Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“You’ve done a great job,” I say, encouraging Miles. “And it’s funny. I have a similar story.”
“What do you mean?”
“In May, I sat in this very restaurant and noticed a beautiful young woman dressed in pink, blonde hair curled around her shoulders. I just couldn’t look away from her if I tried. It took me a while to understand my feelings for her—believe our age difference was acceptable.” Miles leans closer into the table, while Tessa beams at us from the bar. “But I can promise you this, Miles. I will never break her heart, though she has the power to destroy mine.”
“I’ll be damned,” Miles says, laughing. “You really do love her, don’t you?”
“With all my heart.”
Miles nods at me, and it looks as if I’ve won over one of the Holly men. Now, it’s time to take a trip to Alabama and meet the rest of her family. I understand Southern fathers appreciate a man asking for his daughter’s hand in person.
47
Barclay
One year later …
I have one more report left to go over before I can clock out for the night. Tessa said she was cooking up something special and would keep it warm for me. Her voice sounded seductive, like she had a hidden meaning behind her words.
Truth is, I can’t keep her out of my pants. She wants sex more than a seventeen-year-old boy, but I can live with that … about twice a day.
As I finish the last page of the report, there’s a knock at my office door. I glance at the clock, figuring Mrs. Mackenzie decided to stay late.
“Come in,” I say without looking up from my computer. I need to get this work done so I can head home to my beautiful fiancée.
“Special delivery, Mr. Hammond,” says a familiar voice—not belonging to my assistant.
One peek over my computer screen reveals a blonde goddess in a dangerously short trench coat. She holds a box in her hands. I lick my lips as she locks the door behind her.
“I don’t remember ordering anything.” I push back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Well, you asked me to bring you a cherry tart.” She holds up the bakery box, and I can’t hide my amusement.
“I hope it’s still warm.” I give her a crooked smile, playing along.
“Very. Want to feel for yourself?” She saunters toward me, setting the box on a table.
She unbuckles her coat belt, and then starts to unbutton it, from top to bottom, torturing me in the process.
When she finishes with the last button, she walks to me, and the coat parts, revealing her beautiful, bare skin.
Her mouthwatering curves flow from full, firm breasts to soft, round hips. My fingers twitch from memory, needing to touch her now. I start to get up from my chair, but she raises her hand.
“Stay where you are, Mr. Hammond.” The coat falls to the floor, leaving her bare except for her black stilettos.
God, I’m a lucky man.
She comes around the desk and kneels in front of me, rubbing her hands over my thighs. My dick presses against my suit pants, begging to be turned loose.
Unable to keep my hands to myself, I brush my fingers across the smooth skin of her cheeks, neck, and shoulder. She’s so soft to the touch.
“Does the Hammaconda want to come out to play?” she asks coyly, using her nickname for my cock.
Jesus, what happened to the sweet virgin I met a year ago? I pray she never returns. I prefer this twisted version of her better.
“He’s always ready for you, baby.”
After easing my zipper down, she spreads the edges open, pulls my underwear down, and out he pops.
Giving my dick a name even has me referring to him in the third person, but he’s happy, and so is she. That’s all that matters.
Her mouth forms a big O, and she looks up with raised brows, like she’s never seen a cock before. The minx might’ve missed her calling on Broadway.
“You’re so large, Mr. Hammond. I’ve never seen anyone bigger.”
When she bends forward, one of her hands encloses around me, pumping and giving me some relief. Then her tongue licks over me, and I lose my flipping mind as she takes me in her hot mouth. Suck, twirl, suck, twirl—over and over again.
She’s perfected the art of giving head and knows what she’s doing to me as I catch the twinkle in her eye.
After a few minutes, my release starts to build, but I haven’t touched my favorite parts of her yet.
“Stop, babe.” I place my hand under her chin. “I’d like to properly tip you for the special delivery.” She nods, wiping her mesmerizingly pouty lips. God, why did I stop her from sucking me off?
Picking her up, I place her glorious ass on the edge of my desk and swipe everything to the sides, spilling items onto the floor. We’re unleashed and wanton in our pursuit of pleasure.