Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Jade opens the door in her bathrobe. “I can still taste you,” she says, and licks her perfect, plump lips.
“Do you know what happens to little girls who tweak the tiger’s tail?”
She shakes her head, her eyes big and solemn. “What?”
“They get taken out,” I reply.
Her gorgeous hazel eyes sparkle like the ocean waters, and I feel as if I am drowning. “Like on a date?”
She’s teasing me, and it’s cute, but I don’t think she realizes how serious I am about this. “Yeah, like on a date.”
“Like a date, date?” She repeats, her eyes widening.
“Yes, although I’m not really sure what other kinds of dates there are. You could—”
She grabs my face. “Stop talking,” she mutters and kisses me deeply.
It causes my cock to twitch, even though I just got a blow job. “So that’s a yes?”
“Well, I’ll think about it,” she says with a shrug, and takes a step away from me.
I grab her arm and pull her toward me, making her body slam into mine. We stare into each other’s eyes. It’s driving me crazy that she just won’t say yes. But it’s making me want her more. “I’m serious,” I state firmly. “Will you?”
“Okay,” she answers nonchalantly. “What time?”
“Seven.”
“If you aren’t here at seven, I’ll be at the hotel bar drinking myself to death because you stood me up.”
“Oh, yes,” I say with a laugh. “I’ll be here. 6:55.”
“You do realize you just jinxed yourself, right? Now you will be late.” She laughs.
I realize how much I really love the sound of her laugh. It’s almost contagious. Just like her gorgeous smile. “I’ll be here. I promise.”
I spend the rest of the day thinking about our date. It consumes me. My stomach is churning, and I’m beginning to think that I might have picked up some bug when it finally hits me that it’s nerves. I’m not accustomed to this feeling, which is why it took me so long to identify it.
I’ve never been this nervous before in my life. Not even for my first date. I guess it’s because I’ve never really given a shit about a girl before. I want everything to go well with Jade, and I’m worried I might fuck it up somehow.
I’m outside her door by 6:40. Which makes me fifteen minutes early for our date, but I’m too eager to wait any longer. I knock and she answers.
“Now you’re too early,” she scolds, smiling that dazzling smile at me. Most of the hair on the left side of her head isn’t curled. Shit, I am too early. But she still looks gorgeous. “Sorry, I’ll get a drink and wait out here.”
“No, no. Get your drink, but come in and talk to me while I’m getting ready.” She waves me inside.
I pour myself a whiskey. The anxiety buzzing in me is at an all-time high, and I can’t seem to calm my jackrabbiting heart either. My jangled nerves are unusual, but I guess this whole situation is unusual for me. Jade has done the one thing no other woman ever has. She makes me give a damn.
When I go back into her room, she has already curled the other half of her hair. I sit on the couch and watch her in the mirror as she puts on her makeup.
“Did you get the email I sent you about Roberton and Payne?”
“Uh…huh.” I’ve never watched a woman paint her face. Quite fascinating the trouble they go to. Still, the effect is stunning.
She paints her lips last. Fire-engine red. She smiles slowly at me. “Now I’ve just got to slip into my stockings.”
My eyebrows rise.
She stands and lifts her foot up to the padded stool she was sitting on and rests the tips of her toes on it. Then she gathers her stocking into a bunch and begins to slip it over her toes. Loads of women have given me strip shows, but no one told me watching a woman get into her stockings could be so damn sexy.
Hell, it’s almost an art.
By the time she pulls the nude gossamer fabric past her calf and it reaches her thigh, all of it being done through the gap in the front of her bathrobe, I am rock hard. I take a big gulp of my drink and try not to look so hypnotized.
From underneath her bathrobe she finds the clip of the suspender belt and expertly attaches it to the stockings. When she lifts the other leg to repeat the procedure her action parts the robe and I see her pussy covered in white satin. I walk over to her and rip the bathrobe off her body.
My eyes greedily devour her breasts in her white lacy half-cup bra, before I push her back down on the padded seat.
“We’ll be late,” she protests.
I don’t even bother to answer as I fall to my knees. While looking into her eyes, I take the stocking from her hand. Grabbing her foot, I copy her action and slowly pull the thin material up her smooth leg. The clasp is a bit fiddly for my big fingers, so she pushes aside my hand and fixes the straps herself. I grab both her ankles and open her legs wide. The crotch of her panties are soaked.