Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
One step, then another, and she’s swept back in my arms once more.
“Like hell you’re going to find someone else,” I breathe against her mouth, and, before she can react, I’m kissing her, my hands in her hair, her hands clutching at the front of my shirt. Her lips feel especially tender, no doubt from my earlier ministrations, and I growl my approval, causing her to whimper in delight. She tastes so fucking good that I crush her to me, wanting to savor her as much as possible.
I back her up, slowly, until she’s sitting on my desk, just as I imagined earlier. I pull back, just for a moment, and her eyes are heavy-lidded with desire, her mouth parted slightly, her hair mussed. Everything about her radiates sensuality, and a smirk twists my lips before I kiss her again, pinning her to the desk.
Bailey isn’t the first woman I’ve kissed in this office. But she sure as hell is the best one.
I’ll do everything in my power to make sure she knows that.
7
Chris
Summer has announced itself gloriously. It’s all warm, golden days and long, lingering nights. I’ve always been a summer kind of guy; maybe it reminds me of being a kid and going to the lake. Now, I love the season for a different reason: Bailey’s out of school, and she’s all mine.
I was there at her high school graduation, whistling and applauding for her with her dad. Angela, her mom, had even come in from a few states over. There had been some tension between her and Rick, but I knew that they would never let that ruin their daughter’s special day.
Thank God that there’s no tension between Rick and myself. He still knows nothing about all the time I’m spending with Bailey, and I’m going to ensure he doesn’t find out any time soon.
Bailey and I see each other several times a week, as often as we can when Rick is scheduled for late nights at the hospital. Sometimes she comes over to my place, and I get to claim her in my shower, in my sheets, and up against my walls. Sometimes I’m in her room, surrounded by her stuffed animals and framed artwork and clothes on the floor. The first several times were uncomfortable because I helped Rick paint this room many years ago when Bailey was little. I kept wondering if I was betraying his trust by developing this forbidden relationship with his daughter. But I can’t resist Bailey. Something about me is insatiable when it comes to the innocent girl’s touch and presence.
Tonight, Rick is working late again, and I promised Bailey we’d order a pizza and watch whatever movie she wants. I pull the BMW into her driveway, chuckling at the memory of the last time I attempted to bring her a pizza. I’ll never forget the look that was on her then-boyfriend’s face when I opened the door. And I’ll certainly never forget the first sight of her perfect body: that curvy ass facing me, and those lush tits swaying as she turned to look at me over her shoulder.
“Hey, Bails,” I call as I open the door. She’s sitting on the couch and pops up immediately, grinning widely. Trotting over to me, she wraps her arms around my waist and kisses me sweetly.
“Hey, Chris,” she says, those big brown eyes staring up at me as if I’m God’s gift to women--or at least to her.
“How was your day?” I ask, setting a bottle of red wine on the counter. Obviously, she’s not of legal drinking age yet, so I limit her to a glass or two. She’s inevitably going to be drinking more when she goes to college, anyway.
“It was good!” she says, perching herself on one of the barstools at the high counter. “Ordered some more books for my classes. But, God, why do they have to be so expensive?”
“Life is expensive,” I tell her gravely, opening the wine and pouring it into two long-stemmed glasses. “You’d better get used to it now.”
Bailey rolls her eyes at this, and I can’t resist the hint of a grin. I earn many eye rolls from her these days, but not nearly as often as I earn little gasps, moans, and hisses of pleasure.
“That’s pretty pessimistic,” she chides me, as she takes a sip of her wine. “I think life is exciting, all in all.”
“‘Exciting’ and ‘expensive’ definitely aren’t mutually exclusive,” I inform her, and she scoffs, but smiles at me, anyway. I’ve started to memorize the curve of her smile, just as much as I’m committing the curves of her body to memory. I’m a lucky man to see all of them as often as I do.
“So what are we going to watch tonight?” I ask, and she laughs delightedly.
“You’re really going to let me pick?” she says.