Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Cockshot sender?” He laughs. “There’s a cockshot sender demographic?”
“Yes.” I laugh too.
“Girlfriends, plural.” He puts his fingers up to do quotation marks. “Childhood sweetheart, we broke up a few years ago and…..” he pauses, “Nothing serious since.”
“Player?” I smile.
“I wouldn’t say player, more like currently actively playing.”
“Currently…. as in right now?” I gasp as I fake heartbreak. “You shouldn’t tell me that, I thought we were falling in love!”
“No.” He laughs too, “Not right now. We’re on a date, I mean……” He shrugs embarrassed. ‘That came out wrong, you know what I mean.”
I smile goofily over at him.
“Why did you break up?” I ask.
“Because I loved her for the wrong reasons.”
I think on his answer for a moment, “She was your safe place?”
“Yes,” he replies without hesitation.
“You loved her…. but you weren’t in love with her?”
He smirks, “I didn’t want to fuck her through the wall, if that’s what you mean.”
He gives me that look again, sex god personified.
“What wall do you have in mind?” I breathe.
“The wall behind your bed looks pretty damn good.”
I feel myself flutter down below.
Honestly.
“I’ve got a bed that needs breaking too.”
“Don’t I know it.”
The air crackles between us.
With his eyes fixed on mine he puts his hand up to the waiter.
“Yes, sir,” the waiter asks as he arrives at our table.
“We are in a bit of a hurry; can we order please?”
We burst through my front door, and he tears my dress over my head as he walks me in backwards. “Get on your knees.”
I fall to my knees on the floor and struggle to get the zipper of his jeans down, I can’t do it quick enough.
He takes his cock out and holds it for me and with his dark eyes holding mine, I take him in my mouth.
His eyes flutter closed as he tenderly brushes the hair back from my forehead. “Good girl,” he moans softly.
“Fuck my mouth,” I whisper as I suck him, he tastes so good.
His knees nearly give out, and he grabs the back of my head with both hands. “Don’t tempt the dragon, baby, not even I can stop him.”
4
Zoe
I lie in the semi-dark bedroom as my mind wanders. Morning has come, along with some stark realities.
Last night was perfect….. better than perfect.
It was the best date I’ve ever been on.
My eyes roam over the dreamy man sleeping next to me, the white sheet covering his body as he lies on his back. Brown hair, dark tanned skin, and muscles for miles.
So different to anyone I’ve ever met before and yet, somehow so familiar.
I like him, I mean, I really like him. Our connection is just so easy and fun. And I know it’s all about sex and probably doesn’t mean it’s going to turn into anything long term but what has scared me the most is the realization that I don’t have these feelings with Rodney. As much as I thought I wanted us to be back together, I realize now that he was right.
Our relationship had run its course, it was a childhood love built on comfort and familiarity.
Dylan told me that he broke up with his girlfriend because he loved her for the wrong reason.
She was his safe place.
I think back to when Rodney and I broke up and although he never said those exact words, I see now that he meant them.
Hell.
I’ve been such a fool.
Holding onto a relationship because I thought we belonged together. Regret swims deep in my stomach, I’ve put myself through heartbreak, let past feelings put me in an emotional prison.
Dylan stretches and his eyes flutter open, and I smile at his beautiful cheeky face. “Morning.”
He leans forward and kisses my shoulder, his sleepy eyes still closed.
“Do you want some breakfast?” I ask him.
He smiles and slides his hand down to between my legs, “I’ve got it right here.”
“Behave.” I giggle as I inch back from him. “I want to get to know you better.”
“You know my dick.” He grabs for me again.
And how incredible it is.
“What are your plans today?” I ask him, I want us to build on the relationship part of us, I already know the sex part is perfect.
“I have the day off.”
“Ahh,” I smile. “I have a few hours off this morning, you can be my assistant and help me.”
“Help you what?”
“Put the last of my Christmas decorations up.”
He sits up abruptly, “I…yeah, no.”
“No?”
“I’m not….” He pauses as if thinking of the right words, “I’m not much of a Christmas fan.”
I frown, “What?”
He gets out of bed and disappears down the hall to the bathroom.
“What do you mean?” I ask as I follow him, I stand at the open door and lean on the door jamb. “You don’t like Christmas?”
He shrugs as he goes. “Not really.”
Confusion fills me, “Since when?”
“Since always.” He finishes up and washes his hands and then walks past me out of the bathroom, I follow him up the hall like a puppy.