Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“Emery Construction?” Mari’s jaw drops like I just told her I have proof of aliens visiting Earth. “The Emery Construction? The one I see signs for literally everywhere? The one who built the brand-new Fidelity Investments banking building downtown?”
I nod, impressed. “That’s me. I gotta say, not too many girls your age have such a knowledge of my business.”
“Well, Mr. Baxter, the guy I used to work for liked to talk about stuff like that,” she replies.
“Speaking of which,” I say, “how old are you?”
Mari’s eyes flash. She takes a step back and places one hand on her hip. “That’s a good question.” She smiles. “Why don’t you guess, Mr. Emery?”
Gorgeous, smart, sexy, and playful. Is there anything this girl doesn’t have?
“Hmmm.” I place my hand on my chin and narrow my eyes at her, pretending to be deep in thought. In reality, all I’m doing is devouring her curves with my eyes, remembering how her soaked pussy felt through her panties when I had my hand between her thighs.
“I’d say thirty-four?”
Mari’s face goes instantly beat red. Her jaw goes slack and she gasps, “What!?”
“Kidding!” I reply before she loses her shit. “You’re eighteen! Max nineteen.”
I’ve never seen such relief come over a person in my life. I instantly start cracking up as Mari leaps at me, attacking me in a furious pummel of fists.
“I can’t even drink yet and you say I’m in my thirties!? I’ll show you thirties you son of a bitch!”
Laughing, I spin, snatch both of her wrists with one hand, then quickly flip her upside down and carry her up the stairs while she shrieks and giggles.
“You drop me and I swear to God—”
“Oh, shut up, you!” I laugh. “I lift bags of cement and steel beams for a living. You think I can’t carry one ninety-pound, eighteen-year-old girl?”
“I’ll have you know I weigh over one hundred pounds, sir!” Mari continues to giggle as I throw her over my shoulder, making my way down the hall to the master bedroom.
“Yeah, barely.”
“And don’t your workers lug cement and steel for you now?” she asks as I kick the door open. “Isn’t that one of the perks of owning the business?”
I toss Mari down on the bed, fold my arms over my chest, and stare down at her like a Viking admiring his new conquest. She barely takes up any space on my mattress but looks like a thing of beauty there atop my comforter.
Right where she belongs.
“You’d think so,” I reply. “But sometimes the boys need someone to show them how things are done. And that’s me.”
Mari looks up at me, her eyes hooded with lust. “That’s hot. Not gonna lie.” She twists seductively on the bed, allowing her maid’s skirt to ride up, exposing the soft, tender flesh of her thighs.
I bet she’s still wet under those dainty panties of hers, just like my cock is still rigid and ready, dying to slip inside of her tight, virgin hole. I have plans already laid out for this evening, but I drag my eyes up her incredible body, I know those plans will have to be altered slightly. Quickly, I grab my phone and send a text to Paul.
“Big business?” Mari asks.
“Oh, no,” I say, tossing my phone aside. “Just giving us a little time.”
Mari’s eyes flash. “Time? Time for what?”
I lean down, caging her beneath me with both of my arms on either side of her, my face inches from hers.
“You know damn well for what.”
Reaching down, I run my hands up her soft legs until I find the crux of her legs and her soaked panties. Just feeling her arousal has me ready to bust in my jeans. I’ve been waiting and waiting for this moment, and now I’m absolutely dying to take her completely.
I feel like a barbarian as I tug her panties aside and expose her pink, virgin pussy. There it is, like a gleaming little treasure, completely bare. But why? A sudden thought and snap of jealousy hits my chest like a brick, and I bring my eyes to hers.
“You said you were a virgin.”
“I-I am!” Her voice trembles.
“Then why are you bare?” Anger and jealousy rage inside me. Has another man had her before me? Even had his eyes on this beautiful sight?
“I-I don’t know!” she protests. “I just…I just like to do it.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I growl, snatching her panties off with one ferocious tug.
“Cane, I’m not lying! I don’t know why I do it…I just do.”
Her voice is trembling, and her eyes are wide as she looks up at me. I see the truth there. Brutal honesty and a need to be believed. I inhale a deep breath and close my eyes to settle myself. The relief washes over me and I lean in and press my lips against hers, kissing her deeply, passionately, as though she’s been mine forever.