Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Since there's no one else around, can't I just tell him that real men have never done it for me, and only 2D guys have made my pussy all sweet and wet...until him?
Tell me, Mr. Mine.
What must I do to have you fall for me?
My heart gallops away as I feel him staring at me, and I don't know whether to feel embarrassed or naughty when I feel my boobs jiggle against my racerback as I take my seat.
The intensity of his stare has my nipples waking up and stretching against the thin strapless cups of my bra. I almost feel like I'm performing for his pleasure when he actually takes a sip of his coffee while watching me, and I have to bite my lip hard so I'm not tempted to ask if he has any private requests.
Oh Mr. Mine, how you seduce me, and all without even trying.
Just feeling his gaze on me takes my breath away, and the longer I'm in his presence, the more I feel like flames are about to lave my entire body, with all six-feet-plus of him pulsing with sexual heat.
Animal magnetism makes perfect sense now that I'm just a foot or so away from Mr. Mine, and things like being civilized suddenly feel boring and overrated.
Why be with a boy who can only give you a ho-hum peck on the cheek when you can have Mr. Mine ruin every inch of your body? Why date a gentleman who will only kiss your hand...when you can have Mr. Mine adore your flesh in the most obscene ways there are?
Just thinking about all the dirty things a man like him can do to my body makes a thousand tingles travel all over my flesh, and when wanton restlessness has me unable to resist stealing a look at Mr. Mine, I nearly end up swooning.
Oh, you perfect man!
Mr. Mine licking a stray drop of coffee off his lip is a more sensual sight than the most erotic ad for men's underwear. I've seen other men do the same thing, but it's just not the same. How does he make everything he does so, so hot?
I take another peek at him, and it suddenly feels criminal to hog all this beauty to myself.
Mm.
A wildly genius idea captures my thoughts, and it has me hastily swallowing back a giggle. What if...I secretly take his photo and submit it to Hot Dudes Reading?
I'm already taking my phone out before I can even make up my mind, and as I discreetly get my phone to zoom in closer and closer and closer—-
Oh my.
How can a man have such extraordinarily long, beautiful lashes? Can this man be any more perfect?
That does it then.
I absolutely need to take a photo of him, and just as I squirm to get the perfect angle, and hide my phone behind my table's floral centerpiece, my phone camera lets out a loud telltale clicking sound—-
Eeek!
Mr. Mine finally looks my way, and shock has my iPhone slipping out of my suddenly nerveless fingers.
Busted.
All I can do is stare in horrified fascination as Mr. Mine rises gracefully to his feet...in order to pick my phone from the floor. He arches a brow when he sees what's on the screen, and when he glances at me, all I can do is smile weakly. "Oops?"
His lips twitch ever so slightly, and I just want to swoon all over again.
How does he do it, seriously?
Why you so, so unbelievably hot, Mr. Mine?
Does this all come naturally to you?
Or is there a secret charm school for men that you took classes in?
Mr. Mine glances at my table, and I'm momentarily distracted by the color of his eyes. Tiger-gold, I can't help thinking, and the color is exquisitely apt. If he was a beast, he would definitely be all big, sleek, and dangerously fast like a tiger.
"May I?"
My heart pounds when I realize what he's asking for. I allow myself a little nod...and a moment later, it's all I can do not to gasp.
That he'd take the seat across mine was a given, or so I mistakenly thought.
But instead he takes the chair adjacent to mine, and my body burns even hotter when our knees bump ever so briefly under the table. It's just the most fleeting of contact, but I feel like it deserves some kind of record for being able to make a woman all hot and bothered in the shortest amount of time.
My gaze drifts to Mr. Mine as I wait for him to apologize and say it's just an accident, but this turns out to be another erroneous expectation, since all he does is gaze at me with lazy, tiger-gold eyes.
"You look nervous."
His voice is just as manly as I remember. It's all deep and strong, with just a hint of roughness that teases you into thinking what kind of beast he'd be in bed.