Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Even more, Dane’s date always seemed to be slightly dazed from all the sex. More than once, I’d be eating breakfast at the kitchen counter at the main house, and the gorgeous woman would wander downstairs, her hair askew and dressed in little more than panties and a big t-shirt. I’d push a plate of pancakes her way with a wry good morning.
Angela (or Charlotte or Tess) would startle for a moment when she saw me. But then she’d giggle and pour herself some orange juice before taking a few bites of pancake and then rushing back upstairs again to her lover. More than once, I saw hickeys on the women’s neck, purplish and dark. There were even a few times when I noticed that her thighs glimmered on the insides. It was only when I was older that I realized she was leaking Dane’s cream, and the knowledge always made me clench my pussy with jealousy and arousal.
It's bad, obviously. I was in high school when I fully understood what was happening at the lake house, but instead of being outraged and offended, I wanted more. I wanted to be the woman in Dane’s arms, day and night, and to feel the huge man claim me. I wanted my moans to be the ones ringing out from his bedroom, and to be the curvy girl twisting beneath his big body as he ravished me with his lips, hands, and cock. I wanted to be the center of his universe, and the knowledge made me feel ashamed, but also filled me with longing. I’ve wanted this man for so long, and finally, I’m here. I’m sitting on Dane’s couch, looking straight into those penetrating blue eyes as he smirks.
“So you wanted a new life, hm?” he asks in a smooth drawl, taking in my curves. “Like a secret identity.”
My cheeks flush as I look down.
“Sort of. I mean, I’m happy to be Jamie Ventura, don’t get me wrong. But it’s nice to disappear into the anonymity of a big city at the same time.”
Dane nods, his blue eyes assessing me.
“And has New York been everything you’ve dreamed of? Have you been going out a lot? Dating lots of guys, Pet?”
The question makes my cheeks flame cherry red because of course, there’s no one serious in my life.
“I mean, I’ve been asked out on dates, sure,” I mutter while staring at my hands. “But the boys at NYU are ridiculous. A lot of them are really dramatic. More dramatic than me, even. They throw hissy fits at the smallest things and sing “bumblebee, bumblebee” in order to warm up their vocal cords.”
Dane’s black brows practically shoot off his forehead.
“They sing what?”
I giggle a little despite myself.
“You know there’s a vocal agility exercise where you sing “bumblebee, bumblebee” over and over again for speed and articulation. Your voice goes up and down a scale, and it seems that this particular exercise is a favorite among the guys I’ve dated.”
Dane looks astounded, his black brows beetling in astonishment.
“Holy shit,” he growls. “I had no idea.”
“They’re not bad people,” I add in a rushed voice. “It’s just I haven’t met a guy who would put cream in my coffee, like you were saying earlier.”
Oh my god, what am I doing? My lips clamp shut as my pussy moistens because suddenly, I’m the one putting a sensual spin on things. Sure, Dane made all sorts of suggestive statements when we were back at the coffee shop, but that was two hours ago, and this conversation has been nothing but appropriate. Mundane, even. It’s my dad’s best friend asking me about my experiences in New York, with all sorts of questions about school, the city, and my new life as a co-ed. But now I’m the one who’s gone and flicked the switch to a mood of sensuality and sexuality. What the hell am I doing?
But Dane merely chuckles, looking very amused as his blue eyes gleam. His thighs tense a bit as he takes me in from across the coffee table.
“So you’re learning to like coffee, hmm?”
I nod.
“I figure, since I work at a coffee shop,” I reply in a small voice. “Your coffee shop, actually. I work for you.”
“You do indeed,” the alpha male says in a smooth voice. “And I’m just the man to provide the cream you need, sweetheart.” Before I realize what’s happening, Dane strides into the kitchen and then returns with a mug of steamy, just-brewed joe.
“Wait, where’d you get this from?”
He grins wolfishly.
“I put a fresh pot on before you arrived, Jamie. I was expecting this.”
I blink.
“But I didn’t smell it when I came in.”
He shrugs.
“You were distracted by other things, honey. But take this. Hold the mug with both hands, but don’t drink it quite yet because I have just the cream you need.”