Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“First off, you can see that I’m pregnant, right?”
I chuckle, nodding. “Yes, of course. As a matter of fact, I believe it makes you even more attractive. I’ve always appreciated a woman who’s ripe and fertile.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but then it shuts again as her cheeks flush a deep pink. I merely shrug.
“I hope my words don’t offend you, Chelsea, but I’m just being honest about what I find attractive. A pregnant woman’s body is lush and lovely, curvy and beautiful. I especially enjoy women in their second and third trimesters, so if I may ask, how far along are you? Second trimester?”
She nods, quivering a bit.
“Yes, I’m seventeen weeks pregnant,” she manages to whisper.
“Good,” I nod. “Not too far along, because a normal pregnancy is forty weeks, right? So there’s still plenty of time to enjoy your lush curves. If you’re interested in the deal, of course.”
Chelsea’s cheeks turn bright red then, and her hands twist in her lap. But then she summons her courage again and looks at me once more.
“Yes, but how will this relationship work? I need more details, Mr. Richards.”
“What kind of details?” I grin, watching as she squirms a bit on the seat. It seems that Chelsea is a bit modest, and even talking about this dirty deal is hard for her to do.
“Well, for example, how often would you want me? Would I be expected to spend the night? Or would it be only weekends?”
I let out an amused chuckle then.
“Elsa didn’t tell you, did she?”
Chelsea stares at me, those brown eyes wide.
“Tell me what?”
I shrug.
“Well, your mother and I used to be in a free use relationship, and I would expect the same with you. Do you know what ‘free use’ means?”
Chelsea shakes her head, her brown curls bobbing.
“No, because I thought it was just a figure of speech. I had no idea that it actually had a specific meaning. Why, what is it?”
I shrug and smile casually again, although my body’s already hard from anticipation alone.
“Free use means that I can use your body any time I like, sweetheart. If the urge arises, then I have the right to claim you, wherever you may be, and no matter what you might be doing.”
She stares at me, pink circles of color on her cheeks.
“Claim me?” she sputters. “At any time, any place? Such as in the garden? In the kitchen? Your bedroom, my bedroom, or even the bathroom?”
I grin lazily.
“Basically yes, although I would never be so crass as to disturb you when you’re using the facilities. That’s going too far, even for me.”
But still, Chelsea’s not assuaged and she swallows hard.
“Okay, so you won’t disturb me while I’m in the bathroom,” she manages in a stilted tone. “Got it. But how does this work?” Then, she gasps and her lashes flutter. “I don’t want my mom to hear us going at it,” she says in a hurried voice. “That’s just wrong.”
I shrug.
“Yeah, I agree that’s going beyond the pale. So to make things simpler, if you agree, you’ll move into the mansion with me and leave Elsa in the cottage. That way, you’ll be readily available, and we won’t be within earshot of your mother either. I think you’ll find that the mansion is big enough for us both,” I say with a wink. “But don’t try to hide because I know every nook and cranny of this place.”
Chelsea swallows hard again, although I can see her bosom trembling. Good. She’s titillated by the idea, and I know this woman’s attracted to me physically at least. After all, I was recently named Fairlawn’s Most Eligible Bachelor by a local society magazine for the fifth year in a row. So what’s not to like?
“Don’t look so mortified, sweetheart. I think you’ll enjoy the arrangement, if you just give it a chance.”
She inhales deeply, her décolletage rising in the pink dress.
“But is there more?” she asks, turning to pin me with a look.
“In what sense?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow at her.
“More, as in … well, you know whips and chains and such. Not that I’m against that stuff,” she says. “Everyone has a right to live life as they please. But do you have a basement dungeon or that kind of thing?”
I start laughing hard because clearly, she’s been reading too much Fifty Shades of Grey.
“No, I don’t have a basement dungeon, a red room, or any secret BDSM cravings. Although I could get into it, if you’re into it. I do, however, enjoy administering the occasional spanking to bad girls.”
I expected Chelsea to act shocked, but instead, the curvy girl merely smiles a bit.
“Okay good,” she says. “Just checking. Again, to each their own. I just want to understand what I’m getting into.”
“Good thinking,” I drawl. Clearly, there’s more to this woman than meets the eye because she’s no blushing virgin. Chelsea comes off as innocent and meek, but in reality, I can tell that she’s a woman of the world and the discovery intrigues me.