Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
She’s beautiful and attractive in every way, physical and otherwise. It’s not a surprise.
I ignore that part. It doesn’t matter, just like her crush doesn’t.
Here, now, that’s all I can think about. Even if the idea of her belonging to anybody else, however briefly, makes me want to do dark and violent things.
Impulses I would never act on. But they’re there, a primal beast inside of me, wanting to keep her for myself. Forever.
My resolve almost shatters when I imagine bringing her to her first orgasm, slipping my fingers into her tight-as-fuck pussy and pumping my hand until she starts to cream all down my hand.
We didn’t say much about it afterward.
“What if I can’t?” she murmured as we left the park.
“You can,” I told her, giving her a smirk. “Or, if you can’t, it won’t be for lack of trying.”
She smiled flirtatiously at that, offering me her sassy eyes, and her pursed lips, making me even hungrier for her than I already was.
Now, we turn the corner and walk down the street toward the warehouse. As I open the main doors, I feel Faye watching me, as though our bond is already so strong that I can’t help but sense her.
I will always sense her for the rest of our lives. I want to capture every moment – every breath – as though in a picture.
“We need to work on that,” I say as we walk toward her desk together.
I feel like I’ve returned as a different man after all we’ve shared.
“Work on what?” she asks.
I glance over my shoulder, making sure we’re alone, then I can’t help myself.
Grabbing Faye by the shoulders, I spin her to me.
She laughs in the most enthralling way, then cuts off as she stares up at me. Her fingernails sink into my chest as though she’s been waiting to do just that ever since we left the warehouse…and my hands find her hips with the same urgency.
We kiss with passion flaring between us.
I can feel her heart beating through her body, pounding through her chest. It’s the same way mine is hammering, as though we can’t contain ourselves.
“What were you going to say?” she murmurs when the kiss comes to a natural end.
We both know, on some level, we have to hold ourselves back when we’re here. We can both remember far too vividly what it was like when Lola visited… something she could easily do any minute.
I lean down, our noses brushing, Faye’s scent washing around me. She’s got the prettiest smile on her face, nervous and eager at the same time, a blend unique to my woman.
“Your orgasm issue,” I smirk. “Let’s just say I’m very keen to help.”
She laughs lightly, her cheeks coloring. “Felix….”
Looking around the warehouse, she sighs.
“We can’t do anything here,” she says softly. “And if we’re going to do anything else….”
“When not if.”
“Okay,” she says, nodding. “You know what we have to do.”
Tell Lola.
I’m thankful she doesn’t say it, though we both know what she’s hinting at. We both know there’s only one way this ends.
We tell Lola. She hates us for it. We can never see each other again.
But can I really let Faye go, even if the alternative is losing Lola?
I should be able to think yes, without a doubt. But the pain feels too real, too close, the thought of never kissing my woman again.
“Tomorrow,” I whisper.
“Tomorrow…we’ll do it, you mean?”
For a moment, I think she means sex when she says do it. The wild wolf inside of me howls, telling me to take her someplace private right now, the penthouse suite of a hotel, and strip her clothes off.
All the way this time, letting me see her suck-me-now nipples, her soaked pink slit.
“We can,” I say, knowing she’s talking about telling Lola. “When we get back.”
I’m playing for time. I think Faye knows it too. It’s in her eyes, but then she chooses to play along with me.
She doesn’t want to tell Lola either, but she’s stronger than me, built of the stuff that will make her the best mother.
She’s loyal and loving and good, right down to her bones.
I’m so lucky to have her.
But I don’t have her.
Yet.
“Back from where?”
“It’s like I said before. I can’t stand the idea of photographing another woman. I think we’ll pursue your kind of photography, scout a few countryside locations, and take a few test photos. What do you think?”
Her smile spreads slowly across her face. I get the sense it would be quicker, more carefree, if not for Lola’s presence hanging over everything.
“I think that sounds like a great trip,” she says. “But Felix….”
“Yeah?”
She bites her lip, then releases it. My balls swell with seed.
“I don’t think we should do anything, you know, intimate.”
I smirk. “I knew you weren’t that shy.”
She smiles wider. “Until we’ve talked. Is that okay?”