Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Sweetheart, you let me worry about the weight. That kiss you gave me in the kitchen sealed the deal. Add the way you haven’t been pulling away any time I get my hands on you, it means you’re mine and I’m yours. Rory and Emmy help complete the circle.” I move my hands up higher, watching as she places the food and her glass of wine on the table by her head, body twisting as she moves. The fabric of her top lifts, giving me a view of her stomach, and when she has to really arch her body, the underside of her breasts are right there. I lick my lips, watching as she moves back to where she was, her pebbled nipples only getting harder as my hands keep working the muscles of her outer thighs, thumbs dragging across the inside, getting dangerously close to where I want to lick, taste, and feel.
“I’m dreaming, aren’t I? Right, this is a dream. You’re offering this on a silver platter. Maybe I shouldn’t have put my wine down after all.” Unable to stand another moment of Leigh putting any kind of self-doubt between the two of us, I make my move, cussing the small couch, when what we both could use is a bed beneath our bodies. What I don’t miss is the rapid rising and falling of her chest or the way her eyes heat with unhidden desire.
“It’s not a dream. It’s reality, a reality I’m going to make sure you’re a part of every step of the way.” I pause, letting Rosaleigh see the truth in my words, knowing I’ll bust my ass to make any reservation she has about us starting a relationship go away.
“Nix, I’m not even divorced from David yet. Which I’m realizing now should have happened after the news was delivered and there was a smear campaign against me by the media. Thank God our town didn’t show me their backs. That would have sucked. Oh, that reminds me. Do you know of a good divorce attorney?” I wasn’t expecting to bring up this conversation while my cock is hard as a rock while sitting across from Rosaleigh in clothes that leave little to the imagination. Lucky me on that front, but I could do without Douchebag David.
“Leigh, you didn’t see it because you were blind to any and all things David. The town loves you. Him, not so much. We’ll talk about that later, though. Thinking that might be a mood killer. And while I’m not interested in only taking you to bed, I doubt very seriously you want to delve into the past.” She gives me that soft look of hers, one she reserves for the girls when they’re talking about mundane things like their day at school, who’s failing what or who’s dating whom. I get that, for the first time in all my time of knowing Rosaleigh, she’s giving me something more than I could ever ask for. “As for the divorce attorney, I can ask Eli at work who he used.” I move her body until she’s straddling my lap.
“Oh, well, yes, if you could ask Eli. From what I read online, since he’s a wanted fugitive, we’ll just have to put a notice in the newspaper, and if he doesn’t respond, voilà!” The blanket drops to the side, and a shiver works through her body.
“Good. You need help, don’t hesitate to ask. We’ll call it an early birthday present for myself.” She throws her head back, arms looping around my neck, and let’s go, wild and free.
“As funny as that is, you can pay for the celebratory drinks. There’s a reason I’ve been nickeling and diming myself to death. I’ve got five thousand saved for the attorney. I wasn’t sure what the cost would be if this gets dragged out.” Goose bumps appear on her skin as my hands slide beneath her shirt, feeling her skin once again. When she moves her body closer, I know she feels what having her on my lap and in my hands does to me.
“That mean we’re on the same page? Because I’ve gotta tell you, Leigh, I’m not taking no for an answer, and I’m not giving up either.” If I have to play dirty, bend her to my will with my mouth, fingers, and cock, that’s what I’ll do. “I know you want this. I get that you’re apprehensive. That’s why I’m going to promise you something first. No sex, not yet. I’m not putting a timestamp on it. It’ll happen when you’re ready and you feel secure that this relationship is real and lasting.”
“You’re really going to deny us both orgasms?” She is seriously asking me that question with her cotton-covered pussy pressed against my cock that I could have whipped out in less than ten seconds with a pull on the buttons.