Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
I closed the door behind me, turning the lock as it latched and standing in front of it as I waited for her to look up. When she did, her expression ran through a couple of obvious reactions. Surprise, excitement, and then confusion.
“Camden?” she asked. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think we had an appointment…”
I nodded and crossed the room toward her, walking around her desk. She dropped her pen and turned toward me as I closed the space between us.
“We didn’t,” I said. “There was something I forgot.”
I kissed her, making her lean back in her chair as I put my hands on her arm rests to hold her in place. She resisted for only a second before sinking into it. One hand went behind my head, and she pulled me tighter still, my tongue sliding through her lips and tasting her. Then both hands pressed into my chest, and I broke our embrace.
“I can’t,” she said.
“You can,” I said and leaned in again.
She didn’t resist this time at all. Her arms wrapped around me, and I pulled her to her feet. One hand slid comfortably behind her neck and the other around her waist, pulling her tightly into my body. I wanted her to feel the thick erection in my jeans. I wanted to feel her heavy, large breasts pressed into my chest. I wanted to feel the vibration of her heart against mine and know that this was where we were supposed to be.
Then I pulled away. She stumbled a little at the sudden release, her eyes sleepily half-open and her lipstick smeared on one side of her cheek.
“Are you convinced?” I asked.
She simply nodded.
“Then we go out tonight. You and me. Dinner.”
“Yes,” she half-whispered.
“I’ll pick you up here at… What time are your office hours over?”
She shook her head like she was trying to get her bearings.
“Just pick me up here at seven. I want to go home and change.”
“Seven,” I repeated. “I’ll see you then.”
I closed the space once more between us, and I could feel her body melt as she leaned her backside against the desk for support. But this time, I didn’t take her into my arms. I pressed a short, intense kiss to her lips, and then walked away. As I reached the door, I turned and looked one last time at her. She was half-turned toward me, looking at the desk with unfocused eyes. Slowly, her gaze rose to mine.
“Seven,” I said. “I won’t be late.”
The smile that stretched across her lips was enough to gain one of my own, and I slipped out of the door, not caring that I probably had lipstick smeared across my lips. I would wear it with pride all the way home, feeling the tingle of the memory of her lips and relishing it.
As soon as I was home, I hopped in a cold shower and got myself clean, then went into the closet to find something decent to wear. There was a newer restaurant in the recently rebuilt shopping center near Vic and Melanie’s grocery store.
I called Vic, who happened to be working that day, and asked him if he could get their number since it wasn’t listed online yet, and he offered to just go over and make a reservation for me. Not without prying a little, but I was willing to take it. I kind of wanted to brag.
As I finished getting ready, I checked the clock. It was barely five. I still had an hour and a half before I had to leave to get to the school on time. And now that I was dressed and ready, it wasn’t like I could just go out and hang out with the horses like I normally did.
Sitting down at the dining room table, I began scrolling through my phone, not really paying attention to anything and just kind of wasting time. I wasn’t normally a tech person, but Carmela had bugged me until I got a decent phone, and now I was still trying to figure out how to use it beyond calling and texting and my one, never-updated social media account, which was only ever used to respond to the boys when they posted things or utilized the group chat.
Finally, the clock said six, and I simply couldn’t take it anymore.
I drove across town and pulled into the parking lot, crossing over the courtyard and arriving at her office door at six-forty. I rapped on the door and again heard her voice from inside. Only this time it didn’t sound distracted. It sounded like the voice of a woman who was excited.
The door swung open, and my eyes fell on Kristen, standing in the center of the room. She was wearing a black and yellow dress that accentuated her curves and gave a deeper, yet still modest view of her chest. She was sexy as hell. The smile spreading across her full, pouty red lips only added to that sexiness.