Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“You’re only taking back what is yours, Mel. He made his bed and he’ll have to lie in it.” I worry my lip between my teeth. He’s unmade a lot of beds in his life. I don’t think he has any left and I’m guessing his mistresses aren't going to stay in the ones he’s put them in without the cash flow he once had.
“Like your mom. I don’t think you’ll be tossing her out of the house and telling her to get lost.”
“Never!” She wasn't the best mom at times but she tries her best and I love her. This could be wonderful for her. She could get out from under my father. She could get under this new guy. “This could change our lives.”
“It’s clear your grandfather knew what he was doing when he left your father’s shares to you, Mel.”
“I know nothing about the company.”
“You’ll learn.” I drop my head, looking down at my hands. I’m horrible. I don’t want to sell the company but I don’t want to run it either. Again, I would be doing a career I never really wanted. I sigh internally, knowing that the money would change my life but I'd still be living one that I didn’t choose for myself. Brad and I sit in silence for a few moments. I keep running everything through my mind, trying to make sense of it all.
“You could help me. You could run my shares.” The idea hits me out of nowhere and before I could stop myself, I’ve blurted it out. Brad looks as shocked as I do at the idea. Instead of waiting for an answer, I do the one thing I’ve been dying to do. I kiss him.
Chapter 15
Brad
I don’t know what makes my head spin more—her words or her lips on mine. My hands fall to the indent in her waist. Her tits brush against my chest, branding me like a hot iron. The matter of her family’s business is pushed out of my head. There’s only room for one thought at the moment and that is how do I get her shirt off her head without breaking contact with her mouth?
It’s not possible, I find two seconds later as Mel and I engage in a slight wrestling match to see who can peel off the other’s clothes faster.
“Fuck. I think I ripped your shirt.” I curse as I hear the soft fabric tear.
“Who cares? I hate this shirt.” She pushes me back onto the bed, bare legs on either side of my hips, her hot pussy burning through her pale pink panties and my boxer briefs. I could go up in flames any minute. She’s a literal fire hazard. She’s so hot. She frees her tits and they bounce like juicy fruits in front of my face. It’s an irresistible temptation. I dive in, ravaging one breast and then the other.
She gasps and clutches my head tight to her chest. This is good. This is very good. Tutoring is the best job in the world. Also hacking. I love hacking.
“What are you saying?” she laughs.
“I have no idea,” I mumble. I hadn’t realized I was saying anything. I just want to eat her up. I want to taste every little part of her, particularly the hot, wet part between her legs. “Come up here.”
I pull her up higher until that slip of silk is level with my mouth. I nudge my nose along the crease of her leg and fill my lungs with the sultry musk of her sex. This is it, I think. This is the pinnacle of my existence. Nothing is going to get better than this. I draw aside the wet fabric and drag my tongue across her sex. Her head falls back and a low, come-inducing moan slips from her mouth.
“Oh my God.” She shudders.
“Yeah?” There isn’t anything like having the girl of your dreams treat you like a deity, but she’s the real otherworldly being here. Her pussy is slick and pink. She tastes like a decadent dessert--the kind you can only get at the restaurants with tablecloths and real silverware. I’ve never eaten in one of those places. Never felt like I belonged there, but there’s no awkwardness here.
I dive in, licking my way around the edges, tonguing her folds aside, sucking on the tiny hooded clit. She moans again when I slide a finger inside of her. She’s hotter here, a veritable inferno. If this is how I die, it’s such a fucking boss way to go. Her tight walls clench around my finger and my mind goes blank as the thought of my dick inside of this hot, narrow channel is enough to send me to the cliff.
“I gotta have you on my dick,” I tell her. It’s half an order, half a plea.