Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
The smell of leather and his cologne was intoxicating, and she felt herself becoming wet. Clenching her thighs together, she prayed she got control of herself around him.
She only lived about ten minutes from David’s house, and as much as she wanted to tell him to just take her to his place, that she’d wanted him for far longer than she probably should have, she kept her mouth shut.
Lisabeth wasn’t someone who normally spoke her mind, wasn’t the type of person who felt confident in her appearance. She wasn’t svelte like her best friend, wasn’t thin, or so she thought when she looked at herself in the mirror. She had womanly curves, a thickness on her, and boobs and a booty that probably made her look on the plus size. But she loved how she looked, even if she didn’t have the confidence to go after what she wanted, even if no guys had ever paid attention to her.
She glanced over at David, his hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. He slowed at a stop light, the red glow coming through the windshield moving along his huge, muscular body. He glanced over to her, and she looked away quickly, feeling her face heat as embarrassment stole over her at the fact he’d caught her watching him.
And even though she was staring out the passenger side window she could feel his gaze on her, as if he were reaching out and actually touching her, stroking her flesh.
Lisabeth could imagine them together, in his room, on his bed. She’d be under him, his big body dwarfing hers, pressing her to the mattress. He’d take his hands and spread her thighs apart, exposing the most intimate part of her, the part of her body that was aching and wet just for David.
She started breathing harder, felt beads of sweat line the valley between her breasts. She was getting worked up over her thoughts, and if she didn’t control herself David would no doubt be able to see her reaction, possibly even tell what she was thinking.
Before Lisabeth knew what was happening they were at her small rented house, the one-bedroom structure lonely on more than one night. It wasn’t even the fact she tended to stay with Rachel; more times than not, she’d been staying at her place since interning. It just seemed odd for her to stay in David’s home when she worked for him.
He pulled the car into her driveway and cut the engine. For long seconds they just sat there, the silence stretching between them, the heat in the vehicle escalating.
“Thank you,” she whispered, and reached for the door handle when his deep voice stopped her.
“Lisabeth, wait.”
Her heart raced as she looked over at him, the shadows in the vehicle placed across his face. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he just continued to watch her.
“Good night,” he finally said.
And just like that the moment was gone, vanished as if it hadn’t happened.
“Good night,” she whispered in return and got out of the car. She hated walking away, but the one thing that still had her heart racing was the fact he’d looked at her with …desire.
4
The days passed and throughout it all Lisabeth was a permanent fixture within his office. At first David had found her presence refreshing even if it did mean he was in pain every single day. He’d always find her in the most compromising positions, from bent over the copy machine to picking something up off the floor.
The woman had the most perfect, rounded ass he’d ever seen before in his life. The skirts she wore, and they were always knee length, molded against her curves like a second skin and the temptation to run his hands across her plump cheeks was getting harder and harder to deny.
Most of the day he had a hard-on that meant he spent a lot of time behind his desk. He also experienced jealousy. He wasn’t the only man within the office who liked her or wanted her. A couple of men had approached her and he wanted to fucking kill them for even breathing near her.
The possession he felt toward his daughter’s best friend shocked him. This wasn’t what he was used to.
Women came to him.
They wanted him.
He didn’t have to do any chasing at all.
Lisabeth, she smiled sweetly at him, spoke her mind. She was respectful, sweet, charming, and he wondered constantly what it would be like to have those sweet lips wrapped around his dick as he slid into her mouth and made her swallow him. Would it be so wrong to force her to her knees at his feet, to present his dick, and watch her worship him?
Stop it!
She’s your daughter’s best friend.
She has needs also.
What if she wants it just as badly as you do?