Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“But…”
“Save your moves for your next client, they’re wasted on me.” She leans over and kisses my cheek; her lips linger on my skin and she puts her mouth to my ear. “Pity though, the railing sounded pretty fucking good.”
Thump, thump, thump goes my cock.
I grab her hand and put it over my crotch. “Does this feel like a man who doesn’t want you?”
Her eyes hold mine as the air swirls between us, I don’t care what she says, there’s a serious attraction going on here.
I take her face in my hands and kiss her. My tongue slides through her open lips and my cock really begins to throb.
She’d be wet and tight and…I bet she’d taste so fucking good.
“Thomas.” She pulls out of my grip. “Let’s get going.”
Elizabeth.
You know those days that you have in your life that just seem…. Monumental?
I’m having one.
Something is changing deep in my DNA.
Epiphanies about my sham of a marriage, aroused by playful Thomas, my new look has me feeling more like myself than I have in years, and this afternoon I had the perfect pitch presentation for the Reynolds account.
I walk into the ballroom feeling like a rock star, a shadow of my timid self from years gone by. My newly gained confidence is somehow tangible, a force that I can feel.
My glow-up is in motion.
Thomas leads me through the ballroom by the hand and pulls my chair out for me. “Would you like a drink, sweetheart?” he asks.
“Yes please.” I smile up at him, our gaze lingers on each other for a little longer than it should and I feel my stomach flutter.
How is he so beautiful?
“Back in a moment.” He takes off to the bar and I look around the ballroom. Huge chandeliers hang overhead and there’s a jazz band up the front playing.
“Wow.” I smile, I feel my phone buzz with a text and I dig it out of my bag to see a notification from my bank.
Transfer complete: $50,000 from Thomas Stone.
“What?” I glance over to Thomas to see him watching me with his phone in his hand.
I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears.
He paid me the money back.
I sit stunned, what?…. I can’t believe this.
Eventually he ambles back to the table with our two drinks and takes a seat beside me.
“What are you doing?” I frown.
He sips his drink. “Whatever I like.”
“That was the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” I smirk as my excitement begins to build.
“Probably.” He smiles.
I roll my lips to hide my goofy smile, “So…. Are you paying me for sex now?”
He gives me the best come-fuck-me look of all time. “That pussy better be worth it.”
I feel my face flush. “It will be.”
“Would you like to dance?” He holds out his hand.
“Maybe.”
He chuckles darkly and leads me to the dance floor and takes me into his arms, we sway to the music for a beat. “You know, I’ve never paid for sex before.” He kisses me softly, his lips lingering over mine. “What do I get for my money?”
“Whatever you want,” I whisper up at him.
Arousal swims between us as we stare at each other.
“Can we leave?” I ask.
“What?” He chuckles. “Now?”
“Right now.”
We bust through the door, kissing out of control, and he slams it behind us.
Suddenly we’re alone and his eyes drop down my body as he circles me, I feel like I can hardly breathe.
“Let’s get you naked, shall we?” he murmurs, he slides down the zipper of my dress and holds my hand to help me step out of it. I stand before him in my lacy white underwear, I’m even wearing suspenders.
Don’t tell anyone but I was planning on having sex with Thomas tonight anyway.
I mean…. How could I not?
This has just made it all the more perfect between us.
He undoes my bra and my breasts fall free, he smiles darkly as he bends and takes my nipple into his mouth, he sucks on me and I feel it all the way to my sex.
He pushes me back onto the bed and lies on his side beside me. His hand slides down the front of my panties and my breath quivers as he runs his fingertips through the lips of my sex.
My nerves are pumping.
“Oh…yes,” he breathes. “You’re so wet for me.” He slowly slides one finger into my body. “Open your legs for me.” He pumps his finger. “Just like that.”
My eyes flutter closed as we kiss, unsure if this is real life because it feels too good to be true.
His tongue in my mouth mirrors his finger, slow and steady…strong. He adds another one and then another as he slowly pumps me, my sex is so creamy and wet that the sound of my body sucking him echoes through the room.
My legs are back to the mattress now, I’m wide open for him. His fingers really begin to work me and I see stars.