Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I sit and watch as she slowly writes my name across the cupcake. She stops every so often to lick icing off her finger. I can’t take it anymore. I stand, grabbing my suit jacket and heading out of my office.
Why watch this from a computer screen when I can watch it from my very own kitchen? It is my birthday, after all. I can indulge for once. It has been so long since I celebrated this day. But Tinsley makes me want to again. The need to go home and be around her for a little while is almost unbearable. I know I’ll have to control myself. To keep my hands to myself.
When I enter the house, Tinsley is on me. “Happy birthday!” she shouts, throwing herself at me. I catch her, shocked that she just jumped into my arms. “How was your day?” The smile on her face is breathtaking, but what’s harder to handle is her softness pressed up against me. Thoughts of coming home to this every day with her run through my mind. Fuck, she smells like sweetness too. It’s all around her. She feels like home.
I put her back on her feet and take a step back. The smile on her face falters for a minute before she forces it back. I know it’s forced. It doesn't meet her eyes. I take one step forward with her and three steps back. I want her to be comfortable around me, but I’m riding a fine line of control. She’s too important to me to mess this up.
“It’s better now. How was yours?” I ask.
“I went on a little adventure today. Come.” She grabs my hand, pulling me towards the kitchen.
“An adventure?” I know every step she took today but I want to hear it from her.
“It’s quite hard to buy a birthday present for a man that has everything.” That’s why she was in the department store. She’d gone there for me. Stepped out of her comfort zone because she wanted to do something for me. There aren’t many people that do things for me in my life without an agenda. I could probably count them on one hand. So her doing all of this because she wanted to has me about to lose any self-control I might have left when it comes to her.
“I don’t need anything.” The few touches I’ve had from her were more than I could have ever asked for. More than I should get. They were meant to be innocent on her end, but my thoughts are far from innocent when it comes to anything that concerns her.
“Close your eyes!” she says, turning around and coming to a sudden stop. I don’t have enough time to stop. My body collides with hers, almost knocking her down. I catch her before she can hit the ground. She smiles up at me with that beautiful ray of sunshine that lights up wherever she is and I’m tongue-tied for a moment. I lift her. Her body slides up mine, allowing me to feel every curve she has. We remain silent for a few moments. Neither one of us pulling away. My cock is hard and I know it’s impossible that she doesn’t feel it against her.
“Surprise.” Her cheeks are pink. I’m guessing it’s because of our current position. Yet, she still doesn’t make a move. “I made you cupcakes.” I reluctantly take my eyes from hers and peer into the kitchen. She has the entire thing decorated and cupcakes in all different colors are spread out on every surface. Thoughts of her being barefoot and round with my child in this room race through my mind. “Do you like it?” Her tentative voice breaks me from my thoughts, making me realize that I haven’t said anything. She takes a step back, turning to look for herself. I feel the loss of her immediately.
“It’s perfect.” That gets me another one of those smiles. I want to tell her that I love it, that I love her, but I shove those thoughts away and decide to enjoy whatever she’s willing to give me for now. I don’t want to ruin this day by scaring her away.
I’ll take each and every one of the small pieces of her that I can get. They’ll have to be enough. For now.
6
Tinsley
Reed ate five of my cupcakes. I was impressed. Sadly, the evening is coming to an end. I ate my dinner as slowly as possible, not wanting the night to be over. I look at my phone that is vibrating across the table. Each time it goes off, Reed glares at it. I should put it away, but his reaction has me leaving it on the table.
“Who is blowing up your phone?” There’s a hint of something in his voice that I can’t quite place.