Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
She was so fucking beautiful, and he couldn’t wait to show her everything. To have her taking just as much as she was giving.
With the last flames of her release licking at her body, he moved, up, sucking on her now sensitive nipples. When he was eye level with her again, he kissed her lips, pulling back to lick his own. “The tastiest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.”
She shot him a glare, going to sit up, but he captured her neck, holding her in place.
“No, a promise is a promise.” He wrapped his fingers around his length, working from the base to the tip. “Now watch.”
Chapter Five
Standing on the patio the following day, Daphne was so confused. Last night, she’d visited Dean’s room. They hadn’t had sex, but he’d licked her pussy and she’d watched him cum all over her stomach. Afterward, he’d cleaned her up so nicely. His touch light and feathery almost. Once he finished, she’d been about to leave, but he’d returned to the bed, wrapped his arms around her, and well, she’d slept all night in his arms.
It had been the best sleep of her life.
Most nights, she didn’t have the pleasure of peace. Nightmares often plagued her. When she was younger, it was the memory of being in the hospital. Her grandmother had held her as the doctor delivered the news they couldn’t save her parents. In her dreams, she was always surrounded by a pool of blood. She’d hear cries of help, but she couldn’t get to them. Always so lost.
As an adult, she dreamed of her grandmother being taken away. She couldn’t fight, even as her grandmother struggled. It was hard, and so rather than sleep, she often fell she was when exhausted and she couldn’t dream. At least that was her theory. With no guests, there wasn’t as much work to do.
She kept on top of the cleaning and dusting each morning, so there wasn’t much to do there. If she left it for a couple of days, she’d have to spend the entire day running a duster around and vacuuming. When they opened, she’d have a cleaning crew return to make sure everything was perfect.
“It’s a lovely morning again, isn’t it?” Micah said, coming to stand behind her.
He was so close she felt the heat of his body.
Rather than tell him otherwise, she nodded her head. “The summers are always so glorious. I love it here.”
“Is that why you don’t go anywhere?”
She frowned and turned toward him. “I don’t feel the need to go anywhere. Is that a problem?”
“No, no problem at all.” He smiled at her, sipping her coffee.
“So, Bethany tells me you three, er, are … very successful,” she said.
“We get by.”
“What is it that you do?” she asked.
“You haven’t searched us?”
She shook her head. “No. I never felt the need to. I don’t search my clients.”
“I’m not just any client.” He offered her a wink.
Daphne’s thoughts returned to last night. Micah was so close, and after yesterday, she knew what he was offering.
“What do you do?” she asked.
“We’re a company that invests in smaller businesses,” he said. “We find potential investments while also bringing to life our own ideas.”
“Wow. You nurture and help them?”
“That’s the plan. We had the idea in high school. We saw all the little stores closing, unable to compete. We offer them a market that means they don’t have to go out of business.”
“That’s a very idealistic model.”
“It’s another element of us … evolving. Changing. We were just fucking idiots back then. People change.”
With what she did last night with Dean, she knew they could change.
Micah closed the distance between them. His gaze was on hers and she held herself tall, waiting, watching.
“I saw you yesterday with Dean,” he said.
She gasped.
He reached out, taking her hand. She didn’t fight him as he held her hand, running his thumb across her fingers.
“You have stunning tits,” he said.
“Micah?”
“Dean’s a good guy. I see the way you are with him. You’re drawn to him, and I can’t compete with that.” He smiled. “You know, I thought about you a lot these past twelve years. Whenever I did, I was always full of regret.”
“Why wait until now?”
“Because I didn’t think you were ready for me,” he said. “I wasn’t ready. Now I am.”
She watched him, seeing the sadness in his eyes.
Bethany’s words came back.
Fuck, this was so hard.
She didn’t want them, she didn’t. They were bullies from her past, but last night, she didn’t see it as a mistake. She snuck away and had been avoiding Dean, but now as Micah looked at her, she didn’t want him to stop. What the hell was wrong with her? Without giving herself time to think, she closed the distance between them as he’d taken a few steps back, cupped his face, and kissed him, slamming her lips against his.