Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
As soon as the elevator reaches the 72nd floor, I step out and walk toward Eliza's apartment. Without hesitation this time, I knock on her door and she immediately answers.
She pulls the door open, and the surprise on her face is palpable.
Bingo.
I told you the flowers were a good idea.
"Derek—I—I wasn't expecting you."
"I know; I thought I'd surprise you," I smile.
"And what's this?" she asks, pointing to the box.
"This is for you," I reply. "Open it."
I hand her the box and it's heavier than she thought it would be, so she fumbles it for a moment, and I help her catch it, which causes us to both laugh.
"It's OK, you don't have to be nervous," I say, taking the top off of the box, to reveal what's inside.
"Very funny," she smirks.
And then I fucking swear that I almost hear her gasp. "Oh, they're beautiful," she smiles, leaning in to smell all 100 roses. As she leans down, I can't help but catch a perfect view of her tits, and my eyes travel down that dark, cavernous trail of her cleavage.
I know … I know … I'm a guy, okay? I can't fucking help it.
I can feel my cock twitch in my pants.
"I think we should spend the day together," I say, "Just you and I, and this big, beautiful city."
"Well … Daddy, you've certainly got my attention," she smiles, "but I have a lot of meetings planned today."
I'm not going to lie; the way she calls me 'daddy' makes my heart kick in my chest more than it should.
"Forget those meetings," I reply, reaching over and stroking her hair with one finger, "the only meeting you need is with me." I'm standing so close to her now that I can smell her shampoo.
She laughs and shakes her head.
"It's tempting," she purrs, placing one hand on mine. "But people will …" and she stops for a moment, placing her hand on the silk of my tie, starting at the knot, and slowly sliding it down, "… be very …" and her hand moves off my tie and is now resting on the buckle of my pants as she leans in to whisper into my ear, "upset."
"Is that so," I say, just above a whisper. It isn't a question, but more like a dare. My cock is fucking harder than a tree trunk, and just as big, and further more, it seems to have grown its own pulse now too.
"But … I may be able to find some time," she purrs. "Meet me at Emporio Armani on Fifth Avenue after work for a drink."
"Deal," I reply without hesitation.
And before she can get another word in, I lean in and bring my lips to hers. She opens her mouth, and I nibble on her bottom lip tenderly with my teeth before pressing my tongue against hers. I pull her tightly into my embrace, and as we kiss, the entire fucking outside world melts away.
I pull away, and give her a smile. She looks flushed and breathless.
"See you tonight," I say, and walk down the hall, resisting the urge to give a victory pump in the air with my fist, or to turn around and see the look on her face.
Why? Because I don't need to turn around.
I made the impression I need.
As they say … mission accomplished.
Chapter Twelve
Carter
I usually don’t go out for drinks after a day of work, but today I’ve decided to make an exception. Sitting in the back of my limo, stroking the length of my tie as I watch New York roll by me, I think back to what happened between Eliza and I.
That girl is a hurricane, a living force of nature. Her lips, her eyes, her breasts… Everything in her seems to have been designed with one end in mind: sin. Closing my eyes just for a few seconds, I let my mind recreate how it felt to undress her and reveal her skin inch by inch. God, the taste of her nipples in my mouth, the eager wetness between her thighs… Before her, I never knew that magic could be real; but her body is a spell, something out of this world.
Exhaling heavily, I open up my eyes and take a deep breath. I’ve been daydreaming for just a few seconds now, and look at me; I'm already sporting an erection big enough to rip through my pants. I don’t think I've ever felt this attracted to anyone, even back when I was just a teenager, drooling after big name actresses on the silver screen. There’s something about Eliza that just draws me in and makes me want more and more and more…
Alright, I need to get it together.
The limo pulls to the curb and halts to a stop in front of the Armani store, and I take another deep breath as the driver goes around the limo and opens up my door. I get out with an acknowledging nod and button up my jacket, feeling something I haven’t felt in a long time—nervous.