Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
Silently, I get out of my truck and creep over to the side of the house. I stop at the first window. It’s the only one with a light on. Hesitantly, I peek in, I see her—Fresh out of a shower, sitting on the edge of her bed. I watch in rapt fascination as she rubs lotion on her legs.
Then she stands, facing away from her bed, and drops her bright pink towel. Her breasts sway with the motion. My eyes wander down her body. Her bare pussy comes into full view as she continues to rub lotion into her thigh. My mouth dries up, and my dick hardens in my jeans. Instantly, the zipper digs into my flesh, reminding me I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be spying on her like this, but I literally can’t look away. I stumble backward when she sensually rubs the lotion into her breasts, pulling on her nipples. Through the thin pane of glass, I can hear her moan. The sound is foreign to me, yet familiar. That sound has haunted my dreams. I can see that she is looking at her body in the full-length mirror on the back of the door in front of her, and that makes this even more erotic than it already is. I can’t make myself look away as she smooths the palm of her hand down her belly and dips into her pussy. I watch as she pleasures herself. Oh. My. God. My entire world flips on its axis, and suddenly Original Sin makes sense to me. Just like that, I know that I’d do whatever she wants me to do:
Eat a forbidden apple?
Rob a bank?
Forsake everything and everyone I hold dear?
Kill a man?
All would be done without hesitation with just one fucking word from her pouty lips.
What am I becoming? A man possessed, to be sure, but I feel it’s so much more than that. As a man of God, I know better. I know it’s wrong to stand in the bushes outside of a stranger’s house and watch as the object of my obsession jills off. I know what I’m doing is wrong, but I can’t look away. The temptation is too great.
Somehow, I resist the urge to stroke my dick in time with her movements. I have the strangest desire to save up all my come and fill her with it until she’s round with my child. Shaking my head, I walk away when she climbs into bed and turns the light off.
Until tomorrow night, I silently promise her.
Chapter Two
DANICA O’BRIEN
I have worked for this restaurant chain for three years now. Only two weeks at this location, though. I worked my way through college, where I just got my MBA. I was just hired as the chief of staff at the Cupid’s Cove General Hospital. I don’t start until next month. Technically, I don’t need to work. My brother is the current head of the O’Brien Crime Family. While I don’t have a problem with my family’s illegal activities, I like working, even at Larry’s. Nothing says class like delicious chicken wings served in too-short shorts and low-cut shirts. Originally, I’m from Newark, New Jersey.
Last year, my father was killed by a rival family, leaving my brother to take over. Poor Sean. He is a freaking genius, but he has problems talking to other people or even acting how one would think a mob boss should. Two days after my father’s father, we found my mom dead. She overdosed on pills wearing the pajamas he wore the night before he died. They were so in love. Unheard of in our world, but they did. They were married thirty-five years. I want that. I want to be so in love with a man that I can’t stand the thought of living without him. Hopefully, with less death, though. Moving to Cupid’s Cove is a much-needed change. Everything was fine at first. The customers were less handsy and less drunk for starters than they were in Newark. I was surprised at how much I liked that, but that wore off quickly. The other servers are all nice and super professional. It’s the managers you have to watch out for. For three nights in a row, work has been terrible. Normally, I love my job, but tonight it all hit the fan. At least I never have to go back there. My shift manager, Tim, called me into the tiny cubicle office he shares with the three other managers when I had about fifteen minutes left in my shift. After a less than subtle suggestion that I go out with him and a lewd gesture, he fired me when I declined. How I managed to do it politely, I’ll never know. In my head, all I heard was laughter. Tim’s not bad looking or anything, but I don’t date, and I’d certainly never date my boss.