Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
I gulp. I’ve always wondered what Mr. King’s place looked like. It’s appeared in many of my fantasies and it’s always different—a luxurious condo, a small quaint house, a huge mansion, a cozy cabin in the woods—I’ve pictured it all. I can’t believe I’m actually going to get to see it in person.
“You’re my girl now,” he says like it’s a fact that I can no longer deny. “You’re going to come back to my place, right where you belong.”
I nod my head as I look up at him. How can I say no to that?
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll come back with you.”
We quickly get our coats and sneak down to the parking lot in the basement. Marshall holds my hand tightly as we walk to his car.
It’s a sleek black car and the leather seats are already warm when he opens the door for me and I slip inside.
“Wow,” I whisper as I look around the interior of the luxurious car. It must have cost a fortune. I’ve never been in a car like this before, but it’s something I could get used to.
He opens the door and sits behind the wheel. We make eye contact and the inside of the car heats up as we gaze into each other’s eyes.
His hungry eyes drift down to my lips and my body leans toward him, like it’s no longer under my control. He leans in as well and our mouths connect in a soft warm kiss. I melt as I taste him.
His big strong hand cups my cheek and he pulls me closer, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He groans as I glide my tongue over his, my heart pounding in my chest, the butterflies out of control.
Heat throbs between my legs. I lean into him, adding more pressure to his mouth and thrusting my tongue in deeper. He tastes so masculine, so sexy, so dreamy. I can’t get enough.
His lips are softer than they were in my fantasies, but I like them better this way.
I never thought that my first kiss would be with a rich older man like Marshall. But when I feel his strong hand sliding down my arm, I realize that sometimes reality can be better than any scenarios we can dream up.
My head is swimming when we finally pull away. I rest it on the soft leather seat as I gaze at Marshall through half-closed eyes.
He’s so beautiful. If I could live in this moment forever, I would. The way he’s looking at me with those seductive eyes, his tie loose, hair a bit messy from my hands—I’ve never seen him look so good. I’ve never seen anyone look so good.
“Let’s get you back to my place and into something a little more comfortable.”
My heart is hammering in my chest and the heated throbbing between my legs only increases when he turns in his seat and starts the car.
We drive out of the parking lot and I gasp in delight when I see that it’s snowing. It’s the gorgeous kind—big fat snowflakes slowly drifting down on the windshield.
The soft blue lights of the dashboard are lighting Marshall up as he turns on some soft music by The National.
I sink into the seat, watching him with a permanent smile on my face. This is where I belong. Right here with this man is where I always want to be.
He glances at me and smiles.
“What?” I ask, just wanting to hear his voice.
“I just… wasn’t expecting this.”
“Expecting what?”
He looks at me again and a new wave of butterflies enters my stomach.
“This was just going to be another boring office party,” he says with a huskiness in his voice. “I wasn’t expecting to find my soul mate.”
“Soul mate?” I repeat, making sure I heard that right.
He nods as he looks at me with those heated brown eyes. “Soul mate.”
I lick my lips as they curl up into a smile. “You know, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time.”
He whips his head to the side and looks at me. “Oh, really?”
“Really,” I say with a nod. “There are so many things I’ve wanted to say to you, that I’ve wanted to hear from you, that I’ve wanted to do to you.”
That big chest rises as he holds in a breath. “What have you wanted to do to me?”
My mouth waters as my eyes drift down his body. The shy part of me wants to hold back, but the new confident part that’s been blossoming all night is taking over. I lean over and slide my hand up his muscular thigh.
“I’ve wanted to do this,” I whisper as I slide my palm up his thigh and onto his cock. My pussy pulses as I feel his shaft hardening under my hand.
“Fuck,” he groans as his head drops back. I slide my hand along his erection a few times before I grab a hold of his belt and yank it out of the buckle.