Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
I kick off my shoes and go to sit in her bed, but she holds her hand up. “Nope, you want in here, you have to be naked.”
I laugh, loving this playful side of her. I take off my clothes, her eyes on me the whole time. My cock is hard and has been since I walked in the front door. She looks at me appreciatively, and I sit down on the bed next to her, trying my best to ignore the tent in the covers over my erection.
She points at it. “Maybe before the cake, I should take care of that for you.”
I pull her to me, and she pushes down the sheet as she straddles my lap. I stare up at her, overcome by having her near. “It won’t take long. I haven’t been inside you in forty-eight hours.”
She goes to her knees and wraps her hand around my girth, fitting me to her entrance. “Are we counting now?”
I nod, sucking in a breath as she impales herself on my length. “Yes, I count every minute that I’m not with you.”
She looks at me curiously. She looks almost hopeful. I grab on to her hips, helping her grind against me. This may not be the time, but I can’t help it. “This is something real, Lily.”
She gives me a playful smirk as she bounces on my lap. “I’ll give it to you. It’s definitely something.”
Frustration consumes me, and I act before thinking. I flip her onto her back and hover over her, my body pressed to hers. I hold my hand to the side of her face, forcing her to look up at me. “No, Lily. You can deny it all you want. You can try to convince yourself this is a fling and something that needs to be hidden, but the truth is… this thing between me and you… this is something real.”
She blinks, and emotion clouds her face. “Ford?”
I position myself inside her and thrust slowly in and out. Our eyes are fixed on each other, and my heart is pounding in my chest. “This is something REAL.”
“But—” she starts, and I shake my head, grunting. “No, don’t make excuses… don’t act like you don’t want this. I don’t want to take anything from you. I don’t want you to push your dreams aside. I just want you to admit that this between us… it’s real, Lily.”
I lift her hips up and hit her at a different angle. Her face scrunches up, but her eyes never leave mine.
I put my hand at her pussy, circling her clit with my thumb. “Say it, Lily. I need to hear you say it.”
She’s so close. Her whole body is vibrating underneath me as her hips jerk. “It’s real, Ford. I know it is. It’s REAL!” she shouts as she topples into ecstasy. I come with her. I have no choice when she’s clamped onto me like a vise.
Our breathing is hectic, and I lean over her, watching her closely. Her expression is unguarded, and I want to tell her how I feel. I want her to know that I love her and I won’t be letting her go, but already, just with her confession, I can see she’s freaked out a bit. I press my lips to hers and pull back before lying down beside her.
We’re both quiet as we get cleaned up and then we lie back down in her bed. She has her T-shirt back on, and I’m in my underwear while we eat cake.
“What are your dreams, Lily? What do you want to do?”
She seems taken aback but recovers quickly. “I loved photography. That’s what I wanted to do.”
She looks at some portraits on the wall, and I notice them for the first time. I get out of bed and make my way across the room. “Did you take these?”
She nods, and I stare at the images. They are so beautiful. She’s captured sunsets, mountains, lakes, and flowing rivers, and each one looks almost magical. I point at the sunset. “How did I not know this about you?”
She shrugs. “It’s a hobby. All of those are taken here in Whiskey Run. I had to have a real job, and even though I wanted to travel and study the art of photography, I couldn’t.”
I stand with my back to her, looking at each of the images. They are not just point and shoot pictures. They each have emotion in them. “You missed your calling, Lily. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a great assistant. The best. But these… they should be hung in galleries, not in your room for no one to see.”
The mood in the room is palpable, and I turn to look at her. “Does Carrie know that you wanted to be a photographer? Does she know how good you are?”