Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“I turned my entire apartment upside down and can’t find it. Unless you want to come back with me to see for yourself.”
“Maybe a second pair of eyes might do some good. Just in case before I start asking around to see if he’s into stealing jewelry or other things. My guess is if he’s forcing his business on folks like your landlady, he’s got some shady dealings going down.”
Havana sighs and lets me take her back to her place, a few blocks from Roy’s building. I don’t want it to be the same guy, but the chances are high that it is. Karma’s been a long time coming, but I don’t want to end up in jail for putting his face through a wall.
Instead of focusing on what I want to do to this lowlife, I go inside with Havana to help her look for her necklace. She’s right. She’s turned her apartment inside out looking for it and this second pair of eyes isn’t catching a glimpse of anything gold, silver, or otherwise.
After we give the apartment a thorough search, I help her put everything back in its place. She eyes me for a second and approaches me, with her eyes taking in every inch of my body.
I wonder if she’s going to start teasing me again, taunting me into taking her virginity. She smiles, telling me, “Thank you for helping me look. I was kind of hoping that I’d overlooked it and you’d spot it. I guess it’s back to Roy.”
“No. I don’t want you talking to anyone like that on your own. Let me talk to him, baby girl.”
“You’d do that for me?” she asks.
My finger hooks under her chin, lifting her face so she can look me in the eyes as I tell her, “I’ll do anything for you.”
“Anything but make love to me.”
“Watch that mouth of yours, Havana. You’ve already lied to me.”
She blushes, taking a step away from me and heading down the hall to her washer and dryer. “You caught me off guard. I didn’t want to waste the opportunity of having a locksmith right outside a door I needed unlocked. How’d you end up finding me anyway?”
“I was driving by and your hair is something I can’t miss. You’d looked like you needed some help. Now, I don’t mind you using me, but be honest with me, Havana. There’s better ways of solving problems like Roy.”
I watch her pull clothes out of the top machine, until she stops, jerking her arm, but it’s not coming out.
“Well, how about helping me solve the problem of getting my hand out of this dryer? I think my bracelet is stuck.” She jerks her hand again and can’t pull it out. After she reaches inside to feel around, I see the frustration building on her face.
My height gives me the advantage of looking inside to see that it’s indeed stuck. A charm caught in a hole in the drum makes it awkward for her, pushing her onto the tips of her toes but not enough to free herself. Being this close to Havana sets my mind and body on a primitive path.
“You are stuck,” I tell her with a smirk.
“Are you going to help me or not?” she huffs.
I stroke the side of her face, dragging my fingers down her silhouette until it reaches the round curves of her small ass. It’s the perfect size, fitting in the palm of my hand.
“I like you like this. Stuck and at my mercy. You owe me an apology for lying to me, Havana,” I tell her, sliding my hand up and down her ass.
“What would you do to get that out of me? Spank me? Spank me like you’re my Daddy.” She flashes me a wicked grin, flirting with me to rile me up and pushing her ass harder against my hand.
“You are going to do more than make Daddy spank you, baby girl,” I tell her, licking my lips.
I can’t stop myself. I’ve wanted her since I laid eyes on her months ago when Brody brought her around my office. Making myself available to her at any time, day or night. Now, here she is doing her damnedest to make me take her virginity.
“Well, go ahead and spank me, Daddy.”
4
HAVANA
The way I ache for Hendrix to look at me, to touch me, to do everything my highly imaginative mind can imagine doesn’t make any sense.
His presence, his body, and his hands command my attention every time he’s around… And I don’t want to fight the urges burning through my body.
If I can’t seduce him, then I’ll take my chances angering him to the point where he must do something about it. Something like now.
Hendrix’s hand rubs the backside of my jeans, but my hand is stuck in the dryer. When I reach to touch him, he moves out of my reach. Wagging his finger at me, he says, “You don’t get to touch me until I say so. Is that understood?”