Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
In a perfect world, Simone would just walk around all day naked. So would I, so I could fuck her whenever I wanted. Touch her whenever I wanted.
Speaking of which, I turn on my side and slip a hand under the sheet and between her legs. Simone’s eyes bug out at me with a half-eaten slice halfway to her mouth.
When I slip a finger inside of her she says, “What are you doing?”
“Want to see if I can make you come while you’re eating pizza,” I tell her with an evil grin.
“You are fucking weird,” she says, but when my finger brushes her clit, her legs fall apart.
So I give her two fingers.
“Van,” she whispers, her hand with the pizza dropping to the bed. I notice a piece of sausage rolls off and lands on the pristine white but crumpled sheet.
I just prop my head on the palm of my hand, the other working slowly between her legs. Simone’s head falls back and thunks against the headboard, but she doesn’t care.
She’s lost to the feeling.
I’m lost to watching her and the pleasure she makes so transparent with the way her body moves and the way she moans.
Goddamn, so beautiful I’m still not sure why I’ve even been graced with this.
I finger Simone, my hungry eyes soaking in every detail, and I’ve come to know her body so well I can withhold an orgasm for her or I can fire one off quickly.
Right now, I take my time until she’s begging me to let her come, and when she does she’s crying out my name.
God. Damn. Beautiful.
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There’s no awkwardness as we get dressed. It’s close to two in the morning and Simone needs to get home in case Lucas is awake and worried about her. I’ll leave about half an hour later, or I may crash here. Room’s paid for.
“Are you working tonight?” I ask her as I put my belt on.
She cocks an eyebrow at me and smirks.
“What?” I growl.
“Wanting this again, are you?” she teases me with a wave of her hand.
“The body, yes,” I mutter as I grab my shoes. “The attitude, no.”
Simone laughs and I turn my back so she can’t see me smile.
“Am I still shiny?” she asks me softly, and I look over my shoulder at her.
Her hair is a mess, her cheeks still flushed, and her eyes are bright. I could fuck her again right now with no problem.
“Yeah…you’re still shiny,” I tell her, and I’m slightly surprised at just how gentle my voice is.
“Well, sadly I do have to work tonight, and the night after to make up for last night’s shift,” she says. “But I took Sunday off so I can go to the game.”
We have game one of the conference finals against the New Jersey Wildcats Sunday afternoon, and it pleases me she’ll be there.
Weird.
“Why do you have to make up the shift?” I ask her, wondering if I can get her to beg off another night from work. A bunch of guys were going to go clubbing tomorrow night, but I’d rather have my cock between Simone’s legs any day of the week.
“Because I’m broke and owe Lucas for the car, my share of rent and utilities, and about another seventy bazillion dollars to my parents for my wasted education,” she says glumly.
Chuckling, I sit on the edge of the bed to put my shoes on. “I’m sure your parents and Lucas will give you the time you need. And you know you don’t have to pay us anything. Your brother and I are kind of wealthy.”
“I know,” she says as she comes to sit next to me. She’s already fully dressed, and while I like her naked, dressed Simone is just as alluring to me. I know I certainly don’t mind when her leg presses to the side of my own. “I just don’t want to take advantage, and I can’t stay there forever. Your lease is coming up in a few months.”
That’s true, and I’ve been looking at the housing market over the last few weeks, but nothing’s quite appealed.
“I’m going to have to take on an additional job, or a better paying job,” she continues. “With your schedule it could get really hard for us to have any time together.”
I don’t respond, but finish lacing up my shoes. The time for us to get together is just one of the many problems of this thing I’ve got going on with Simone. Too many problems to worry about even one of them right now.
“Of course, we could just out ourselves, then I could stay in your room with you,” she says hopefully, and my face turns to meet her eyes.
She flinches when she sees the look of denial on my face, so I try to be gentle. “Simone…no. This isn’t a relationship. We’re just fucking each other, and Lucas would kill me if he knew that was all there was to it. He’d expect me to be more to you, and I can’t.”