Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You have an elevator in your house? We didn’t even have one in our apartment building, and it’s got six floors.”
“Let’s take the elevator then.” I lead her to the old brass door. I have a surprise waiting for her at the end of the ride because I’m saving the best room of the tour for last.
The elevator stops and I turn the heavy crank to open the door. Samantha steps out into the darkness and asks, “What room is this?”
I brush past her. “Stand here for a second while I turn on the lights.”
I watch her face as I flip the switches, illuminating each enormous chandelier one by one. When the room is completely lit, I turn on the music.
“This is a ballroom. Your house has its own ballroom.”
“It does. Now, let’s dance.”
“I don’t know how to dance.” She bats her eyes at me.
“I’ll lead.” I take her in my arms and twirl her to the center of the dance floor. I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to get my hands on her all day. Her hair smells like a mix of vanilla and honey. It’s subtle and natural and exactly what I expect from her.
The music slows and I pull her close. She feels so good against me that I don’t want this dance to ever end. I can feel her heart beating against my chest, and I close my eyes and lose myself in the rhythmic pounding. I must have gotten really lost because I find my hands slipping down her back and onto her ass.
Her heart rate quickens a bit, and she lets out a sigh. I expect her to pull away, but instead, she tightens her grip around my neck. Now, my thoughts turn to my hard cock pressed against her thigh and how badly I want to be inside her.
In my head, she’s already naked. Her hair is wrapped around my hand as I plunge deep inside her. In reality, I’m digging my fingers into the fleshy cheeks of her round ass. I close my eyes and let the fantasy continue to play out in my mind. Her looks, her scent, and the closeness of her body make fulfilling these desires right now an almost irresistible proposition.
I should have taken the time to check the playlist because the song ends and the beat picks up. I’m not ready to let her go, so I continue to sway from side to side with her in my arms. She looks up at me, and it takes every ounce of strength I have to not taste her soft, ruby lips. She just got here. The last thing I want to do is scare her away.
I take a step back from her and spin her in another playful circle before letting her go.
“That was nice and this place is amazing.”
“It was nice. You’re pretty amazing too, Samantha.”
“Thank you but…”
“No buts. I’m the boss, remember?” I grin.
She nods and fails completely in an attempt to curtsy.
I know she’s had an emotionally taxing day so I escort her back to her room. My heart sinks a bit when the elevator reaches the ground floor. I would be grateful for even just a few more seconds in her presence.
“Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night, Stephen.” She goes into the room and closes the door, but I hesitate outside. I don’t want this night to end and wish that I could just take her in my arms and carry her to my bed. After spending this evening with her, I’m more certain than ever that I have to have her.
4
SAMANTHA
It’s Tuesday and Sherry asks me to help her receive the meat delivery from town. As I join her in the kitchen, two boys around my age come into the house hauling crates of meat wrapped in butcher's paper.
“You stay until I make sure everything is here,” Sherry says as she takes the order form from one of the boys.
“Jesus, Sherry. We messed up one order over a year ago. Give us a break.”
“No. You stay,” Sherry snaps back at him.
I’m so busy watching Sherry scold the one boy that I don’t see the other boy looking me up and down. I turn to face him and our eyes meet. “Who’s this, Sherry?” the boy asks
I chirp, “Samantha.”
“Fresh blood at Stockton Manor. Never thought that would happen. I’m Jeremy and that’s Shane.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Hey, Samantha, what do you do for fun?”
“Nothing.”
He tilts his head at me and purses his lips.
“I mean, I haven’t been here long. I’m from New York.”
“A New York girl? Then you must really know how to party.”
“No, not really,” I say, feeling uncomfortable from the way they’re both feasting on me with their eyes.
“We could teach you how to party,” Shane chimes in, stepping way too close to me. “Give me a shot and I can teach you a whole lot of things.”