Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 16095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“What facts do you want?”
“All of them.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. You want the whole facts, here are what they are, we kissed and it was … nice.”
“Oh, no, you’re not getting away with just saying it was nice. I know, you, Sally. It was good, wasn’t it?”
“The man can kiss,” she said, conceding that point.
“And nothing else happened?”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe it. He wants you, Sally. Half of the female population are pissed, but it’s you he wants.”
“Are you pissed?”
“Me, hell no, I don’t want Hunk Owens.”
“But you’re more than happy with me settling for him?” she asked.
“It wouldn’t really be settling, would it?”
She stared at her friend. “He’s not good enough for you.”
“Fine, then he’s not good enough for you either. Now tell me why you didn’t in any way have sex with this guy?”
Sally sighed. She’d wanted to. She’d been so damn tempted. “It wouldn’t be right. He’s the competition.”
“Oh, don’t give me none of that bullshit,” Becks said. “You haven’t been with anyone for so long. We’re talking years in your case. If you don’t go out with someone soon, you’re going to like, dry up or something.”
“Well, thank you. I don’t think you can die from lack of sex.”
“It’s a pity for it being lack of use,” Becks said. “Why not give it a try? Why not take a chance?”
“And risk being pushed aside?”
“Not everything has to be so serious. If he decides to kick your ass to the curb, then you go and find another cock to jump right onto. They always say there are plenty of fish in the sea, right? Well, guess what, there are plenty of dicks. Believe me, one man leaves, another man can walk right on in here and you’ve got yourself a meal.”
Sally burst out laughing. “You make no sense.”
“I make perfect sense. I can’t be done with all of this bullshit where the opposite sex gets better treatment. Don’t get me into the whole slut-shaming versus stud and all that crap.”
“I really need to get back to work and so do you.”
“Think about what I’ve said. It can’t be that bad. I promise.”
She rolled her eyes but quickly rushed to the oven when she smelled her puff pastry. She’d caught them just in time, before she could burn them. Leaning down, she took a deep breath and smelled the deliciousness. So good. Her mouth watered. She placed them on a rack to cool while she got busy assembling everything else.
She didn’t know if she should even bother pursuing Hank. The temptation was there and he was interested in her, but that didn’t mean she had to follow through with it.
All day, she waited for Hank to make some kind of an ass of himself, or to ruin her happiness. In fact, the entire day went by without event. She had plenty of clients. Her baked goods were sold out, and Becks had to go to deliver all the orders she’d gotten a couple of days ago, leaving her alone in her shop once again, come closing.
Just as she was about to lock her doors, Hank appeared.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Depends. What are you going to want?”
“Everything.”
She opened the door. “Come on in.” She stepped back, giving him room to pass over the threshold.
“You have a wonderful place,” he said.
“You don’t have to start with the compliments. So how come you didn’t act like a clown today, or do some elaborate scheme?” she asked, arms folded.
“I already got your attention yesterday. Now, I’m going to show you I mean business.”
“You are?”
“Yes. No more jokes trying to irritate you.” He took a step closer to her, but she didn’t move back. She waited for him to stop, but as he looked down at her, because he was a lot taller than her, she didn’t want to leave or move away. He was so close.
So very close.
She licked her lips, waiting.
He didn’t move and then he kissed her.
She didn’t pull away and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close, giving herself over to the pleasure and taking Becks’s advice. Why deny herself what she wanted?
****
Hank moved her back toward her office, passing her kitchen. She hadn’t stopped kissing him, but she’d begun to remove his clothes, and he didn’t want to stop.
“We should take this to one of our houses,” he said.
“No time. Right here,” she said.
He lifted her onto the desk and she gasped, arching up into his touch. Cupping her tits, he pressed them together. He’d already removed the apron she wore, removed the pins from her hair, and now he got rid of the offending item, her shirt. The buttons sprayed all over the place and then he flicked the catch of her bra, letting her tits fall out.
She was so fucking … sexy.
Nice, big tits.