Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“I think it would too,” she gasps as I press down on her clit. “Why don’t you show me?” she demands.
Chuckling, I shake my head. “This is all about you. And when I do fuck you, you’ll see just how perfect we fit together.”
“Not fair,” she mumbles and then loses the ability to talk when I yank her panties down and replace my fingers with my mouth. She utters garbled words that make no sense. I attack her clit with my tongue, battering it with the need for her to come. She groans, bucks, and I think I make out a four-letter curse word, which makes me smile against her wet flesh.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I press two fingers back inside her and that’s all it takes for her to splinter. Mazzy cries out, the force of her orgasm stiffening her entire body. I lazily lick her through the hardest of her tremors and when I look up her body at her, I find she’s staring at the ceiling, her breasts heaving.
Pressing a kiss to her lower belly, I pull my hand free and climb up her body. I hover over her, looking down to make sure she’s okay.
Her eyes slide to mine and she smiles crookedly. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing.”
“Untie me so I can do the same to you,” she orders like a little general.
“Nope.” Although a small part of me wants to go back on my promise to myself not to fuck her. My dick hurts. “Not until you’re fully sober.”
I go to my knees so I can use both hands to untie her wrists. I rub them gently once they’re released. I take a moment while she’s lying there all boneless and right her clothes. I pull up her panties, put her bra back in place and straighten her dress. Then I bend down to kiss her.
“This isn’t fair,” she murmurs, reaching a hand up to stroke my jaw. “You surely don’t believe that my principles are screwed up, do you?”
“Of course not,” I assure her.
“Good… because I’m a progressive modern woman who believes that sexual pleasure can and should be sought out in safe ways. I’m not loose and I don’t sleep around, and I would never have sex with someone I didn’t trust and know fairly well. I would never have a moment’s doubt going all the way with you because I trust you. I don’t believe you have to be in love with someone to share your body, but I have enough respect and care for you that there would never be a single regret.”
“I’ll be fine,” I assure her, although I really would love nothing more than to take a shower now and jack off to the memories of what I just did to her. “And I hear everything you’re saying. This is about me wanting to be sure.”
“You’re not being fair to me,” she says, and that catches me off guard. “I want to touch you. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Mazzy,” I say softly, apology in my tone.
“But I get it. I understand you have some sort of code because I drank some wine.”
“I just want you fully with me.”
She nods and the forlorn look on her face squeezes my heart. I roll to the side and pull her into my arms. She snuggles in close, arm going around my waist. I kiss the top of her head, ignoring how uncomfortable I am still in my dress shirt, pants, belt and shoes. I know she can’t be comfortable either.
Still, I don’t let her go. I don’t push her out of my bed.
I merely kiss the top of her head and ask, “Will you go out on another date with me?”
CHAPTER 21
Mazzy
The incoming chime of the text sends a surge of exhilaration through me and I’m not sure what it says about me specifically that I immediately hope it’s from Foster. It’s been three days since our date and he’s been gone the entire time on a road trip.
I grab my phone from the kitchen counter—where I had been organizing Foster’s spices into a new spice rack I bought on Amazon—and see that it’s from my mom.
It’s not a letdown though because it’s always a joy to hear from my family.
Just wanted to confirm you and Bowie Jane are coming for Sunday dinner, it says.
Foster will be back from New York tonight and will be here through Saturday with two more home games before heading off for an extended trip to the West Coast. I’m in full nanny mode and we’ve gotten into a good rhythm of balancing my hours watching Bowie Jane and me taking time off. He’s arranged for alternate coverage for Bowie Jane later this week to give me a break.
I shoot back a quick text to my mom. We’ll be there. Let me know what you want me to bring.