Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Vanessa
By knock off time he still hadn’t called and I dragged my feet on my way out to my car. The lot was already going dark when I walked out, the last one to leave the building.
I stopped when I saw the shadow on the other end of the lot as it started to walk towards me. I fixed my keys between my fingers and got ready to scream until the shadow moved under the lone street light and I saw him.
Just that quickly my body went into meltdown. I didn’t say a word as he stopped in front of me and took my attaché case from my hand.
“I missed you.” That voice! I didn’t even think of stopping him when he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into him for a deep kiss.
My toes curled in my stiletto heels and I fell into his chest. His arm came around me protectively until the kiss ended. “I’ll follow you home…my home.”
He didn’t wait for me to agree just walked off expecting me to follow. He stopped at my car and waited by the trunk, passing me the attaché case. I didn’t even think to ask how he knew that that’s where I kept it.
I got in and he belted me in again making me feel all kinds of special with the simple gesture. I shut out my inner voice as I drove to his home. What was the point? I was pretty sure that if I tried going to my own house he’d follow me and drag me back.
We pulled into his driveway and he parked before coming to meet me. I sat in the car fighting back the last minute jitters that decided to show up now.
He opened the door and helped me out, keeping my hand in his and I suddenly felt nervous as we walked to the door. He didn’t slow his stride when I tugged on his hand, so I had no choice but to carry on.
Last night when I came here I had no idea what was about to follow. Now I was sure that he was going to be inside me five minutes after I walked through the door.
Not five, it was an hour later. When we waked through the door he led me straight through to the little guest bathroom off the kitchen to wash up while he did something in the kitchen.
Then he led me to the dining room where once again the table had been set for two. Different dishes I noticed, even fancier than the others. And this time instead of steak he’d made chicken cordon bleu.
The white Chateau d’Yquem was an excellent accompaniment to the meal and since I didn’t have work the next day he let me imbibe.
We stuck to light conversation over the meal, I guess you can call it getting to know each other. A little backwards, but fun nonetheless.
I’d always suspected he was smart, had even seen the transcripts from Harvard. But I know how many people actually pay for those things, so wasn’t too impressed until now.
He’s the kind of man I could have a meaningful conversation with into the wee hours, but he had something even better in mind.
As soon as dinner was over, and after we had a little tussle when I offered to help with the dishes and he said no, we ended up fucking on the kitchen island.
I don’t know how it happened. One minute we were arguing, well I was arguing. He was ignoring me as he took care of the dishes and the next, I turned to leave after threatening to go home.
Before I knew what was happening I went airborne as he lifted me off my feet and sat me on the cold marble top of the island.
He pushed some stuff aside, most of it dropped on the floor with a bang and some ended up in the sink that he never seems to use since there was another one.
He was between my thighs, his hands sliding up beneath my skirt, and his mouth nibbling at mine. I heard the tearing of silk as he ripped my panties off me and then he was there.
There was no preamble, no buildup. He just loosened his slacks and surged into me. It was quick fast and just what I needed. I came twice. Hard!
“Are you calm now?”
“Yeah!” I’d be anything as long as you keep sucking on my neck like that. I leaned my head to the side giving him better access.
He pulled away and made a face at me. “What did you put on your skin?” He wiped at the foundation I’d used to hide his love bites and from the strained look on his face he didn’t like that I’d done that.
He lifted me again, this time headed for the stairs and the master bedroom. I thought he was going to drop me on the bed and have his way with me again, yippee, but instead he walked through to the en suite bathroom.