Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Which led to the dream I just woke up from.
A dream where my dick was deep inside her while she moaned out my name. A dream that felt all too real.
The water flows over my face, and I tilt my head back. To declutter my mind, I focus on the running water. I try to clear my mind, but thoughts of February keep sneaking in. She looked so stunning last night, and I hate to admit how disappointed I was when she left. What I wouldn’t give for a moment alone with her last night.
Damn.
I know I just met her, but there’s something about her I can’t quite put my finger on.
My body comes alive as I think about the way she looked last night. Her hair swept to one side, exposing her shoulder. She wore this off the shoulder sweater, and tight black pants. Her body. Fuck, her body made me want to sink my teeth into her.
My dick hardens as the hot spray of water rushes over me. I fist it in my hand, stroking slightly as I think about February's pink lips. How supple. How plump. How I want to feel those exact lips wrapped around my cock.
I lean my head back, closing my eyes, and I pick up speed. Images of February on her knees before me rapidly fill my brain. My heartbeat amps up and I can feel the need coursing through my veins. The need to touch her. The need to kiss her. I can’t believe I’m so into this woman and we’ve barely spoken to each other.
Still, the need is there. The want. The desire pumps through me, making my cock rock solid. I keep pumping my hand, stroking my dick, looking for my release.
It’s so close.
More images of February taking my dick deep down her throat emerge. God, what I wouldn’t give to have her here right now.
I keep pushing myself to come. I want this. I haven’t felt this deep attraction to a woman in a long time.
There’s just something about her.
I brace my free hand on the bathroom tiles, letting the water spray over me as I work my dick.
“Fuck,” I groan out. I’m so close it’s insane.
I picture February before me, her hands on my thighs as she takes my cock in her mouth. Her eyes gazing back at me. I’d stroke her cheek. Tell her how goddamn beautiful she looks sucking me off.
My body explodes with an energy that makes me feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long time. I come, stroking my dick over and over as I whisper her name into the quietness of my shower.
As my breathing returns to normal, I remind myself that my focus needs to be on this latte and nothing else. I need to win this contest and prove to myself that the decision to move back was the right one.
I get out of the shower and quickly get dressed in black jeans and a black tee. No need to make myself coffee when I’ve got a shop, so I grab my keys and wallet and rush out the door.
Today I’m going to figure out the perfect latte and crush my beautiful competition.
“Bren and Tony, come here, please,” I say, walking behind the counter at Mug Life. Since the shop is empty, they follow me to the back area, and watch as I pull a few mugs down, lining them up on the counter. I lift my gaze, and a smile slowly spreads across my face. “Petra is doing a latte competition for the Magnolia Gazette. It’s Mug Life vs Deja Brew. Best latte wins and I’ll be damned if we don’t win. So, I need your help to go over some exciting new flavors that will crush the competition and put us on top.”
“That’s cool, boss. What’s the prize?” Tony asks, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
He’s a great kid, with a short attention span, but respectful. His clothes are a little baggy and his brown hair hangs in his face so often I’m not even sure he can see most of the time. Apparently, there’s something about him though, because a lot of young girls come in just to have his attention for a few minutes.
Bren is closer to my age. She’s a single mom and works tirelessly trying to get as many tips as possible to support her and her little girl. A lot of the time she mothers Tony with her hand on her hip and her blonde ponytail bouncing.
I feel like I have two of the best employees, and getting their input for this latte is invaluable.
“An entire article in the paper, which would be great for business.”
“That’s really awesome.” See, the kid gets it.
“The owner of Deja Brew is the woman who was in here the other day, right?” Bren questions.