Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
“How old are you?" I demand. For a split second, I hate myself for thinking that it doesn't matter, but of course it does. This girl has me thinking things I never have before. She also has me praying for the first time in years. Pray to the man upstairs that she’s legal. It would fucking suck to spend time behind bars instead of with her. Buried so deep inside of her that I can’t tell where she begins and I end.
When she said she'd go to another salon, I lost it. I may not cut and style these days but I'll be damned if anyone else touches her. Touches what I've already deemed mine. No matter how old she says she is, she’s mine. I’d wait forever just for a taste of her lips. She has an untouched, pure look. I'll be the only motherfucker to put his hands on her. I feel like her soul is speaking to mine. My fingers travel from up the delicate curve of her arm into her golden locks. Her hair is even softer than it looks.
"Eighteen," she squeaks and I almost don't believe her, but when she leans into my touch, she seals her fate.
Growling, I lean my head down and kiss her softly at first but then she opens her mouth and lets me in. Deepening the kiss, I tangle both of my hands in her hair and drag her slight form further into my office. Alarm bells are going off. I shouldn’t be doing this. One negative word from her and I’ll stop, but fuck I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
“Name. Tell me your name,” I demand coming up for air.
“Rachelle,” she whispers.
“Ledger,” I tell her gruffly. My damn dick is so fucking hard right now, I am surprised that I have enough blood left in my brain to form a coherent sentence.
“Ledger?”
“As in accounting ledger. It’s my road name.”
“What’s your real name?” she asks with a smirk.
“You know about road names?”
“I read a lot of books,” she says cryptically.
“I see,” I reply, though I really don’t but there are more pressing matters to attend to.
“Your name?” she demands, her voice stronger, huskier than it way before.
“Elmer,” I grumble without thinking. I hate my fucking name.
“Oh my god, so freaking cute,” she says, kissing me again.
Okay, not the reaction I thought I’d get, normally it’s something to do with Fudd, but I’ll take cute coming from her any day. Reaching behind her, I slam my office door closed and throw the lock.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, not really expecting an answer.
“The same thing you are doing to me,” she replies.
I have never had this kind of reaction to a woman before. Never had this feeling of uncontrollable lust before. With my fucked up childhood and the things I saw the old timers doing in the clubhouse with any available hole, I just never made the time to get to know a woman. A thirty-six-year-old man who has never been with a woman is an oddity and nothing I’ve ever spoken about before, but fuck if I don’t know exactly how to please her. It’s like I’ve waited my whole damn life for this one moment. This one girl to make me whole.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper as I kiss her neck.
“This is crazy. I never do things like this. Never. I shouldn’t do this, but I’m going too,” she mumbles and dick hardens even more.
I move her until her back is flush with the door. Caging her in she puts her arms around my neck. Our eyes meet and then the air shifts. I sniff the air like a fucking animal. I swear to God, I can smell her arousal. It’s primal, this need I have for her. She moans as I lift her slight body, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Come home with me,” I groan, breathing in her scent again,
“I can’t wait that long. Now. Take me now,” she demands, biting my neck. Who the fuck is this little girl with the long golden hair? It’s so fucking long, it reminds me of the story my nana used to tell me about the stolen baby locked away in a tower. In all my years, I’ve never seen anything like it. Never felt anything so soft. She’s a demanding little thing and I fucking love it.
“Where did you come from?” I ask in awe, pushing her long skirt up her thighs. As more and more of her creamy skin is exposed, I lick my lips. I should take my time, but I am too amped up. Thunderstruck switches to Animal by Nine Inch Nails and I grin. Has it really only been a few minutes since I opened the door?