry, ladies. I’m completely turned around. If you’ll excuse me.” Then he’s gone.
Violet
Hip hop music blares from our TV as Hazel and I sing and dance to our workout video. I’m soaking wet from sweating, and my legs burn.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I tell her as we both fall to the ground.
“That’s the point!” I’m trying to catch my breath, wiping the sweat off my brow. My favorite sound in the world echoes throughout our room, and Hazel gets up to answer “our” FaceTime call. I say ours because it’s not just meant for her anymore.
The remainder of our weekend was amazing. We stayed clear of any off-campus parties and did the whole “show Dad around the campus” tour. We watched movies and ate popcorn, and when Hazel fell asleep, I led Heath to an empty stairwell and allowed him to fuck my mouth. Then we walked down the deserted bike path in the quad and found a hidden nook between the trees where he fucked my pussy. I was overworked and sore, but no matter how hard he took me or how many times, I never felt completely sated. I needed more. When it was time for him to leave, I gave him a hug and fought every fiber of my being to release him when all I wanted to do was stay in his arms. I allowed his breath to skate along my neckline, giving me the warmth I needed until we saw each other again. We finally exchanged numbers, and it was only moments after he left that the messages began. They were sweet and sexy, naughty, and downright shameless. My grandmother is probably rolling over in her grave, but it’s all been so thrilling. I can’t get enough.
It’s been three days since I’ve seen him, and I miss him so badly, it hurts. This long-distance thing sucks, not to mention no foreseen visit in the future.
“Hey, Daddy!” Hazel beams as his handsome face fills the screen.
“Hey, baby girl. What are you up to?” His eyes search out mine. He gives me a schedule for when he’ll call, so I can be in the room. He craves seeing me as much as I crave seeing him.
“Nothing. Violet and I just got done working out. Probably gonna head to the smoothie café after this and study. We have exams coming up soon.” Hazel’s phone rings and she pulls it away so I don’t see who’s calling. “Guys, I’ll be right back. I have to take this call. It’s for school.”
Hazel walks out of the room, leaving Heath and me alone.
“How’s my naughty girl doing? Seeing you all sweaty has my cock hard as a rock.”
I giggle, rolling my eyes. “I’m sure. My hair is a mess, and I smell if that helps lower your weapon.”
“Makes it worse. You look like you have sex hair. Makes me want to tug at it and bend you over. And I’m sure you smell as sweet as you always do.” I can’t do anything but sigh. He’s so filthy with his words, yet so gentle with his praises.
“How’s your day? How’s work going?”
Sighing, he leans back in his chair, shoving his hand through his pristine hair. “Long. Had a business meeting go later than expected. I couldn’t stop thinking about you spread out for me last night, wishing those fingers were my fingers deep inside that pretty cunt of yours.”