Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Cleo must’ve heard me enter the room because she pivoted and remarked, “That is an amazing view.”
“I’ve never seen one more beautiful,” I murmured, never taking my eyes off her. A pretty pink blush bloomed on her cheeks, and I fought the urge to sweep her off her feet and spread her out on the couch…or the floor…or take her to bed.
Fucking hell. I averted my gaze and imagined my teammates in tutus until the tent that had been growing in my shorts deflated a little.
The kitchen, living room, and dining room were all one open space, separated by a long, L-shaped island that had the sink and the stove built into it. I padded over to the fridge and opened it, scanning through the items I’d had delivered earlier that morning. It didn’t take long to gather the things I needed for spaghetti with chicken, roasted broccoli, and a salad.
“Come and talk to me.” I beckoned Cleo to join me, and when she was close enough, lifted her up and set her on the counter. She laughed and tucked her legs into a crisscross position.
“So you’re studying drama?” I prompted.
“Yes…well, sort of. I’m in the Department of Design for Stage and Film. I want to work behind the scenes, mostly for the stage. I’ve always been fascinated by the design and construction of the sets. I can’t wait for my first internship next year. Tisch has an amazing internship office, and they get all kinds of calls for interns in the industry. I’m hoping to snag one in a Broadway theatre.”
Impressed, I murmured, “That’s amazing. I’ll have to make sure to come see you at one of your shows.”
Cleo giggled. “You won’t see me since I’ll be working with the production staff.”
I shrugged. “But I’ll see your work.”
She beamed at me, her emerald eyes sparkling. “Okay,” she agreed sweetly. “I’ll let you know when one of my projects makes it on the stage.”
The food was done and plated, so I carried our meal over and set it on the dining room table. Then I returned and helped Cleo off the counter before opening a cabinet to grab two wineglasses. As I was about to look through my wine selection, I paused as something occurred to me. I turned around, glasses in hand, and my eyes landed on my girl.
I didn’t know her age, but she was definitely younger than me. I doubted they used people under eighteen as seat fillers, so I was probably safe there. Still… “Are you twenty-one?”
Cleo shook her head. “I just turned nineteen a couple of months ago.”
“No problem,” I replied with a smile. I set the glasses down on the counter and moved toward the cabinet to retrieve a couple of regular cups.
“I don’t mind if you drink,” she insisted.
I shrugged, not at all bothered. “I rarely drink anyway.” As I walked past her, I hesitated long enough to bend down and whisper, “I’m not one who likes to give up control.”
There was a wealth of innuendo and a dash of warning in that statement, but she seemed so innocent that I wasn’t sure she fully understood my meaning.
I filled the glasses with water and took them to the table, then pulled out a chair and waited for Cleo to slide into it before scooting it forward. We chatted through the meal, getting to know each other better, and with every tidbit she shared, I grew more determined to keep her.
After the meal, I told her to relax while I cleaned up, but she insisted on helping me. We moved in sync as if she’d always been here, and we did this together every night. As we worked side by side, I enjoyed the picture we painted, one that hopefully reflected our future.
8
RIGBY
I led Cleo over to the couch and dropped down onto the cushions. She glanced at the opposite end, and I grunted before tugging her down next to me.
“How about a movie?”
Cleo nodded and looked down at her lap, but not before I spied the flare of disappointment in her eyes. It broke any resolve I had left. I hauled her into my arms and positioned her to straddle my lap.
“Rigby,” she breathed before I crashed my mouth onto hers.
My hands slipped beneath her top, gliding up the silky skin of her back. Her tits pillowed against my chest as I pulled her in even closer, and I groaned when her hot little pussy rubbed over the large bulge in my shorts.
Her mouth tasted like sugar and spice. It was addictive, and I wondered if her pussy would be just as sweet.
I removed one hand from under her shirt and pulled off the rubber band holding her pink locks. Then I palmed the back of her skull before making a fist in her hair. Using my grip, I angled her head, and she opened her mouth with a quick gasp that allowed me to slide my tongue inside. “Fuck,” I mumbled against her lips before tangling my tongue with hers.