Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“I saw you pull up so I knew it was safe.” She looked so cute in her summer dress that hugged her breasts and flared over her hips, leaving her legs and knees bare.
She had on those mile high heels that she couldn’t seem to do without and her makeup was perfect. Nothing suspicious in that, she always dresses like she’s lunching at the country club even on days she just stayed around the house.
I’ve seen her put on full battle gear to go to the supermarket. Her answer when I questioned her, a lady must always look the part no matter what.
It was a lot to go through to run to the damn store for a pint of ice cream in the middle of the damn night.
Especially since I had to wait for her ass a half an hour after she told me she wanted the one flavor of ice cream we didn’t have stocked. Nuts!
I made her stay inside while I checked around the house. I didn’t see anything suspicious so I used my key to open the backdoor.
She’d changed the other locks but forgot this one. I figured since she barely knew where the kitchen was she wouldn’t have remembered this one and I was right.
She was walking into the kitchen just when I came in and I couldn’t help appreciating just how beautiful she is. I had to admit that it still stung that she was no longer mine no mater what I tell myself.
I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her the way I used to kiss my wife every evening when I came through the door.
For the briefest of seconds I actually felt that little blip in my heart I used to then too. I closed my eyes and wished the images away and focused on the here and now.
5
“What’s all this?” She had two place settings on the kitchen island. Looked like my favorite lunch of minced pasta salad with grilled salmon. I knew she didn’t make it and there was no sign of the cook so I’m guessing she called out.
“I knew I interrupted your lunch so I thought it was the least I could do.” I lifted my brow but said nothing as I took my seat on the stool next to her.
As suspected it tasted exactly like the one from the place I always get lunch. Which means she’d have had to order long before I got here.
I could’ve called her on her shit, but I thought it best to see where she was going with this. I haven’t fucked anyone since the divorce other than our little romp the night before, so if she was just after more dick, why not? At least this time it wouldn’t cost me ten million bucks.
I let her lead the conversation but didn’t give her anything, not even a distracted grunt to show that I was interested in what she had to say.
I knew she was embarrassed when she broke off in the middle of one of her longwinded sentences and just picked at the food on her plate.
“Jakey?”
“What is it?” I took a sip of water from the crystal glass that had been a wedding gift from one of my business associates and refused to even look at her as I dug into my meal. If she wanted to fuck she’s gonna have to come right out and say it.
I knew that would be hard for the ex debutant, I wanted it to be. I wanted her to beg the man she’d tossed aside to fuck her.
Then I’m going to give her the fucking of her life and bring it home to her how fucked up it was that she was relegated to begging me for something that was once hers.
She putted around the issue, twitching on her seat like her crotch was hot. She was acting pretty squirrelly, playing with her fork, her hair, and shifting in her seat.
She picked up her water glass and put it back down like she didn’t know what to do with herself. I caught her glancing at me out the side of my eye but didn’t even stop putting food in my mouth.
I knew from the way her cheeks heated up that she was gearing herself up. It was on the tip of my tongue to give her a little boost; my cock was already hard from the tit shots I kept getting down her top each time she moved.
She saved me from myself when she finally got brave. “Do you want to, you know…” Out came the pouty lips and that cute little sulk in her voice. “No, I don’t know; what? Spit it out.”
“Do you want to go upstairs and have sex?” She said that shit quick like a run-on sentence. I picked up the linen napkin and wiped my mouth before dropping it next to my almost empty plate and moving it out of the way.