Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 25039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Because I wouldn't even know that this was even possible.
Ballet, not boys, was what had always occupied my thoughts.
And by the time I was old enough to start thinking of dating—-it was too late.
When you see your stepfather drinking himself to death and demand letters are piling up in the mailbox, getting a boyfriend becomes the least of your priorities.
When it's your first time to see your fridge and all the kitchen cupboards empty, and you're too proud to ask your friends for grocery money, life turns into a battle of survival, and you find yourself wondering...
Why should I even keep going?
I remember being all smiles when I was surrounded by other people, but the moment I locked myself inside a toilet stall, I'd start having panic attacks and hyperventilating like mad. I was so desperate back then not to lose face. I didn't want anyone to see me break down so, so bad that I even tried breathing into a paper bag like I've seen people do in movies.
But it didn't work.
The pain and the worries. The fears and insecurities. They were always there.
And the only time everything went away was when I started trusting Him.
The only time I stopped pretending was when I realized He has always been there for me and would always be so.
It's all because of Him that taking risks has ceased to be terrifying.
All because of Him that life became a joy.
And that's why, oh, that's why—-
When my boss's lips gently press against mine, that's when I finally hear the answer to my question.
He's the one for me.
Tears burn my eyes even as I find myself wrapping my arms around my boss's neck.
Just one kiss then...
Just one kiss, I promise myself.
And at that time, I really believed we could and would stop with one kiss.
But I was wrong, of course.
The moment my boss feels my arms tighten around his neck, it's as if he's been restraining himself all this time, and my response unwittingly works like a key that unlocks the chains that have been holding him back.
The kiss deepens all at once, and I can only gasp as his tongue thrusts deep into my mouth.
Hale.
My nails dig deep into his back as he explores every inch of my mouth with bold strokes of his tongue.
Hale.
My Hale.
A shudder rocks his imposing frame just as he rasps out against my lips, "Yes."
His fingers drive through the locks of my hair as he pulls my head back, and I find myself staring up at him.
"Say it again," he growls.
And that's when I realize I've been speaking out loud without meaning to.
"Say it, baby."
My knees knock against each other at the endearment.
"Hale," I whisper. "You're my Hale—-"
Emotions I'm too innocent and inexperienced to name blaze from his silvery gaze.
It's my only warning before he's once again crushing my mouth under his.
But this time around, it's not just that.
Because his hands are suddenly cupping the cheeks of my bottom, and aaaaah...
Embarrassment and excitement ripple through me at the way he squeezes my flesh, but I don't even have a second to comprehend what's happening.
Not when he's suddenly propped me up on the reception counter, and it just happens to be the perfect height for him to be at eye-level with my most secret place.
Desire turns my mind into mush as he parts my legs open.
My heart thunders against my chest as he lifts my hips up, and down, down, down everything goes one at a time.
My leg warmers.
My tights.
And even that tiny triangle of silk.
A part of me can't believe this is happening.
I feel like this is all a dream.
But the moment his hands clamp down on my thighs, and I feel his breath against the quivering folds of my flesh—-
Aaaaaah.
It's only that moment I realize how soaking wet I was between my legs, and...and...
"Haaaaale."
His name turns into a long and helpless moan of surrender as he slides one finger in.
My whole body shudders as his finger thrusts in and out of me, and my head starts tossing from side to side. Need turns my whole world into a blur of sensations, and just when I feel like I can't bear any more...
That's when he slides a second finger in, and...
"Hale!"
I can only sob it out this time.
I don't even know if this is normal anymore.
With just two fingers in, I already feel like my inner walls are at their limit, and anything thicker than this will tear me apart.
But when his fingers start moving anew...
"Please..."
And every movement of his digits thrusts more deeply than ever—-
"Oh, please..."
Harder and faster, too—-
"Please don't stop," I hear myself begging.
"I won't, baby. Never fucking going to stop until I make my Heaven cum."
Aaaaah.
The roughness of his growl, combined with the possessive tone of his words, is just too, too much, and I end up shocking both of us as my inner walls answer him back by constricting and squeezing his fingers between them.