Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
“Eat up.”
“Okay, love. But you need to tell me all about that picket fence comment.”
She sits across from me and smiles, a dreamy look on her face. “It’s nothing grand, really. A two-story cottage with a white picket fence. Light yellow shutters, hand-painted flower boxes on the windowsill, wrap-around porch with a swing and pair of rocking chairs, ivy creeping on the railings.”
From her perspective, I’m listening intently. But I’m already lost inside my head, picturing out the house she’s describing, mentally mapping how it’s gonna look, what it needs, and what else I can add.
The more she talks, the clearer the picture is.
And I smile.
4
RAVEN
I want him…badly.
I knew it from the moment I met him, but that little spanking session got me all fired up. I wanted more. I hoped for more. One kiss, and before I knew it, it was over.
When I bought the nurse’s uniform, it was on a whim. I figured, why not? Everyone goes in slutty outfits all the time. Surely, no one’s gonna notice my wide hips and big thighs. Those were always my biggest insecurities, and Mom’s regular “jokes” didn’t help.
She always teased me about the tears in my jeans or how I could never buy a pair online that would fit me.
She wasn’t wrong.
Still, I worked up the courage to buy it. When I put it on, I wasn’t sure. It didn’t feel comfortable obviously, but I also didn’t want to go to a party to get laughed at. I was still debating going there with my only costume when Rowan arrived.
The way he looked at me? Like I had sunshine coming out of my ass? It warmed me to my toes. Butterflies fluttered in my belly as he took me in. I might not have any experience with men, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he liked what he saw. Naked hunger flared in his eyes, and I wanted to drown in those depths.
Maybe…Maybe I don’t look so bad after all, especially if I can grab the attention of a man like Rowan—who I’m sure has dozens of gorgeous ladies drooling over him.
I haven’t changed into my pajamas.
I can’t even explain it, but Rowan has made me feel special, wanted, sexy—all the things I never thought I was.
Maybe if I… No. Absolutely not. I can’t go to his room and seduce him. It will break my heart into a thousand pieces if he laughs and rejects me nicely.
But…
I don’t think he’s like that. I mean, his gravelly voice as he masturbated to me, how he seemed to strip me naked with his intense gaze, and how he struggled for control when we kissed.
He wants me, too.
Fine.
I make the short trip to his room, trying to remember all the calming exercises I learned on the internet. Grounding myself, breathing slowly. God, I hope it works.
I’m about to step out of my comfort zone and do something I’ve never done before, and it feels more like I’m headed to my execution. My nerves are frayed.
I stand in front of his door, shifting my weight from foot to foot. I’ve already taken off the heels because how can I successfully seduce him if I’m wincing with every step?
This is crazy. I don’t know what I’m thinking. Who is this girl propelling me forward? Raising her fist to knock? Wringing her hands together as she waits for his response?
She’s not me. She’s someone else.
Oh god. I can’t do this. He probably hasn’t heard me. I still have time to go back to my r—
The door opens, and Rowan stands in the doorway, shoulder leaning against the frame and arms crossed over his broad chest. His dark hair is mussed up, and he’s changed into black sweatpants and a white fitted shirt.
God, he’s so perfect. Meanwhile, I’m…me.
“Need something, love?”
His deep, baritone voice silences whatever little devil is trying to sabotage me and this moment. He watches me intently, raking a hand over his mouth.
“Uhm. I… Can you help me untie the back?”
Rowan smirks and pushes away from the door. “Sure. Come inside.”
When we’re in the middle of his room, I wheel around so he’s facing my back. His fingers brush my back, but even with the fabric between us, fire plunges down my body and settles in my core.
He unties the ribbon for the bodice, letting it drop to the floor.
I swallow audibly. “Can you unclip the thigh straps?”
Rowan lowers himself to the floor. He unclasps one, his breath tickling my thigh. Slowly, he does the same to the other side.
The clasps are hanging on the stockings, but he doesn’t move. His head is on the same level as my pussy.
“Why are you here, Raven?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“No, love. Don’t do that. Never lie to me.”
My breath hitches when he runs his rough, calloused hands along my inner thighs. “Mmm. I can smell your arousal. If I take off your panties, will I find you dripping for me?”