Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
George kissed her clit, and then moved up the bed. “Tell me if it hurts,” he said.
Anna-Beth knew it wasn’t going to, and as he began to thrust inside her, it felt so much better than the first time. She moaned his name, and he groaned.
Feeling a little bold, Anna-Beth reached for him and gripped his ass, tugging him inside her. She stared into his eyes, and she pulled him into her.
“Oh, fuck,” he said.
He was so big, she felt every pulse of him as he filled her up.
This is what she wanted.
Him.
George.
Anna-Beth didn’t know how she was going to tell him, but she wasn’t going to spoil what they had today. There would come a point where it would be the right time to tell him she loved him from the moment she had met him.
George took hold of her hands and placed them on either side of her head, holding her in place. He began to pull out of her tight pussy, and then slowly fill her. They both moaned as he did this.
She didn’t want to look away. He was so … stunning, and he felt amazing.
Lifting to meet him thrust for thrust, Anna-Beth marveled at the fact it didn’t hurt. She didn’t want him to stop. This is what she’d been hoping for.
George pulled out of her, and then, inch by inch, he slowly sunk inside her. He took his time, drawing out every ounce of pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said.
She wanted to tell him the same, but the words wouldn’t come, and she moaned his name instead.
He went slow, then fast, driving inside her with force that took the breath right out of her. She didn’t want him to stop, not for a second.
Anna-Beth didn’t know what she loved more—when he went fast, or when he went slow. Either way, she loved the feel of him inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, and then she felt him thrust hard and deep within her. His cock pulsed, and she closed her eyes as his orgasm rushed over him.
They had certainly crossed another line today, but she didn’t care.
Chapter Seven
“A briefcase?” George asked.
“Yep.”
“And he believed you?”
“He didn’t argue with me or say anything.” She offered him a smile.
“Well, well, well, who knew little Miss Knight could lie?”
“It wasn’t technically a lie. There was a briefcase at home, it just wasn’t full.”
George stared across his bathtub at her, and he couldn’t look away, not that he wanted to. She was so beautiful.
He’d already fucked her twice today, which was totally new to him. George had never been so close to a second arousal in such a short time. He’d then been the one to opt for a bath. He did have every intention of sending her back to his country home, but then he’d run the bath and found himself sipping some wine opposite her.
She told him the minor details of how she got her brother to give her George’s home address.
“You’re not angry?” Anna-Beth asked.
“Nah, I’m not angry. To be honest, I don’t even know why I ran when I did.”
“I scared you?”
He laughed. “I don’t scare easily.”
“I don’t know, put a thirty-year-old virgin in your midst, and you ran so fast. Faster than I think any horror movie character could run.”
He splashed some water on her. “I freaked out, I know that, but I had a good reason.”
She raised her brow. “Really? You think you had a good reason? Tell me.”
“I’ve never been with a virgin and I’m supposed to be a good friend. You’re my best friend’s sister, and now you’re naked in my bathtub, and I took your virginity.”
“You keep saying that pesky word too. Have you ever thought I gave it to you?” Her brows went up and she gave that smile that to him seemed so sexual.
“You gave me your virginity?”
“Yes, as we keep saying. I’m thirty years old, and even though I hadn’t had sex with anyone, I did know what I was doing.”
“You did?”
She nodded.
“Does that mean you know when you’re pissing off your parents?”
Anna-Beth wrinkled her nose. “Doesn’t every kid?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, but not every kid has their parents hide them.”
“True. Being sent to my brother’s friend’s country house wasn’t exactly how I thought this was going to play out. I don’t know if they think forcing me to be a housekeeper will be some kind of punishment.” She shrugged. “I happen to enjoy it.”
“You do?”
“Yep, nothing wrong with it. It’s good, honest, hard work. I’d rather do that than exploit people and get rid of them when they’re past their sell-by date, or usability.”
“Usability?”
“They put me in HR, and trust me, I saw a lot of bad stuff there. I just … I don’t like it.”
“You know your parents only want the best for you, don’t you?”
She snorted. “They have a bad way of showing it.”