Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
But will I ever see Mr. Aston again? I frown while throwing the blankets off and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. It was nearly sunrise when he drove me home, and to be honest, his seed was still dripping from my secret spots when he dropped me off. But before I got out of the car, Morgan gripped my chin and gave me another one of those mind-blowing kisses before breaking away.
“I’ll call, baby girl,” he said, blue eyes glinting in the faint grey of dawn. “That was an incredible night.”
Then, as if he was unable to resist, he kissed me again like I was the only person on Earth that mattered in that moment, and I’ll never forget the hungry look in his blue eyes as he watched me climb unsteadily out of his luxury car. I tottered to the front door of my parents’ home, basically limping from his hard usage, and I could almost hear his low chuckles as I let myself into the darkened home.
But will he really call? I hope so, yet there’s a part of me that brutally realistic and knows that Morgan Aston will probably never reach out. He’s a wealthy, established attorney in his forties, with a career, a child, and life experience. What in the world would he want with a naïve teenage girl who’s in the midst of college applications? The pairing is so ludicrous as to be comical.
But then again, we did have a lot of fun together, and I stare hard at my phone as if by doing so I can make it ring. Of course, it’s totally silent. I shake my head ruefully and decide to just get up and get ready for the day. What’s going to happen is going to happen, and there’s nothing that I can do to change or influence the future. There’s no point in worrying about maybes, and hell, at the very least I need to take a shower because I’ve got this man caked all over me at the moment.
But as I stand up and start strolling to the bathroom, my phone vibrates. Is it Morgan? I try to keep myself from feeling too excited in case it’s not him, but I can’t stop myself from nearly diving across the bed to the table to grab my phone. I’m shaking with excitement as I pick it up and put in my passcode with trembling fingers.
Ooh goody, it’s a number that I don’t recognize. Usually, I avoid unrecognized numbers like the plague, but today, it promises possibility. Sure enough, when I tap on the notification, I nearly squeal when I see the text.
Hey Natalie, it’s Morgan. I got your number from my housekeeper. Are you free to babysit this Friday?
There’s no allusion to what happened last night, or to any kind of frisky play. I’m a little disappointed, although of course, that’s the handsome attorney being smart. He doesn’t know who has access to my phone, and for all he knows, my parents might check my messages.
I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down before typing a reply. After all, I don’t want to seem too eager, or even worse, too childish in my response. So I wait a few minutes before responding.
Yes, definitely. I text back excitedly. Would 7 work?
His reply is immediate.
Perfect. See you then.
Then, I put my phone down and do a little happy dance in the bedroom while letting out a few soft whoops. So what if I look crazy? Morgan Aston wants to see me, and my heart’s already pounding with excitement. What will we do? Will it be a repeat of what happened last night? There’s a goofy smile on my face as I spin on my heels and head to the bathroom once more.
By the time I turn the water on, I’m humming to myself and giggling while imagining all the possibilities. Maybe Mr. Aston and I will shower together, his big hands trailing over my slippery curves. Or maybe he has a two-person sauna in that huge house of his, and we’ll end up nude inside after a bout of hot sex. Hell, maybe we’ll have sex in the sauna, christening those wooden benches with our energetic lovemaking. I smile and giggle again. Whatever happens, it’s sure to be exciting and now I can’t wait for Friday to come.
6
Morgan
It feels like it takes forever for the weekend to roll around. I’m a busy guy, and usually, time seems to whip by in a snap. But now that I’ve had a taste of Natalie, I can’t get her out of my mind and the second hand feels like it never moves on the clock. My nights are filled with fantasies of her luscious body, and even during the day, I find myself staring off into space uncharacteristically. I’m thinking only of those bouncing brown curls, her big breasts, and the sweetness between her thighs that she was only too happy to share.