Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
He’d told Drake his plan about getting her to cheat on him. “Yes.”
“That girl is a virgin.”
“I don’t care. I want out of this marriage and the sooner the better.”
“Don’t you think you’re acting a little rashly?” Drake asked.
“What would you have me do?” He glared at his friend.
“Go and talk to her. Get to know her. She doesn’t know the truth.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Then go and make it clear to her, James. Stop being an ass. She’s sweet. You know this. Every piece of information you got on her, she’s not hungry for your money or after your blood or sperm. Her parents are, and they will do anything to get it. Don’t treat her like you would them.”
He rolled his eyes. “You think because you’ve seen her for two minutes you know what you’re talking about?”
“I do know what I’m talking about. Stop being an ass and try to see that she’s all alone and that her parents probably even forced her hand. They forced yours. Why not their daughter’s?”
Drake left the office then, and James watched him go.
The last thing he wanted to do was to talk to Abby. This wasn’t about being stubborn either. He just didn’t want to be near her or have anything to do with her.
Running fingers through his hair, he gritted his teeth and made his way toward the pool house.
He wanted to avoid any conversation with Abby. Everything he’d gotten about her on file he didn’t trust or believe. She seemed like a nice young woman, a hard-working, caring, sweet person, and he didn’t have time in his life to deal with someone like that.
To get rid of her family, he needed to hate her.
Entering the pool house, he paused as she was singing to herself. She floated on her back, eyes closed, her voice filling the air. It was so soft and sweet. He didn’t recognize the tune. Taking a seat in the corner, he watched her.
Her body was on full display with the bathing suit molding to every single curve. His mouth watered for a taste of her. He wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to have her underneath him, to spread her open, to lick her pussy, to find out what made her ache and yearn for more.
It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman.
Would it really be so hard to use her?
To show her everything that her little virgin body had been missing?
He didn’t have to keep her around.
She was young.
Their marriage wasn’t real.
Her parents had forced this on the two of them.
If what Drake said was true, she wasn’t like her parents, and maybe he could work with that. They could work together to figure a way out of this situation.
She moved, standing up in the water, eyes still closed as she ran her hands through her hair.
The way she stood, with her tits thrust out, brought his cock to life. He wanted her, no doubt about that. He wasn’t some teenage boy that hadn’t gotten his dick wet. He was experienced in the fine art of fucking.
“Now that is a tempting sight,” he said. Before he’d even finished, she let out a scream and her hands went up to cover her body.
Her gaze landed on him. “You scared me.”
“I can see that.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I live here.”
“No, I mean, what time is it?”
“A little after five.” He’d left work early, and he wasn’t about to think of the reason why that had happened.
“Wow, really. I had no idea.”
“You like my pool?”
She licked her lips, and he wondered what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his cock, her head tilted back as he fucked her face. Would she be a sweet little cock sucker or struggle?
She’s a virgin.
You’d have to train her.
Her virginity a few moments ago had worried him, and now he was seeing a great number of possibilities.
“Erm, Drake, he said I can use it. He wasn’t lying, was he?”
He chuckled. “No. You listen to Drake. Whatever he says, goes.”
“Okay.”
He moved toward the edge of the pool. “Have you had a good morning?”
“I think so. I explored your home. It’s nice.”
“Just nice?”
“Yes. Your garden is beautiful though.”
“I pay a gardener to keep it that way.”
“Oh, right.”
Silence filled the space, and she kept looking toward the door.
“I better go,” she said.
He moved toward the stairs as she climbed out. Unless she got back into the pool, there was nowhere else for her to go.
“What have I done wrong?” she asked.
He found it so encouraging that her first thought was that she’d done something wrong rather than see him as an asshole, which he was being. A complete and total asshole, but that was okay.
“How about a kiss?”
“A kiss?”
“Your husband is home. Don’t you want to kiss me?”