Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“I’d love to see your work sometime.” Maisie cringed as soon as she said the words. They weren’t even though dinner and she was already suggesting a second date, regardless of the “in general” nature attached to it.
“I’ll happily show you.”
They ate heartily, laughed, and held hands off and on until the check came. Before the server could even set the billfold down, Rhys handed him a wad of cash and told him to keep the change. He helped Maisie from her seat and guided her to the parking lot.
“Um, I asked you out. I don’t expect you to pay.”
“I appreciate you wanting to take care of the bill. Maybe next time. Speaking of which, what are you doing this weekend?” he asked as soon as they stepped out of the noisy restaurant. “Do you have to work?”
“I don’t have to work, and I don’t have any plans,” she told him as she shivered lightly. Rhys helped her into her jacket and then stood close to her.
“Fantastic. Would you like to go to dinner with me?”
Maisie looked up at him and nodded. “I’d love too.”
Rhys pulled his cell phone from his pocket and asked for her number. She rattled it off and then ducked her head to hide her smile when she felt hers vibrate in her pocket. “There, now we’ve exchanged numbers.”
“I guess we have.”
He took her hand in his and led them to the parking lot. Maisie didn’t have the heart to tell him she took a ride share to dinner mostly because she didn’t want the night to end. Once they went their separate ways, their moment would be over.
“Where did you park?” he asked as he stopped in front of a Range Rover.
“I took an Uber.”
He looked at her and shook his head. “Then how am I supposed to give you a kiss goodnight?”
Everything in Maisie shifted. Her senses went into overload, while her mind raced with every possibility. She couldn’t tell if she was coming or going and may have forgotten how to breathe.
“This is me,” Rhys said as he pointed toward the Range Rover. Before Maisie could say something like “nice car” or “does the backseat fold down”, Rhys backed her up to the bumper and in one swift move, and with zero hesitation, his lips were on hers. And all those crazy feelings came to a halt.
Rhys cupped her cheeks, tilted his head, and deepened the kiss. Maisie was grateful he held her up because her knees wobbled and buckled when his tongue swept against hers. She moaned. It was unladylike, but she didn’t care. He elicited the response from her. Rhys smiled against her mouth and kept going, lapping his tongue with hers until they were both drunk off each other.
Every time he went to pull away, he’d come back for more. A chaste kiss turned into Rhys nibbling Maisie’s lower lip. That was her undoing. She pulled away and rested her head on his chest. His heart thumped rapidly against her while Rhys pulled her closer and enveloped her into his arms.
“That was . . .”
“Wow, and totally unexpected.”
“On my part, too,” he said. Rhys leaned back and lifted Maisie’s chin so he could look into her eyes. “Do you want to go for a drive?” he asked her. “I can take you home later. I’m not ready for this night to be over.”
She nodded, and worked to ignore the growing ache between her legs. Her lady bits screamed out for attention, as did Rhys’s hard on. Maisie had felt it pressed against her. With their height difference, he could’ve easily dry humped her tits.
Rhys held the passenger door open for her and as soon as she sat, he leaned in to kiss her again. She held him by the lapels of his coat, keeping him there until they needed to break.
“Fuck,” he muttered when they parted. He looked down at his trousers and Maisie’s eyes followed. He adjusted himself and cleared his throat before shutting the car door. He took his time making his way to the driver’s side. Maisie figured he needed a moment to relax. Frankly, she did as well. Her panties were damp and there wasn’t anything she could do about them right now.
As Rhys drove, he set her hand on his lap. With each bump in the road he hit, her hand would shift and graze his erection, which hadn’t subsided in the slightest. She licked her lips at the thought of bending over the console and taking him in her mouth, but something that brazen was so unlike her and she had a tough time making the move to do so.
They turned onto Bellevue Avenue and drove slowly down the road. It was dark and the houses were hard to see, but Maisie still looked. She couldn’t imagine living on a street like this, or in one of those homes.