Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“How about I show you to your room? You can do what you gotta do, and I’ll start making us some lunch,” I suggest, thinking on my toes but also feeling like I should do something.
Standing here staring at her all day is fine by me, but Melissa needs a little time to adjust after her flight and the car ride here, which I’m still kicking myself for screwing up by acting like a psycho. Remembering how I feel after a long flight, I know better than to push her harder for what I really want. We can work on that after she’s had some rest.
I go back stateside maybe once a year, but it’s always great to be home again when I come back to Australia. I was born in Australia but adopted by an American family when I was a baby. As soon as I was old enough, I made my way back here. Originally drawn back by a need for answers my adopted parents couldn’t give me, I soon discovered a life I was better at—a life where I wasn’t looking for my biological parents so I could ask them why.
My success in business swiftly replaced that need. Stocks and shares at first, but these days I focus on real estate and day trading as something to while away the hours. Making a secure life for myself through my own efforts has been the only thing I’ve needed… until today, that is.
Now I see why it’s taken so long to find the missing piece of the puzzle. I haven’t been overworked and lonely for twenty years. I’ve just been waiting for my queen to appear. Now she’s in my house after only meeting her an hour ago.
No point lingering and staring, so once I see Melissa stifling a yawn, I show her to one of the guest bedrooms down the hall. “It has its own bathroom with plenty of privacy,” I add, instantly regretting saying it, but Melissa seems as impressed by the rooms as the rest of the place.
“This is like an entire apartment!” she exclaims, noticing the small kitchen area and terrace. Not your typical spare room, but this isn’t your typical house.
“Thank you, Mark,” she says suddenly, surprising me. “I mean… thank you for everything. I can’t wait for you to show me around once I freshen up,” she adds.
The thought of both things makes me smile. “I’m only in the kitchen if you need anything,” I tell her, “and lunch isn’t far, but if you just wanna hit the hay after your shower, I won’t be offended.” I let her know, meaning it, but wanting nothing more than to join her in the shower, feed her, and then take her to the damned bed myself.
Slowly, slowly, Mark. Give it time.
“I’m starving,” she assures me, “but my luggage… I think you left that someplace.”
“I’ll be right back,” I promise her, stepping down the hall and fetching her luggage.
I feel my pulse quicken and my throat dry as I return, already hearing the faucet running in the bathroom, not knowing if I should go into her room again. The door’s not closed but ajar.
“Uh… I’ll just leave them outside the door,” I call out, already picturing her naked and covered in suds—a sight I know I wouldn’t be able to cope with unless I were rubbing them all over her body.
The door swings wide, and I’m startled by Melissa’s bright face. “I was just testing the water,” she says. “There’s no way I could get naked in there that quickly,” she murmurs, blushing at her comment.
I feel myself lingering again. Despite every effort, I can’t help but feel the front of my shorts tighten just hearing the word naked from her lips.
“I-I’ll leave you to it then,” I stammer. I turn on my heel and head for the kitchen. Once I hear her door close, I feel my heart sink. Sounds stupid, I know, but just having her in a different room makes me feel like something’s missing. The thought of her undressing… The sprinkling splash of her shower is barely noticeable but like music to my ears. A soundtrack to the fantasy I feel myself falling into in my mind.
My hand traces the growing outline of my cock through my shorts, instantly stiff and pulsing the more time passes that I know she’s only feet away from me, running her own hands instead of mine over that sweet body of hers. It should make me jealous, mad even, but it is her body, after all. I can only lay claim to it once she says so. That’s if she wants me.
Part of my success is knowing it’s only worth going for what you know you can have and what you deserve. With something as priceless as Melissa, I need to hear it from her own mouth and soon. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to walk around with a canoe in my shorts every time she’s around and more so whenever she’s not.