Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Beauty, yes, beyond measure. Body like a dream. But, even with her prickly edges, she wants to be sweet. She’s capable and smart, and shoulders responsibilities she shouldn’t have to. I feel nothing coming from her but truth and sincere emotion. No ulterior motives.
“I’d have to work ten thousand years at the frame shop to have something even close to this,” she muses as she wanders the foyer into the expansive living room, where she turns in a circle, taking it all in. “I’ll have to get a second job.” She winks.
“That’s not going to happen,” I say with a harshness not meant for her but for her belief that she can’t have anything she wants, or that she needs to work her fingers to the bone to get her own way. “This is yours. Right now. All of it.”
Questions and hopefulness swim in her eyes.
I’m shocked by what I’ve said, but there’s no lie in it. I’d sign over everything I own right now to secure her into my life.
“Erik…” She finally mutters with a smile, and I swell with pride at the adoration in her eyes.
The sound of my name on her lips is almost more than I can bear. It resonates in my fantasies as she calls for me, begs for what she wants and needs, which is having me fill her with my cock, dragging out her pleasure in layers of orgasms until all she knows is my name.
And it won’t be Erik when I’m inside her.
It’s the other name my heart burns to hear on her sweet lips.
In time. Don’t rush things, you’ll fuck it up.
It’s true. I have no game here. Romance has never entered the picture in my life, so I need to learn all the sweet and thoughtful things my Juliet deserves.
5
Andrea
“How is this possible?” I look in awe at the indoor swimming pool, with glass ceiling and walls that make me feel like I’m hanging over the edge of a cliff.
The Detroit skyline outside shows the sparkling gold glass of the high rise towers on the river as the sun sits high in the sky.
“There are few impossible things with the right influence and the right amount of money.” Erik’s voice reverberates and echos in the steamy space. The humidity in the natatorium hugs me in its warmth.
Yes, natatorium. Erik told me that’s the word for the room with the pool in it, and I absolutely adore it.
His home is unlike anything I’ve seen, even in magazines or movies. It takes up the entirety of the fortieth and forty-first floors, along with a garden and grassy expanse on the roof. Erik let me wander wherever I chose, keeping nothing off limits as his eyes ravaged me as I moved around. Touching his things, breathing in his scent around ever corner of the immaculate, modern space.
“This is like New York,” I finally say on a sigh, kicking off my wooden clogs, then dipping my big toe into the shimmering light-blue water, holding onto the curved chrome handrail where the steps sink down into the water.
“This is far better than New York,” Erik says, and even through his tough façade there’s that nurturing part of him. The part that turns me on more than it should.
“How is it better?” I ask, kicking off my fake Louis Vuittons and dipping my toe into the water above the steps.
“You’re here,” he says in a low rumble, and the thought that I came to him only for leverage to get my aunt’s house saved pokes at my gut.
Is that why I’m here? Is that the only reason?
Securing the one thing left for our family with the temptation and offering of my body?
I didn’t expect the other feelings to be sidetracking my plan. The way he looks at me and shows the softness beneath his hard veneer is tugging at my heart.
Sounds like you need a Daddy.
The words he said to me in his office come back in a fever. I have to follow through on my offering, whether or not I still believe it’s only for the cause, and whatever happens, I can never tell him my intention was to seduce him and use my assets to influence him into giving me what I want.
The ball of conflict twists in my belly as Erik stands there, hands in his pockets, staring at me like he can see what I’m thinking.
In a burst of nervous energy, I strip off my denim skirt and t-shirt, then bolt around the edge of the pool to the deep end on a running start, and leap.
“Last one in is a rotten egg!” I shout as I curl into a ball, hands clasping around my bent knees as I hit the surface of the water in my best childlike cannonball. My flesh smacks against the cool water as it swallows me into the shimmering depths.