Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Her grandmother had told her she needed to get out and enjoy life, but Willow hadn’t. She worked. She sewed. That was how she lived from the time she stayed with her grandparents until she found her own place, and now.
Then there was Carson. Even that first day they met, Willow had been drawn to him. She’d noticed him the moment he walked into the shop. Now, she lived in his apartment, slept in his bed, and his face had been between her thighs last night, and she couldn’t get it out of her head.
He’d come to work with her today. His jacket was in the office and he’d rolled up his sleeves, showing off his ink. She couldn’t look away. Focusing on work was tiresome today.
Carson left the cutting table and moved toward her. Willow tried to get the counter looking nice and neat. His hands appeared either side of her, trapping her in.
“Hello, Willow,” he said.
Her nipples tightened. Her pussy grew slick.
Carson pressed his body against her back.
“Hello, Carson.”
“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. I’m doing my job.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I think you are doing your job, baby, but I also think something else. I don’t think you’re very happy, are you?”
“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” she said.
His lips brushed her neck.
Why was her neck so sensitive all of a sudden?
“Nothing?” he asked.
“Nothing. I’m just working.”
“Ah, but you see, I know differently. I see how hard your nipples are, baby. I know you’re thinking about last night, and I’ve got a feeling you’re thinking about my tongue between those sweet legs, am I right?”
She gasped as one of his hands moved from the counter to touch her between the thighs. Today, she’d opted for jeans, but now, she wished she’d gone for a skirt so she could feel his hands on her body.
To the outside world, no one would have a clue what was happening. To onlookers, it would appear he was trying to show her something. He was trying to show her how her body reacted to his touch.
“Last night was just the start, Willow. There’s so much I can show you. So much for you to learn, all you have to do is trust me, and want me.”
The shop was empty.
“You have to learn to live, Willow. Spending all your time working and sewing will not allow you to meet the man of your dreams. Trust me, I know. I had to leave the house to eventually meet Archie.”
One of her grandmother’s many rants.
Willow had been happy to be alone and without a single care in the world. Then Carson had entered her world, and she wanted to experience everything with him. He opened up temptation and rather than be afraid, she wanted to dive in and explore it with him.
She spun around in his arms and stared into his eyes. “I’m ready,” she said.
The words fell from her lips, and the moment she said them, she thought she’d regret it, but there was no regret.
Carson stared at her.
“We’ll close the shop and I’ll take you back to my penthouse,” he said.
“I … I have a room upstairs.” It was her old bedroom from when she lived with her grandma.
He shook his head. “No, we’ll go back to my penthouse.”
“Are you waiting for me to change my mind?” she asked.
“Willow, even when I’m inside you, if you tell me you’ve changed your mind, I’ll stop instantly. It won’t be easy, but for you, I’d do anything.” He pressed his lips against hers and she watched as he pulled away.
Her lips tingled and all she wanted was for him to kiss her again.
She got moving, made her way to the office, grabbed their jackets and her bag. Carson never carried anything other than his jacket.
They worked together to close up shop, and she had to wonder how he knew what he was doing, since he’d only worked with her yesterday.
Stepping out of the door, she flicked the locks into place, and then saw Peter waiting for them. Her cheeks heated as she climbed into the back of the car. Carson told them where they were going, and she had to wonder if Peter knew.
Staring out the window, Willow watched the city as they passed by. It was so busy with lots of people, and she was curious about them all. She wondered what they were thinking or doing. But, she didn’t say a word, and instead kept to herself and just watched. When they got to Carson’s building, her heart started to race.
Nerves traveled up her spine, but she didn’t want to stop. This was what she wanted.
Carson got out of the car first, came around to her side, and held a hand out for her to take. She slid her palm against his, and he helped her from the car. He kept hold of her hand as they walked to the elevator.