Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Bemused, I shake my head while taking in her glowing features and lush body. This woman has me under her spell, and the crazy part is that I don’t mind one bit.
10
Taylor
I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, surely leaving behind a streak of dirt, but it doesn’t matter because there’s something incredibly fulfilling about getting a little grimy while working in the garden. It’s authentic. Hot and sweaty, yes, but also calming in the craziest way.
To be sure, gardening was never something I was interested in until I saw the barren little plot in Roman’s backyard. It’s weird because this is a man who can afford the fanciest professionals to work the land, but he said he didn’t know any appropriate landscape design firms. As a result, I offered to take over and my man gave me free rein. Now, I’ve got a little vegetable plot, as well as the beginnings of a gorgeous flower bed on the right. I’ve even planted a tiny Japanese maple in the hopes that it will survive the cold New York winters.
But then a giggle escapes because actually, I’m gardening in the nude. Languorously, I reach for my sunblock and begin applying the lotion to my limbs, sensually rubbing the cream onto my forearms, then my tummy, and then the insides of my thighs. A brief frisson runs down my back because I know he’s watching. Roman’s got a great view of the garden from his office upstairs, and when I glance towards the townhouse, sure enough, there’s a twitch at the curtain.
With another giggle, I turn back to my work, kneeling in the dirt as my round rump rises in the air. I’m sure the handsome billionaire will be down soon. He’s never able to keep his hands off me for long, and at this point, it’s clear I’m not a prisoner anymore. I spend my days whiling about the house, doing whatever I please including swimming laps in the basement pool, watching movies in the mini-theater, or even concocting a few baked goods when his chef can spare the time to tutor me. Then at dinner, Roman joins me in the dining room and we indulge in a feast before repairing to the master suite for sexy shenanigans. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had that massive cock in me now – I never seem to get enough, and the alpha male can’t get enough of my curves either.
But it’s not just about the physical intimacies. We enjoy spending time together, and talk about real things too. For one, I can be open about my time at Club Z because my man doesn’t judge me for my past. Sure I used to be a call girl, but he’s familiar with the profession. Plus, he understands that I come from an underprivileged background, and cares about my mental health in the here and now.
But the street runs both ways because I don’t judge my lover for what he does for work, either, although I will admit I’m impressed with his determination to legitimize his empire. Roman’s right, after all. There’s no need to risk jail time and the collapse of everything he’s built when he doesn’t need the money from trafficking. The bars and clubs are doing incredible business, and the Genoveses can go legit without putting everything on the line.
I giggle again because that frisson’s running through my frame once more, and I know my man must be watching. Playfully, I lean forwards on my hands and knees and lift my bottom in the air once more, waggling it at the big townhouse. Thank God the surrounding walls are high so that no one but Roman can see, and even though my face is practically pressed into the dirt at this point, it’s still fun to tease.
But then my eyes alight upon a rosebush nearby, and inspiration strikes. Straightening for a moment, I snip a rose bud from the bush and then hold it to my nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance. Goodness, I love the smell of a freshly-cut bloom, but I’m not stopping here. With another devious glance at Roman’s window, I slowly run the rose bud down my chin and then down my throat. The petals caress the ivory column, and I tilt my head back with a sigh while trailing the bloom down to my nipples, circling the pink areola for a moment. Hot shivers run straight from the pink crests down to my cunt, but this isn’t enough. With another sigh, I lean back and lie down in the dirt, getting comfortable. Then, I raise my knees and part them to the sky, exposing my sweet center. With a giggle, I slide the bloom down further until I’ve reached my nub, and begin running the tightly closed bud over my pussy. Oooh, yes! My eyes flutter closed and my head tilts back as I use the bud to pleasure myself. Hot jolts make my thighs quiver and a huge gush of nectar runs from my sweet spot, making me moan.