Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you feel good.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she loved him, but she held back, refusing to tell him. The last thing she wanted to do was spoil what they had. Anna-Beth knew it wasn’t going to. Reality would set in, and George would move on.
Chapter Nine
Two Weeks Later
They hadn’t returned to his country house, and for the past two weeks, George had been going through the files that Anna-Beth considered worthy of investment. It had taken them one week to finish the “maybes,” and he began to understand why she needed to see more. The solid “yes” category was a lot easier to deal with.
George couldn’t believe that with Anna-Beth’s help, his vision of helping other individuals realize their dreams and bring them to fruition was happening. He also had a call that very afternoon from Malcolm. Her brother wanted to talk to him about her future.
He’d been able to avoid a meeting, and now, as he sat naked in his sitting room, in his penthouse apartment, he looked down at a naked Anna-Beth. They had already made love. He’d not been able to keep his hands off her at the office, and the moment they were in the privacy of his penthouse, it was impossible.
“You’re quiet,” he said.
“It’s nothing, just … these past two weeks have been kind of surreal to me.” She turned to look at him and then sat up. “I guess, I just know that … everything at some point is going to go back to normal, and then, I don’t know, what do I tell my parents?”
George reached out and twirled her hair around his finger. He knew he should tell her what they had planned for her, but he didn’t want to upset her. He saw the tension on her brow.
“Stop worrying about it,” he said.
“Yeah, kind of hard not to.”
Sliding his fingers to the back of her head, he then sunk them into her hair and pulled her close. She didn’t put up a fight and collapsed against him. He took possession of her lips.
Keep her.
George didn’t know why he shouldn’t keep her. They were amazing together, and as he took possession of her mouth, all he wanted to do was kiss her, to keep her, to do everything with her. They could do it. The past two weeks had been proof of that.
Anna-Beth put a hand to his chest and broke the kiss. She had moved to straddle his waist, and as he stared into her eyes, he saw the wicked smile on her lips.
“What?” he asked.
“There is something I want to try.”
“Okay, do you want to tell me what it is?”
She shook her head but there was a blush to her cheeks, which meant she wanted to do something naughty to him.
He leaned against the front of his sofa, and he reached out, spreading his arms out, going either side of him. “I’m at your mercy,” he said. “Do what you want.”
“You’re not going to stop me?”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then I won’t stop you. I trust you.”
Anna-Beth had already averted her gaze, so she didn’t see the shock he was currently feeling. He’d never trusted anyone in his life, certainly not a woman.
She leaned in close and kissed his neck. He closed his eyes, so he wouldn’t ruin the moment, and it also gave him a few moments to compose himself.
Anna-Beth.
She was getting beneath his skin, and rather than his attraction going dull, it only seemed to be getting stronger.
Pushing all thoughts to the back of his mind, he instead focused on her lips. How perfect they felt on his skin as she kissed his neck. Her tongue danced across the pulse, and then she began to kiss down his chest.
She moved toward his nipples, and she playfully nipped at them, and then slid her tongue back and forth across each mounded peak before moving to the next. She didn’t linger, and George already had an idea of what she intended to do, and he had no problem with it.
Staring at the length of her back, he only wished he had a mirror so he could see her cunt and ass.
“Don’t use your teeth,” he said, as the only warning he intended to give her when it came to her sucking his cock.
She didn’t even hesitate as she wrapped her fingers around his length and then took the tip of him into her mouth, circling the mushroomed head, and then sliding the tip of her tongue down that vein at the side.
“Oh, fuck,” he said.
George didn’t know how he was going to last as she finally put her whole mouth over his dick, and then began to sink low on his length, taking more of him, going deep into her throat. The moment he hit the back of her throat, she pulled back before she could gag.