Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
The orgasm was exactly what he needed, but at the same time, he wanted to be balls deep inside Danielle the next time. To feel her tight pussy rippling around him, begging for more.
What the hell was happening to him?
****
With her hair wrapped in a messy bun, Danielle leaned back into the bath. She’d been taking showers, but tonight, Friday night, with a few glasses of wine inside her, it seemed right to have a bath. The bubbles covered her body, and she reached for her glass. It had been a good week of recipes, and she felt she was one step closer to completing her book.
She always liked it when her book was nearer to completion.
Sipping at her wine, she put the glass down and lay back, closing her eyes. With a hand on her stomach, she thought about Brice. How he’d come into her world, and in his own charismatic way, turned her life upside down.
Her mother would pitch a fit if she caught the way she’d been dressing this past week. First, there were no dresses. She tended to like working in sweatpants, tight leggings, or jeans. The shirts were always a size too big, and if she forgot her apron, they were always stained by the end of the day.
She’d never been one for fashion.
If fashion was a gene inside a woman’s body, she didn’t possess it. Not only did she not wear the right clothes to seduce a man, most days her hair hadn’t even been done.
When she was doing her shows, making public appearances, or anything else that put her in the sight of others, she was always buffed up and preened to within an inch of her life. By the time she came home for her downtime, spending any kind of extra time on her appearance always felt like a waste.
Lifting up the sponge, she ran it down her arm, then her other before going to her neck. Sliding the sponge down her body, she gasped as she touched her breasts.
She’d always had sensitive nipples and the first graze went straight to her clit, and she had to stifle her moan.
The pleasure was intense.
Dropping the sponge, she cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples. Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to wander. In the privacy of her own bathroom, she could do and be anything she wanted.
With one hand on her nipple, the other, she slid down to cup her pussy. She was already turned on and aroused.
Just as she was about to slide a finger between her slit, the bathroom door opened.
She pulled her hands away, gasped, opened her eyes, and there was Brice.
“What the hell?” she asked.
“I thought I heard a noise?”
She knew she was a very vocal woman when it came to sex, but she hadn’t even gotten to touching her pussy yet so there was no way he could have heard anything.
“You can’t just walk into the bathroom.” She tried to cover herself, moving more bubbles over her body and using her hands on her private parts. “What were you doing in my bedroom?”
“The door was open, and I wanted to ask you a question.”
Brice wasn’t leaving. He took a step into the bathroom and another until he stood at the tub, staring down at her.
Where he stood put his cock right in her line of sight. There was no mistaking the hard ridge of his length. He was big. The outline shocked her at the sight of it.
Licking her dry lips, she forced herself to look at him.
“It would seem you and I had the same plans for the day.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
He dropped down beside the tub, his fingers splayed out as he gripped the edge of the bath.
“I stroked my cock today, imagining you. Thinking about how you’d like licking my dick, sucking on it, and then how good your pussy would feel.”
“Brice?”
“Tell me you weren’t thinking about me right now as your fingers were on your pussy.”
She wasn’t going to lie to him.
Staring into his brown eyes, she let out a gasp as his hand touched her knee. His touch was what she wanted … so much. She watched his hand as he slowly stroked up her inner thigh, every inch getting him closer and closer to her pussy.
When he finally touched her, she couldn’t contain her moan.
“Tell me to stop, Danielle. Tell me you don’t want my hand right here, feeling how wet you are. Tell me you weren’t thinking about me and that you’d never think about me.”
To tell him any of that would be a lie.
“Why are you fighting me? Fighting this?”
“Because I know that this won’t last and our parents want it to,” she said. The short time she spent with Brice, she knew he was different. She didn’t like he’d been dating someone else, and of course she felt a little jealous knowing he had. The man she’d come to see, the one who was staying with her, she liked him … a lot.