Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
His eyes had fallen to my rising and falling chest and I thought for sure he was going to lick his lip or bite into it. He did neither.
Just dragged his eyes back up to mine for a good long stare, before turning and walking away. Leaving me standing there, glued to the spot with a racing heart and wet panties. Again!
So you better believe that I was feeling bold and confident when I set out for his place a little earlier than usual. Of course I chickened out when he opened the door and I lost my breath.
There was just something about his dark rugged looks that gets me every time. His black hair and those mesmerizing blue eyes that looked like sparkling gems with or without the sunlight shining in them.
Then there’s that cleft in his chin that matched the two in his cheeks, and most of all the body that had been plastered over every sports magazine cover for the past couple years.
At twenty-eight he was ten years older than I, but I didn’t care. His age just made him that much sexier. I knew that whether it were him or someone else, I’d never be with anyone my age.
Anyway, he’d opened the door and smiled at me if a little bit uncertainly, no doubt at the fact that I was way too early. And I’d lost every thought in my head.
He was dressed in loose fitting sweats and a tank that showcased his broad tanned shoulders and those powerful arms that play prominently in my dreams sometimes. Oh to feel them wrapped around me. Oops! Looks like it’s going to be another panty ruining day.
I’d made an excuse and bypassed him into the house hoping that my true thoughts weren’t showing on my face. I made myself busy, all the while kicking myself for being dumb enough to think that I would ever have the nerve.
Why can’t I be more like my alter ego? That brave no nonsense girl who knows what she wants and takes it. The girl who dares to touch herself in the darkness of night, while whispering his name out loud. I call her Ariel.
That brings us to here and now. I’d brought him a sandwich since it looked like he was busy and hadn’t had time to make himself lunch.
He’d been appreciative but distracted. That is until he picked up his head from what he was doing and looked at me with that intensity that makes me want to do, be, give, anything just to be with him.
Then I’d asked the question for lack of anything else to say under such intense scrutiny, forgetting in my discomfort the aforementioned conversation about calling him sir and who’s allowed that privilege.
The doorbell rang, saving me from myself and he got up to answer it with a sigh. Did he brush his arm against me purposely, or was I hogging too much of the doorway?
No matter! That little thrill of electricity that ran up my arm and straight to my nipple will last me about a week at least.
I headed for the laundry room on shaky legs and with a quivering stomach. It occurred to me not for the first time, that I’ve never looked forward to doing laundry, or any of the other menial chores I do around here as much as I do now.
Somehow washing his clothes and keeping his home neat didn’t seem as awful as when mom made me do the same at home. Maybe because here I can lose myself in daydreams, pretending that he’s my husband and I the little wife keeping house.
I cut off my thoughts when the tingle between my legs turned into full blown sexual arousal. It never fails. Just a few minutes in his company and my body takes over, leaving me horny and messy between my thighs.
Alyssa
In the beginning it was easier because he wasn’t here as much. But now, in the last few weeks since the divorce became final, he’s been hanging around here more and more and my poor heart can hardly take it.
This is the best babysitting job I’ve ever had. It paid well, was easy, and I had the best boss. I’d landed it through sheer luck a few years ago and was still the envy of all my friends.
I’ve had to practically beat them off with a stick to keep them from bomb rushing the man’s house everyday, just to stare at him.
Though he didn’t mind them being here, and had even given me permission to have them over to use the pool sometimes when I wasn’t busy with the kids.
Not because he was a perv or anything, he was just a really nice guy. That’s why I hated what had happened to his life, and for the whole world to see no less.