Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I watch the sun come up without having slept a wink, and then take a quick shower and try to get decent. It’s early when I emerge in the living room, and I don’t know what to expect to be honest. Will Ellen be awake? Or hell, maybe she’s already left the premises, disgusted with my actions.
But instead, the sweet girl appears from behind the bookshelves, her brown hair an adorable curly mess. Her face looks sleepy and she crosses her arms over her chest as if to keep warm. Those velvet thighs are bare and I look away immediately, determined not to be tempted again.
“Ryder?” she says quietly. “What -?” she starts, but then breaks off, as if changing her mind. I don’t meet her eye because suddenly, I’m filled with cowardice. What could I possibly say to justify my actions?
“I need to go,” I growl in response, already eyeing the door.
“But where?” Ellen asks in a soft voice, slowly drifting to me across the living room.
“Work,” I shrug. She pauses.
“But it’s Sunday,” she replies with a note of surprise. Shit, I’m such an idiot, but she’s got me so messed up that I’m forgetting what day of the week it is. Which makes for a terrible lie. She’ll see right through my charade and this house of cards is about to come crashing down.
But then Ellen smiles.
“Let me make you some breakfast first, at least,” she says in a sweet voice, already moving to the kitchen.
“No, it’s not necessary. I’m meeting a client for a game of golf to talk business, and they have a café at the course. I’m already running late, anyways,” I add, and put my hand on the handle of the door.
But Ellen interrupts me.
“Wait,” she calls, and I freeze. Oh shit, what’s going to happen now? Ellen moves towards me again, her curvy figure illuminated by the dawn light coming through the windows. I’m purposefully not even looking at her, but I can see the gleam of her hair from the corner of my eye. My cock throbs again and I grind my teeth. I have to go. I can’t behave like a caveman again.
But Ellen’s standing to my right now, just a foot or so away.
“Ryder,” she breathes, and my body tenses as she whispers my name. “Will you please look at me?” she asks, and the note of desperation in her voice tears through me. I have no choice. I turn my head reluctantly and look down at the beautiful woman. Big brown eyes, thick long lashes, her lips in a pink pout. And lower, her huge, soft breasts pressed together under her arms as she hugs herself, creating the most voluptuous, delectable cleavage I’ve ever seen.
How am I supposed to be able to resist this? I clench my jaw in an effort not to bend down and sweep her into my arms.
“Are you upset with me?” Ellen asks in an innocent voice, blinking up at me.
“Why?” I growl, not meeting her eye. She waits a moment, and I can sense her weighing her words.
“Because you left,” she whispers, “after, well, you know.” Once again, she trails off, unable to finish the sentence, but the words hang silently in the air between us. “After you jacked off all over me like a depraved asshole, Ryder. After that.” I wish she would just say the words so I can hear the hate in her words. Her sweetness only makes it worse.
“Last night was a mistake,” I growl through my teeth, still not looking at Ellen.
“A mistake?” she repeats, genuine confusion in her voice. “What do you mean?”
I merely shake my head, distraught and a little confused myself. “I really need to leave, Ellen. I’m sorry, but the client’s waiting.”
And with that, I flee my own house like an utter coward. Fuck! I’m a forty year old man, and yet I’m acting like a child. What the hell is wrong with me?
My eyes fixed on the road, I keep hearing Ellen say my name over and over in my head. But my perverse imagination warps the innocent tone of her voice into a sensual moan. All I can hear is her sweet voice breathily gasping my name over and over, and I imagine that wet pussy convulsing all over my cock as she shrieks with pleasure. Oh fuck, I’m so fucked. I press the gas pedal into the floor as my car screams down the freeway.
Obviously, something needs to be done. I have to move out. I have to create distance between us so that what happened last night never happens again because Ellen deserves better. But even as I harden my resolve, my soul screams because I want the curvy woman more than ever … even if what we’re doing is wrong.
9
Ellen
I haven’t seen Ryder for days, and it’s really weird. I think he was determined to move out for a while because he didn’t come back from the office for two nights last week. Where did he stay? Where did he go?