Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Yes, let’s,” Nancy says, grabbing the bottle of champagne from the driver and getting in the car. I step and look at the driver and then look over my shoulder, seeing Layla just watching.
“Whatever you do,” I say, my voice low. “You do not have the divider closed. I don’t know if you have a lock system in the front, but it doesn’t close.”
“I’ll handle it,” he says, nodding, and I get into the limo, and not one second later, Nancy is practically in my lap. I have to fend her off, and I feel like I’m kung fu panda.
“You need another drink,” I say, pointing at her empty glass and grabbing the bottle from the silver bucket. “So tell me about yourself, Nancy.” I pour her some champagne.
“I’m an open book,” she says, finishing the champagne, then holding out her glass for me to pour more. She slides herself close to me and puts a hand over my shoulder. Her finger taps my shoulder as I fill her glass. She crosses her legs and put one of her legs over mine. “Tell me something, hotcakes.” She takes a sip of the champagne. “Are you a grower or a shower or maybe a bit of both?” I am about to answer her when she keeps on talking, finishing the glass of champagne and then leaning over and placing it in one of the cupholders. “I think I need to find out,” she says, and I don’t have time to register what she says before her one hand flies to my cock, and the other one joins it. I try to protect my junk by trying to move her hands, but her face comes into my neck, and she licks me. She fucking licks me.
“Nancy,” I huff out as I try to push her off me.
“I love when you moan out my name,” she says, crawling onto my lap and straddling me. I put my hands on her hips to pick her up and move her off me.
“Nancy,” I say, and she tries to stick her tongue into my mouth, but I turn my head to the side. I put her in the spot next to me, and I try to get away from her, but she locks her legs around my waist. She grabs my shirt and tries to bring me closer to her. “Nancy.” I finally am able to push away from her, and this time, I sit as far away from her as I can. She looks as if she is going to come toward me, and I put my hand up. “Stay.”
“But what fun is it if I’m over here, and you are all the way over there. For twenty-five K, I better be able to see skin.” She winks at me. “I have a great idea.”
I sit back with my guard up as my head spins as I try to come up with ways to end this date or at least get out with a little bit of my dignity. “Great,” I say with a huge sigh. “What is this?”
“We should go painting.” She grabs her phone. “I know a great artist who has lots of space.”
“That sounds like fun.” I agree. It’s much better than the romantic gondola ride I had scheduled and then the picnic in the park under the stars. “I can do painting.”
“Great.” She claps her hands. “He’s waiting for us. He is going to have to charge double since it’s last minute.”
“That’s fine,” I say, agreeing as she types and then gives me the address. The driver looks at me through his rearview mirror and nods as he makes his way there.
“I shall finish this champagne,” she says, grabbing the bottle and filling her glass and then downing it. “It really goes down smooth, doesn’t it?”
“It should; it’s the best,” I tell her. “But I don’t think it’s good if you finish the whole thing. I mean …” I try not to bring up her age. “Are you on any medications?” I try to find the right words.
“Nope,” she says. “I’m as healthy as can be.” I smile at her, and she winks. “They call me the Energizer Bunny.”
“Is that so?” I nod again, and thankfully, the car comes to a stop.
She looks out the window at the white building. “Oh, good, we’re here.” She grabs her purse and is about to get out of the car when the door opens, and she stops to look at me. “Listen, before we get out, I should tell you that Luigi and I.” She starts and then looks out the front. “We’re friends.”
“That’s good to know,” I tell her.
“With certain benefits,” she says, and my mouth hangs open. “Sexual benefits.” She gets out of the limo, leaving me here in shock. But nothing could prepare me for the man who comes out of the door to greet her. He looks like he is in his early thirties. His long hair flows in the breeze. “Luigi,” she says, and he holds out his hand for her.