Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I get it, sort of. But let me be perfectly honest with you, if I wasn’t over my previous relationship, I wouldn’t work so hard to see you.”
“Like when you randomly showed up at my office?”
Alex laughs. “Honey, until I met you, I never wanted to write a damn book in my life. You’re the excuse. The only one. I used the book thing as a ruse so you wouldn’t see through me.”
I think about the folder in my bag, filled with edits. “So, I’ve been editing for nothing?”
“No,” he says as he readjusts to face me. “Once I asked for your help, I figured I better follow through. Now I’m excited by the prospect of publishing.” He takes my wine from me and sets it on the table. “I like you, Kelsey. A lot.”
“I like you too.”
“And I know it’s late notice, but I’m wondering if you’d like to accompany me to a fundraiser next week. It’s black tie, and I can set you up with a personal shopper at Nordstrom's if you want to go.”
“I want to go, but I don’t need you to buy me things to try and convince me.”
Alex cups my cheek. His thumb caresses my soft skin. “That’s not why I offered. Besides, I want to buy you things, lavish you with gifts.”
“I like gifts.”
He smiles and blushes. “Well, once I start, it’s unlikely that I’ll stop. But in all seriousness, if you need a dress, please let me help. It’s such short notice, I don’t want you to stress.” His thumb runs lazy circles on my leg.
“Alex . . .” my voice trails off.
“I want to pamper you,” he says. “Please?”
Before I can answer, the doorbell chimes and he’s off to answer the door. I use this free moment to walk over to the pool, curious about the temperature. I take my shoes off, and roll my pant legs up before stepping in. It feels like bath water, and I can definitely see why Alex skinny dips.
“Do you want to go swimming or eat dinner?” His voice startles me.
I turn and find him there standing inches away, this mountain of a man who I’m certain I’m falling for, taking his shirt off. I swallow hard and am taken by the intricate tattoo covering his pec. I thought the tattoo on his left arm stopped at some point, but that was probably because I hadn’t seen him with his shirt off until now. I step out of the pool, coming face to face with him.
With no hesitation, my fingers trace the planes of his pecs, down to his abs, and along the waistband of his joggers. “Okay, Alex. You win.”
“This isn’t a competition.” His hands grip the edge of my sweater. He looks at me and I nod. In one motion, he pulls the piece of clothing up, and over my head. “Fucking beautiful.”
Everything changes in this moment.
TEN
ALEX
Kelsey’s fucking gorgeous. I don’t know how else to explain what my eyes see when I look at her. She’s a babe. A ten plus. She drives me crazy and just thinking about her makes me hard. Kelsey stands in front of me, in a white bra. There’s nothing fancy about it, yet it’s perfect. Knowing what’s underneath the minimal covering has my fingers itching for a feel and my tongue begging for a taste.
My eyes go from hers to her breasts and back. The ping-pong match is dizzying, but I don’t know where I want to look. Hell yes, I want to look into her eyes when I touch her for the first time, but damn it, I want to catch the moment her nipple pebbles too.
Kelsey’s hands go behind her back and then the straps of her bra fall forward. I stand there, stunned, like a young man seeing titty for the first time. I know what to do. I know how to make her feel good. Except my moves are fuzzy. This is what she does to me—makes me forget—in a good way.
Finally, my hand cups her breast, and I swear my eyes roll back in my head. Her mounds fit perfectly in my hand, as if they were made for me. I cup her other breast, massaging both of them until my thumbs graze her nipples lightly. Her breath catches and it’s like a flip switches on in my mind.
Most of the time, I enjoy our height differences, until moments like this. I bend awkwardly and take one breast into my mouth, sucking and nipping at her flesh. Her fingers dig into my shoulder, her nails biting at my skin. I’m content here, until I feel her fingers push at my waist band and her hand . . .
“Holy fuck, Kels.” My eyes definitely roll back as she grips my shaft, and it’s my breath that catches when her thumb rubs over the tip of my cock. I’m hard within seconds and all thoughts of skinny dipping, dinner, and taking things slow with her are out the window. I pick her up, regretting the loss of her hand around my dick, and carry her toward my bedroom. She kisses me and rocks her hips against my erection. I’ve never been so thankful for my pants as I am now. Hers too. Because the way her hips are moving, I’d be inside of her by now.