Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Oh, I just thought because of the way you were talking that you–”
“Of course, I’m not scared,” I reply. “You have that teacher over here tomorrow, and I’ll show them just what I can do.”
8
JASON
I’m up before Lucy, which is no surprise. I’m an early riser, adhering to the CEO stereotype. So I leave her in bed and head downstairs and make myself an omelet and a protein shake and get a few calls out of the way. I have Barry, the piano teacher, on call for the entire day. I basically just paid him to be ready for whenever I need him, so whenever Lucy is up and good to go, I’ll give him a call, and he’ll be on his way.
I knew she’d go for it. My plan. I knew she had a fire inside her that was looking to get more out of her life. Is she anxious? I’m sure she is. But will she conquer that anxiety and succeed?
Absolutely.
How do I know? I just know.
If Lucy was not a gorgeous girl but an investment to be made, she would be a solid investment. I saw it the moment I saw her.
I’m on a call with one of my VPs of production, going over some issues we’ve been having with supplies coming out of China, when Lucy comes downstairs wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts.
“Paul, you’re going to have to take over,” I say. “Something’s come up.”
I disconnect the call and turn to her. She clearly hasn’t showered. Her hair is a tousled mess, which somehow makes her even sexier and instantly causes my cock to begin to harden.
“Hey there.” I grin, getting up from my seat and going over to her. She still looks slightly sleepy as I take her into my arms.
“I thought you’d maybe gone into the office and left me alone again. But I didn’t see a note, so…”
“Oh, shut up.” I smirk, kissing her heavenly lips. “You know we have plans today.”
“I know,” she replies, a hint of nervousness in her smile.
“Don’t tell me you’re worried? What happened to that I’m-not-scared Lucy from last night?”
“I’m not scared!” she protests. “I’m just tired. I need to wake up. Care to join me for a shower? You smell like you could use one.”
I fake being offended and grab her by both wrists. She’s so adorable pregnant, but it does make me want to treat her much more delicately, which is why I don’t lift her up and throw her over my shoulder and carry her up to the bathroom. Instead, I just walk her up there, strip down, and step beneath the warm water with her.
“I could do this all day with you, my princess,” I whisper as I take the soap and lather up her delicious body.
“Right back at you, my king.”
I’m hard in seconds and take her again. I simply can’t resist. I’m instantly thinking about what it would be like living with her, and if this what it would be like living with her, I am going to be in some serious trouble keeping my hands off her.
When we’re finished, we dry each other off and go back into the bedroom. I take a seat and watch as she dresses. She looks back at me and smiles. “What?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“No, what?” she replies, sliding into a simple pair of black yoga pants. They probably cost no more than ten dollars, but she makes them look like a million bucks.
“Just admiring the view.” I grin.
I watch as Lucy blushes. She’s just too adorable. It’s amazing how she can go from shy and cute one minute to confident and a girl on a mission the next.
“I can see how you got to where you are today.”
“Oh, yeah? How’s that?” I ask.
She walks over to me and puts both arms around my neck. For once, I’m looking up at her as I’m sitting and she’s standing over me. “With your insatiable charm,” she says with a smile.
I stand up and take her into my arms. Her lips somehow always seem to be calling out to me, and I answer with a deep, passionate kiss.
“Care for something to eat before your big performance?” I ask her.
“Big performance?” She glares playfully back at me and gives me a slap on the chest. “Jason, would you stop?”
Laughing, we both go downstairs to the kitchen. I call Barry and let him know Lucy will be ready in an hour or so, and the two of us make pancakes and eggs. Lucy eats light, as she says performing on too full of a stomach makes her feel sick.
We’re cleaning up when I hear the doorbell.
“That’ll be him,” I say.
Lucy is still playing it cool, but she can’t hide the deep breath she takes beside me. As we’re walking to the door, she stops and turns. “It didn’t even occur to me, Jason. Where am I playing? Do you even have a piano?”