Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I nodded, thinking that was a fantastic idea.
“They’ll also lend me a box truck they had planned to use for deliveries,” Maven continued, floating around like she was on cloud nine.
Grinning at her excitement, I went through the rest of the space with her, loving her bright smile.
“Oh!” she cried. “And the best part!”
She squeezed my hand and tugged, leading me out of the break room and up to a set of stairs that had been hidden by what I thought was a closet.
It was not.
The stairs led up to a loft apartment that had me inwardly scowling.
“I have a space to stay here!” she cried. “But no garden. I’m going to get this guy to list my house, though.”
I pasted on a happy smile, even though I wanted her to stay at my place with me.
That really was too soon, though.
At least for her.
“This is great, honey,” I said resolutely. “It’ll get you out of Dallas, away from him. And you’ll be close.”
To me.
Her smile was warm as she said, “My thoughts exactly.”
I am in my own little world. You need a wrist band to get in here.
—Auden to Maven
AUDEN
I listened to her phone calls all afternoon.
The woman was an open book, taking every single one of them on speakerphone as she baked up a storm in my kitchen.
My house smelled like apple pie, and I’d gorged myself on so much food it wasn’t even funny.
The pool party had been fun.
But right now, with her dancing around my kitchen in panties and my t-shirt again, I was more than ready for more dessert. Only, the kind that wouldn’t make me gain twenty pounds if I ate it.
As she danced next to my chair, my socks making it easy for her to slide along the wood floor, I caught her around the hips and spun her toward me.
She came willingly, straddling the chair I was sitting in filling out new hire paperwork.
She smiled softly at me, then pressed pause on her watch.
The music that’d been filling my kitchen through the Bluetooth speakers in my ceiling died.
I eyed her mouth for all of two seconds before I kissed those plump lips.
The way she moaned and sank deeper into me was permission enough for me.
My hands went to her panties, sliding from the small of her back to come around and press against the heat of her.
She was wet already, and I grinned against her lips. “How long have you wanted this?”
“I’ve been dancing for you, Auden,” she breathed. “I don’t dance for just anybody.”
She moved, standing up between my splayed legs.
Eyes on me, she pushed her panties down to the ground at her feet.
Her shirt went next, and my breathing accelerated.
There was nothing about her that wasn’t perfect.
I liked that she had meat on her bones.
I liked that she enjoyed life, and it showed.
I loved that she had ample tits, round hips, and thighs that were made for my hands to hold.
Her eyes went to my sweats, where my cock was now straining behind the fabric, and she said, “Are you going to get rid of those, or should I?”
The thought of her pulling them down, being so close to my cock…
“You,” I suggested. “All you.”
She grinned and leaned forward.
I lifted my hips up when she reached for the waistband of my sweats.
“You knew what you were doing by sitting here in these sweats and nothing else, didn’t you?” she asked. “I’ve danced to these songs for a solid thirty minutes while you filled out all that paperwork. To answer your earlier question, yes, I’m wet. For you. I’ve done nothing but think about doing exactly this since I saw you in those short shorts at the pool this afternoon.”
I grinned at her. “They’re not really that short.”
“Anything under eight inches is short,” she breathed as she tugged my pants down.
My cock caught on the fabric, and sprang upward, slapping against my belly once it was free of the waistband.
Her eyes went wide as she pulled my pants down to my ankles, gaze held on the length of my cock.
“You know,” she sighed. “It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t show me this thing before we, erm, you know.”
“Before I fucked you?” I teased, loving the redness in her cheeks.
That redness caused me to grin wider.
“Yes, before you did that,” she whispered, her knees dropping down to our clothes on the floor. “I don’t even know where to start.”
My cock was already weeping at the thought of having her mouth on me.
The tip pearled with pre-cum, causing her to hesitate.
“I want you,” I said. “I’m not going to apologize for that.”
She leaned forward, her tongue out, and lapped at the head of my cock.
My hips lifted up off the chair, and she glanced up at me with a wicked smile before saying, “Tell me what to do to make you like this.”