Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“How – how did you get my number?” But I immediately know the answer. Alyssa.
“I’m downstairs,” he replies. “You wanna let me in?”
I rocket to my feet and look at myself in my full-length mirror. Panic immediately floods through my body. “Give me five minutes!”
The next five minutes are a whirlwind of me doing my hair and makeup, ditching my pajama bottoms and sweatshirt for a pair of short-shorts and a cute-top, and cleaning my room like I’m back in middle school and my mom is coming in for an inspection.
Then, with my heart pounding and my adrenaline racing, I re-dial Russell’s number. He answers on the second ring.
“All set?” I can hear the smile in his tone.
“Yes,” I reply as I take the stairs down to the front door. “But I had no idea you were coming over, okay? So don’t judge me.”
“Don’t worry, Nikki. I’m sure you look just as gorgeous as you always do.”
I feel myself melting inside as I unlock the door, but I still need to take a deep breath before I pull it open.
And there he is, Russell, standing there looking just as handsome as I remember. He’s not wearing a suit this time, but instead has a light-wash pair of jeans on and a worn white tee that shows off the size and shape of his incredible arms. It’s understandable that all the girls in his class, as young as we were back then, thought he was cute. He could pass for a model right now the way he’s standing with his hands in his pockets and one foot cocked out to the side.
“Hey, there,” he says with a smile.
“H-hi,” I reply, feeling the blush all over my face.
“Mind if I come in?”
I desperately want to say yes. Just seeing him again has me tripping all over myself with excitement. But at the same time, I also want to kick him squarely in his balls for what he’s put me through since I last saw him. So I cross my arms defiantly and glare back at him.
“Maybe I do,” I say firmly. “Maybe I do mind, mister. Maybe I mind a whole lot.”
I doubt I’m being that convincing, as a hint of a smile comes over Russell’s face. He takes a step closer. I know I should step back, but I can’t. All I can do is feel myself growing hotter as he reaches out and takes hold of my waist.
“I wanted to apologize.” God, his voice is sexy. So sexy. Just having his hands on me again is causing a throbbing between my legs. “For the way I handled things. That was wrong of me and not the way a man should have behaved.”
“You’re damn right it’s not.” I jokingly hit him on the chest with my fist, causing his smile to broaden. He pulls me closer, and a rush of memories from when he claimed me that special night come flooding back to me. It’s like a special drug crafted only for me, and I’m suddenly light-headed.
“But I’m here to make it up to you, gorgeous,” he whispers, running his hands slowly up my waist. “I see you for what you are now.” He keeps going until he reaches my breasts, which he cups and squeezes possessively. “A full-grown, sexy woman that’s constantly on my mind.”
I’m breathing heavily now. My heart is pounding, and naughty thoughts are filling my mind. “A sexy woman?”
Russell nods and grinds against me, letting me feel the bulge beneath his pants. “I don’t even think you were in my class, were you?”
“I don’t think so.” I smile.
“In fact,” he continues, “I’m going to be transferring schools at the end of this year. And you know what that means, don’t you?”
A jolt of excitement hits me like a bolt of lightning.
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, I’m being forced back into the house. The door slams shut behind me, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back on the couch with his hands all over me. Exhilaration rushes through me, nearly leveling me, as our lips meet and we kiss like our very first time together.
I hook my legs around his waist, feeling his enormous, thick bulge press against my womanhood. At the same time, he grabs my shirt by the hem and lifts it, forcing my arms up, and pulls it over my head and tosses it aside.
Happiness overwhelms me. Exposing myself in front of him – showing him my body again – floods me with a sensation that is unequal to anything else I can imagine. Dancing at the mansion was something I did basically under protest. I had to show myself to those men to make money for my father and his poor choices. But showing my body to Russell is something I want to do. When I see the look in his eyes as he gazes down at my breasts, I swell with pride and feel complete as a woman.