Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
That was what scared her.
All the men she’d been with before, she had felt that initial attraction, but it had always fizzled out. It wasn’t strong. It didn’t make her weak.
Her first waking thought had never been about any of them.
With Brice, it was.
She thought about him when she really shouldn’t.
She liked him living with her, cooking for him, and just being around him. She didn’t need a rocket scientist to realize that she liked him a whole lot. That her liking him could quickly turn into something stronger.
He had a way about him that she enjoyed.
As his fingers stroked over her slit, sliding between the lips of her pussy, she was lost.
“I don’t give a fuck about what our parents think, and neither should you. This is about us, Danielle. No one else. I’m not going to let you run and hide anymore. If you want someone to play with this pussy, then come to me.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
He filled her with two fingers as his thumb pressed against her clit. The pleasure was intense.
“Yes, I am.”
“Are you a Dominant?” she asked.
Opening her eyes, she stared into his. She couldn’t believe he was fucking her with his fingers in her bathroom.
“No. I’m not a Dominant. I have no need to have your submission, to call me Sir or Master, or for whips and chains, or whatever it is that a Dominant needs to do.” He leaned down, and she cried out as his tongue flicked over her nipple. “Are you sensitive? I feel you gripping my fingers.”
“Yes.”
“I like that. I know what you want and what you need. Forget about our parents, Danielle. It’s just you and me in this house. We’ve got no distractions, and you keep fighting this, it’s only going to make it worse.”
“How so?”
“Because, you’re going to need release sooner or later. I can give it to you. I know you can give it to me.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and she watched as he licked them clean.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He didn’t say anything as he got to his feet.
“Where are you going?” She didn’t like how needy she sounded.
“I’m going to my bedroom. If you want me to finish what I started, come to my room. You know where it is. I walked in on you in the bathroom. For that I apologize, but I won’t apologize for wanting to fuck you and to make it good.”
Before she could protest, he was already gone.
Sinking beneath the water, she sat back up and wiped the water from her face. That hadn’t ended how she thought it would.
Dropping her head into her hands, she stared at the open door.
Would it really be so bad with him? Giving him what he wanted?
Get a grip, Danielle. This is not just about what he wants, and you know it. It’s about what you want as well.
Stop denying it, get up, and go to him.
She finished washing her body and hair. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped her hair up, dried her body, and entered her bedroom.
There was no sign of him.
With her body dry, she released the towel on her hair. Running a brush through it, she used the towel to dry it some more. With a final brush, she grabbed a robe, secured it around her waist, and walked the distance to his room.
Each step she took, she thought of all the good and bad things that could come from this.
At worst, she was going to get a broken heart.
At best … she was going to have some really good sex.
Standing outside his room, this had to be one of the craziest things she’d ever done. Raising her hand up, she knocked on the door.
He didn’t make her wait long before he told her to enter.
Gripping the handle, she knew she had time to step away.
It would be different now though. He knew she was touching herself in her bathroom thinking about him, and she knew he’d done the same, only he’d found completion.
The line of their friendship had been crossed already, and there was no going back. Not now, not ever.
Turning the handle, she stepped into his room.
He sat on the edge of his bed, his hands clasped together.
“Hello,” she said, closing his door and leaning against it.
“Why did you hesitate?”
“You know why. This is a big step. I don’t know if you know this, but I do consider you a good friend and I don’t want to lose that.”
“You won’t.”
He got to his feet, and all thought left her as she watched him.
“We’re two consenting adults. There’s nothing going to happen here unless you want it. Do you?”
“What?”
She was having a hard time focusing as he removed his shirt, revealing his heavy, muscular arms. He had to work out. Considering he was a businessman, there was no way he was just naturally born with muscles like that.