Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Before I know what’s happening, he pushes me onto the conference table. His fingers glide under the hem of my panties as he brushes his fingers teasingly along my flesh. My body jolts as his index finger brushes against my pussy. “Why are you so wet, Winter?”
“I’m always wet when you’re around, Daddy.”
Garett closes his eyes as if trying to gather his self-control. Damn it. Why can’t he give in to what he wants? I cross my arms over my body and stand, bending to grab my shirt.
Strong arms wrap around my wrist. “What are you doing?”
I peer up at Garett, wanting to go home and curl up on the couch, crying my sorrows into a pint of ice cream. “I know I’m probably not what you’re used to, but I don’t want or need to feel like a joke.”
Garett’s lips turn up in a smile, and my aggravation skyrockets as I tug my arm away. “You think this is funny? You find it amusing that I’m humiliated? Trapped here with the source of my humiliation? I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. You have any idea what it’s like to crave a man who never sees you as something more? You know what’s even worse? Sometimes, I think you want me, too, and every single time that happens, I get my hopes up, only to have them crushed under the sole of your expensive Italian shoes.”
Two large hands grab my waist and lift me until my ass rests on the table. “You think I don’t want you? Baby girl, all I do is think about how much I want you. How your father would skin me alive because of the filthy images of you floating in my mind.”
“Then why do you keep pushing me away?”
“I’m old enough to be your father, Winter.”
“So? You’re not my father.”
Garett chuckles as he brushes a finger over my cheek. “I don’t want anyone thinking less of you. So many clichés spring to the lips of gossips when they see a younger woman with an older man. Sometimes, those clichés are true, but many times, they aren’t. I don’t want people assuming you’re a sugar baby or that I’m obsessed with younger women.” Garett laughs, knowing I’ve only dated older men my whole life. “You deserve more than being the fodder for pathetic gossip.”
“You think I care what others think of me?” Smiling, I glance down at my body. “Look at me, Garett. They’ve talked about me my whole life. The chubby one, the girl all the guys in high school wanted to be friends with so they could get with my thin friends.” I step forward so my body is flush against his hard chest. “I’m very good at ignoring the surrounding chatter, Garett. What I’m not good at is wanting a man who rejects me at every turn.”
I’m about to continue my tirade when Garett wraps his arms around me and crushes his lips to mine. The kiss is desperate and consuming. My mouth parts for him, allowing his tongue to sweep into my mouth. All I can think about is melding with him to the point we can’t tell where one of us begins and the other ends.
“No going back now,” Garett whispers against my lips.
I cling to him, losing myself in his musk and pine cologne scent. I’ve dreamed about this moment for years, so much so that it feels surreal, like I’m caught in a dream.
Garett frames my face as he pulls back and peers deep into my eyes. “You okay, beautiful?”
“I’m scared that we’ll do something, and tomorrow you’ll wake up and decide it was a mistake.”
Garett laughs. “Your concern should be that we’ll do this, and I’ll become even more obsessed with you. You’ll find me an insufferable old man.”
I shake my head. “Never. I’ve wanted you for so long. Just been waiting until you see me the same way.”
Garett rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “You’ll change your mind. I’m a little tense. Not just in my day-to-day. My overbearing nature also seeps into the bedroom. Being with me means you have to trust me.”
“I trust you, Garett.”
He chuckles. “No, you don’t. But you will.”
I squeal as he grips my waist and hoists me onto the conference table once more. He grips my knees, pulling my legs wide apart. He doesn’t say a word as he gazes at my center. The blaring neon light overhead accentuates every unflattering part of my body, making me self-conscious. “Can you turn off the light?”
“What for? I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, sweetheart. There’s no way I’m shrouding it in darkness.”
“I’m… I’m not a big fan of my body when I’m naked.”
Garett tilts his head, his brow furrowed. “You really have a busted mirror in your apartment, don’t you?”