Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
I told myself it was a moment of weakness—not to be repeated. Skyler’s so young and seems so innocent. It feels wrong to think about her body against mine, and her soft pink lips stretched around my cock. But the way she looked at me the night I dropped her off... For a second, I thought maybe she wanted it, too.
I’m so caught up in my thoughts about Skyler that I almost miss the studio door opening and the string of people filing out. I smile politely at everyone, raising my hand in a half wave to some of the regulars.
“Have a good night,” I say.
A few people reply, “You, too.” Within minutes, the studio is empty, but for the one person I’ve been struggling not to think about.
I stand in the doorway and watch her put away the yoga mats.
“Need a hand?” I ask.
She whirls around, startled. “Oh! Um...sure. That’d be great, thank you.”
The door clicks shut behind me as I enter the studio. I avoid meeting her gaze as I help her stack the mats in silence, determined to seem indifferent, yet unable to stop my eyes from travelling over her body. She’s got her auburn hair pulled into a high pony-tail, accentuating her elegant neck. Her tight forest-green tank top and dark purple leggings hug her figure like a glove. I note the absence of panty-lines when she bends over, and my brain short circuits as I realize she’s either wearing a very small thong or nothing at all under her pants.
She catches me staring and turns her face away, the back of her neck taking on the color of ripe strawberries. I feel almost spellbound as I carry the mats over to the appropriate bins. I stand behind her, close enough to feel her body heat, and still, she doesn’t turn around.
“Thanks, Ben,” she says in a quiet voice. “I think I’ve got it from here.”
My jaw clenches in frustration. I want her to talk to me with the same level of enthusiasm that she showed the night I brought her home, but it feels like she’s dismissing me.
“Skyler,” I say in a low, commanding tone. I don’t know why I say it like that; I just know that I need her full attention.
She shivers and then turns around. We’re standing close enough that our chests almost touch. If I took half a step forward, I could close the distance between us, pressing my body fully against hers. I could wedge my thigh between her legs and let her rub against it.
“B-ben?” Her voice trembles.
She looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes. My gaze falls to her plump lips, still shiny with left-over lip gloss. Finally, I meet her gaze, and her breathing picks up.
I have no idea what I’m doing. My mind and body have felt completely out of control since I met Skyler, and the more time I spend with her, the more I want from her. I thought I could keep my distance, but the longer I ignore my feelings for her, the stronger they grow, like a vine wrapping around my ribcage, holding my heart hostage.
None of this is logical or right. Still, I let my hand rise to cup her cheek, skimming my thumb across the petal-soft skin of her bottom lip. Her cheek is so warm against my palm it’s almost hot. I stare, transfixed, as she parts her lips and licks the pad of my thumb.
My cock instantly hardens in my track pants.
I groan.
“I’m gonna kiss you now.” Though I didn’t ask her permission, I still give her time to move away, to reject what’s about happen if she doesn’t want it. I slowly lower my face to hers, stopping when our lips are less than a breath apart.
This is it, her last chance to pull away before I lay my claim on her.
But she doesn’t move.
Instead, she tilts her head back and whispers, “Please, Ben.”
Unable to contain myself any longer, I crush my lips to hers, feeling my entire body light up. Her lips mold perfectly to mine, so soft and sweet it almost makes me dizzy with desire. She opens her mouth to take a breath and I use the opportunity to kiss her deeper, swallowing up her gasps and whimpers.
Her small, trembling hands flatten against my chest. At first I think she means to push me away, but then her fingers curl around my shirt, pulling me closer. I slide my fingers into her hair and carefully tease her hair-tie down her ponytail, freeing her soft auburn locks to fall onto her shoulders. I weave my fingers through the strands, gripping them gently, as I angle her head back and kiss her neck.
Skyler’s heavy breaths and moans are music to my ears, and I want to hear more of them. The music in the workout space is loud enough to drown out any sounds we make in here. Frankly, I don’t care that anyone could walk in on us. I need to take her, claim her, and make her mine right this second.