Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Julian and I have been working toward this – together – for half our lives.
But that doesn’t stop my mind from bringing the office back to me, the scent of my woman.
I move my hand down my body, my eyes tightly closed as I remember the moment Julian interrupted us.
But in the fantasy, there’s no interruption, nothing to stop me from grabbing her thick ass and guiding my swollen helm to her sex, nothing to stop me from grinding deeply inside, from making her feel every single inch.
I bite down as my cock gets instantly hard.
There’s a crime happening here. Wasting seed by not pumping it into my woman’s body.
But I can’t stop, not when I remember how tight her pussy felt around my tongue, imagining that same tightness around the base of my cock.
“This is forever,” I’d growl possessively as I pound her from behind, watching that big beautiful ass jiggle sexily for me. “You are mine. Only mine.”
With each word, I’d slam into her pussy quicker, with more feral certainty. She’d bounce with me, pushing back, so her ass slaps against my stomach.
I imagine spanking her lightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to let her know who she belongs to.
And then I’d press my body against her back, getting as close to her as I could, reaching around and indulgently massaging her tits.
I bet her nipples are as juicy and full as the rest of her.
I’m rubbing my cock hard and fast, but it doesn’t feel like that.
The rushing heat feels like her pussy, her soaked young sex squeezing around my shaft, begging me for more as I pound her harder, deeper, with more possession in each thrust.
As seed surges up my rock-hard dick, in those last moments before I come all over my tense stomach, I hear her soaked pussy as I ram my big cock inside of her, the gushing noises she’ll make.
I snarl as the release comes, and I hold the image in my mind as steadily as I can.
My woman bent over, my cock buried inside of her, her ass slightly red from our lovemaking, her hair spilling over her naked back as she turns and stares at me.
She meets my eye, as my helm releases the last of the seed, the final moments of pure euphoria.
I know what she’s thinking.
Together, we can do anything. We can even convince Dad it’s okay.
I open my eyes, sitting up, head rushing as guilt jabs at me.
I wasn’t supposed to do that, wasn’t supposed to even think about what we did, let alone touch myself while thinking about her.
And it’s not like doing that has given me any release.
As I step under my high-pressured shower, blasting myself with hot water, I feel the lust tempting me again. My balls feel just as full as before, and my mind is just as flooded with dreams of the future.
“Nothing happened,” I mutter as the water slides over my body.
That’s what I said to Lauren.
As if I could ever believe that.
Her expression dropped as if I’d seriously upset her. It’s something I never want to do, something I never want to be responsible for.
It’s the opposite of my job.
I’m supposed to protect her.
But if upsetting her keeps her relationship with her dad intact and my relationship with my best friend, isn’t it the right thing to do?
I sigh, running a hand through my hair, hot water sluicing down over my body…
My body pumps with fiercer and fiercer desire each second, no matter how hard I fight it.
CHAPTER
SIX
Lauren
“Is he gay?” Jimmy asks, biting into an apple.
I suppress a groan. When I came down for breakfast this morning, I thought it might be a break from the talk about Silas.
He was in my thoughts last night, refusing to leave…not that I fought very hard to get him out.
It was what we did. My hips pushed out against his face, his hot breath, his compulsive attention.
But the second I sit down, I realize my fourteen-year-old brother, Jimmy, and Mom are talking about him. Mom smiles at us across the open-plan kitchen, over the marble island, wearing the apron we got her for Mother’s Day.
“He’s had girlfriends, if you can call them that,” Mom says as she cuts the vegetables for her daily smoothie. “Dates, anyway…but not recently. Not that it’s any of our business.”
“He was Dad’s friend for years, wasn’t he?”
“They’re still friends,” Mom says with a tone of correction. “It’s just that, what with your father working in England for so many years, they have drifted apart. And you know Dad. He’s a real family man.”
“He’s never missed a soccer game,” Jimmy says, grinning as he runs a hand through his black hair, as deep as Dad’s. “Yeah, he’s the best.”
“Which makes it hard for him to take off on these adventure trips with Silas. Believe me, I’ve encouraged him, but he’d prefer to be with us.”