Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Is this the part where I ravish you in spite of your honor?” she asks.
“If you decided to ravish me, Justine, that would be the honor.”
She lets me hold her hand as we leave, and I guide her down the street in the direction of my apartment. The river is nearby, and we cross to walk near it along the water. The sunset streaked sky is reflecting off the water, the evening cool and perfect. If there was a day for a perfect first date, this is it.
“So do you still think you know who I am?”
She’s quiet as we walk, and I wait. It’s a thoughtful silence. “I’m definitely less sure now. But I’m not sure I’ll ever know for real, unless you tell me. If you’re really different, then prove it.”
I stop walking and press her back against the railing along the river. The sun is fading into nothing, and the sky is a smooth expanse of darkening blue. I miss the little pinpricks that would be visible by now if we weren’t in the city. “Are you used to seeing stars? Or no?”
“I’ve lived here my whole life,” she says. “So I’m used to them not being there. They are beautiful though, when you can see them.”
I nod. “I’ve been here for a long time, but I don’t think I’ll ever be used to so few stars.”
For a moment she looks confused, but that passes as both of us realize together that our bodies are pressed together and that current is binding us closer. With a sudden grin I lean closer. “We didn’t have dessert,” I say softly.
Her eyes widen. “I kind of forgot about it.”
“I didn’t,” I say, gathering the fabric of her skirt into my hand as I look up and down the street. There’s no one nearby, most people downtown are still in restaurants or bars or hanging out at more popular spots around the river. “There’s one dessert I’m very interested in.”
She grabs my arm, gasping as I slip my hand under her skirt and between her legs. There’s nothing but pure heat in her eyes. “Am I violating your honor, Justine?”
“Please do.” She bites her lips and relaxes into me more.
I’m harder than a rock in a second, because the fabric of her tiny panties are soaked, and she moans when I stroke my finger across her clit. From a distance, anyone looking at us would see just a couple close together. They wouldn’t notice the way Justine’s fingers are digging into my arms in desperation, or the way her lips part and cheeks flush with arousal.
I slip past the fabric of her panties with a groan. “You’re soaking wet.”
“I can’t help it,” she says. “It seems to be my default state around you.”
“Just thinking about you makes me hard, Justine. I’m desperate for you. I can’t explain it.” I move my finger deeper, seeking her entrance and watching her chest rise and fall faster with excitement.
Justine shakes her head. “I shouldn’t want you.”
“Are you admitting that you do?” I ask with a smirk.
She groans as I slip inside her. “I think my pussy did that for me.”
“Yes, it did.”
I close the gap between us, letting my mouth fall on hers, and we fall into each other again. The same way that we did earlier today. It feels dangerous and inevitable. And we need to get out of here before I bend her over the railing.
“My apartment is close,” I whisper against her lips.
“Is it the penthouse?”
I laugh. “Yes it is.”
She laughs too, but it’s breathy and low. “I fucking knew it.”
I help her rearrange her dress before pulling her down the sidewalk with me. We have to get there, and she feels the same. I don’t even say hello to the doorman on the way in because we’re moving so quickly. Scanning my card in the elevator, the doors aren’t even closed before my lips are on hers again. When I scan my keycard, the elevator makes no stops, so I’m pulling the dress off her shoulders even before the doors open again.
The polite part of me thinks I should give her a tour of the place. But the feral part of me knows that we don’t have that kind of time. Her dress hits the floor in the lobby along with her purse and shoes. I pull away long enough to take in the matching bra and panties she’s wearing—all black lace against her creamy skin. Oh, fuck.
I scoop her into my arms and stride down the hallway to my bedroom. The room is dim with the last remaining light glowing in the windows, and I lay her out on the bed so she’s spread before me like a feast. “I wasn’t joking,” I said. “You are my dessert.”
Hooking my fingers into the elastic of her panties, I draw them down her legs and toss them aside. Then I’m pushing her legs apart and taking my fill. Justine moans as I lick into her, already shaking.