Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
*No pages in this novella should be taken seriously. This is a fun quickie.*
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CHAPTER 1
Garett
Winter leans forward, her elbows resting on the polished surface of the long mahogany table as she shifts in her chair. Her fingers nervously trace the spines of the books spread out before her while she gnaws on the tip of a ballpoint pen.
Her effortless beauty has always captivated me, making it hard to look away. Her pretty pink lips wrapped around the cap are so alluring and sweet that I can’t help but stare as my dick strains against my pants. I have a strong desire to hold her close and kiss her full lips until they’re swollen and bruised. I crave to see unrestrained yearning burn with passion in her eyes, an unmalleable desire that mirrors my desperate need for her. Yet all I do is lurk in the shadows because of a promise I made years ago.
For five years, I’ve kept a watchful eye on her, ensuring she has all her needs met. I’m confident the promise I made to her father never included fucking his daughter senseless. The days have blurred into one another, and with each passing hour, my desires grow stronger, pulling me further from my honorable promise and toward a lascivious proclivity. Visions of her, slick with sweat beneath me, have haunted my dreams until my wanton desires ignited into lustful cravings that I have trouble keeping under control.
My promise doesn’t encompass my twisted visions of her legs spread wide with my face buried into her wet, hot pussy.
I stop across from her. “Always hitting the books.”
Her gaze flickers away from the papers in front of her and lands on me. Those perfectly pouty, pretty lips, slightly stained with blue ink abandon the pen and flash me a sweet and startling smile.
She jumps out of her seat and throws herself into my arms with such force I almost stagger back. “Rett!”
I wrap my arms around her waist, and my thoughts drift to images of fucking her against one of the many bookshelves surrounding us. I resign myself to the consolation prize of burying my nose against the top of her head and inhaling the sweet floral scent of her shampoo.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
I take in her thick thighs in her short summer skirt and wonder how they would feel wrapped around my head. I leave my hand resting on her curvy hip, allowing my thumb to brush her full stomach as my eyes drift to her heavy breasts pressing against the thin cotton of her shirt.
I realize I’ve held her for too long, so I hesitantly let her go. “I was on campus for business, and your roommate said you were at the library.” I flick through the pages of one of the scattered books. “Always studying. You eaten today?”
“I grabbed some coffee and a bagel this morning.”
“This morning? It’s past dinnertime. Collect your things. It’s time to eat.”
“I still have a bit of work to finish,” she says, looking nervously at the clutter of papers on the table.
“Dinner. Now. Don’t make me carry you out of here like a caveman.”
She winks. “Something tells me you might like that.”
I can’t help but question if she intentionally teeters on the brink with me, as she’s doing now, leaving me wondering about her intentions. Her suggestive words, dripping with innuendo and double meanings, hint at something far more than a platonic connection. When she hugged me, I could’ve sworn she held on a little tighter than usual. I’ve always tried to ignore those intrusive thoughts, chalking them up to wishful thinking, but moments like these have me questioning everything.
“There are a lot of things I’d like. But right now, it’s making sure you eat.” I put the books in her bag and toss it over my shoulder. “What are you in the mood for?”
“You know what I’d like,” she almost purrs, pressing against me and linking her arm with mine.
“Pizza Roma it is,” I say, trying to avoid the suggestive nature of her question and my surging dick threatening to bust out of my pants.
The chilly night air nips at our skin as we walk outside, and Winter shivers visibly. “You should wear something more practical in this weather,” I say, shrugging off my jacket and placing it over her shoulders to cover her exposed arms. “These clothing pieces aren’t exactly suitable for November weather in New York.”
“It was sunny when I left this morning.” She shrugs, putting her arms through the sleeves. “I love wearing your jackets. I’m nowhere near skinny, but they make me feel tiny.”