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Authors: Scarlet Wolfe
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sensual woman wanting to come out and play.”
I climb off of him and sit on the couch.
“You’re dangerous.”
“I’ m freeing, and it scares you that you want to be, too,” he says, running a finger down my thigh.
“Y ou should probably go.” He’s right. He makes me want to explore parts of myself I’ve kept locked away, parts no other man has tapped into.
My body is on fire, aching and clawing at me to set it free. It wants to come out to play alright. It wants recess with Ian. He’s everything I’m not, and I love it.
Instead of looking upset or worried that he has to leave, he gives me a cocky smile. He’s too much. Standing, he prowls in front of me and leans over, planting his hands on each side of me on the couch. I lean back, and he leans in more.
“Thank you for an enlightening evening, sweet girl.” He gives me one soft kiss on my quivering lips before his firm ass and lean frame, accentuated with muscles in all the right places, walk away from me.
He turns at the door, and I have a clear view of his blonde hair I messed up. I already miss his touch, and the shit eating grin on his face tells me he knows it.
Out the door he goes, and I exhale the biggest breath. It feels like minutes that I’ve been holding it, unaware of anything but my craving for this sinful man. I want to have sex with him, but I’m terrified he’ll walk away with my whole heart after.
And the Dictionary Says …
Drew
I pull up at Bryn’s right at no on, eager to see her. She’s already outside waiting for me. The weather has warmed, and her tight silhouette is showing in a denim mini skirt and thin, pink top.
H er dark hair is cascading over her shoulders, and when she slides into the seat, I get an impressive view of her thighs. Damn, I want this woman.
“Hi, sweetheart,” I say .
“Hello. ”
I reach over and squeeze her hand. “Where are we going today? Any suggestions?”
“Do you want to go to Powell’s? We always have fun in there?”
Powell’s is an enormous bookstore in Portland that covers a whole city block. You can easily get lost inside, and Bryn and I love the place. There are over a million books, and we both enjoy reading.
“Sounds perfect. So, how was your date?”
“Yeah, about that. What’s with the text?”
My heart begins racing. “What do you mean?”
“I’m twenty-four. I think I can take care of myself. I don’t know what the sudden overprotectiveness is about, but you need to cut it out.
“ Is this how you always would’ve been? I mean, if I had gone on more than one date with anyone? It’s sad, but I think I’ve only went on a date with three guys since you and I met.”
“I can’ t apologize. I care about you and worry.”
“Just so you know, I think he’d be a great catch. He’s smart and respon sible among many other exemplary qualities that you don’t want to hear about.”
Yeah, I know all about his other qualities. Asshole. I had to have mentioned her name before to Ian. If I’d only said it when he was over a week ago, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Figures he met her while getting beer to bring to my house. It’s quiet until I park at Powell’s.
“What do you want to check out first?” I ask when we get inside.
“ Naturally art. Do you even have to ask?”
“Bryn, really? Do we need to go over the list of categories you enjoy perusing? You can spend an hour looking at the cooking section alone. I’ve learned to make the best meals from the time spent in those aisles.”
“And admit it, you love every minut e of it.”
I wrap my arm around her shoulder s and pull her against me. “You’re right. I love every minute I get to spend with you.”
We’re somewhat rude in the bookstore, typically sitting right in the aisles, allowing people to step over us. Although, there are usually not too many customers that like the odd stuff we look at.
“Let’s check out erotic art today,” she says mischievously.
Wonderful .
I climb off of him and sit on the couch.
“You’re dangerous.”
“I’ m freeing, and it scares you that you want to be, too,” he says, running a finger down my thigh.
“Y ou should probably go.” He’s right. He makes me want to explore parts of myself I’ve kept locked away, parts no other man has tapped into.
My body is on fire, aching and clawing at me to set it free. It wants to come out to play alright. It wants recess with Ian. He’s everything I’m not, and I love it.
Instead of looking upset or worried that he has to leave, he gives me a cocky smile. He’s too much. Standing, he prowls in front of me and leans over, planting his hands on each side of me on the couch. I lean back, and he leans in more.
“Thank you for an enlightening evening, sweet girl.” He gives me one soft kiss on my quivering lips before his firm ass and lean frame, accentuated with muscles in all the right places, walk away from me.
He turns at the door, and I have a clear view of his blonde hair I messed up. I already miss his touch, and the shit eating grin on his face tells me he knows it.
Out the door he goes, and I exhale the biggest breath. It feels like minutes that I’ve been holding it, unaware of anything but my craving for this sinful man. I want to have sex with him, but I’m terrified he’ll walk away with my whole heart after.
And the Dictionary Says …
Drew
I pull up at Bryn’s right at no on, eager to see her. She’s already outside waiting for me. The weather has warmed, and her tight silhouette is showing in a denim mini skirt and thin, pink top.
H er dark hair is cascading over her shoulders, and when she slides into the seat, I get an impressive view of her thighs. Damn, I want this woman.
“Hi, sweetheart,” I say .
“Hello. ”
I reach over and squeeze her hand. “Where are we going today? Any suggestions?”
“Do you want to go to Powell’s? We always have fun in there?”
Powell’s is an enormous bookstore in Portland that covers a whole city block. You can easily get lost inside, and Bryn and I love the place. There are over a million books, and we both enjoy reading.
“Sounds perfect. So, how was your date?”
“Yeah, about that. What’s with the text?”
My heart begins racing. “What do you mean?”
“I’m twenty-four. I think I can take care of myself. I don’t know what the sudden overprotectiveness is about, but you need to cut it out.
“ Is this how you always would’ve been? I mean, if I had gone on more than one date with anyone? It’s sad, but I think I’ve only went on a date with three guys since you and I met.”
“I can’ t apologize. I care about you and worry.”
“Just so you know, I think he’d be a great catch. He’s smart and respon sible among many other exemplary qualities that you don’t want to hear about.”
Yeah, I know all about his other qualities. Asshole. I had to have mentioned her name before to Ian. If I’d only said it when he was over a week ago, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Figures he met her while getting beer to bring to my house. It’s quiet until I park at Powell’s.
“What do you want to check out first?” I ask when we get inside.
“ Naturally art. Do you even have to ask?”
“Bryn, really? Do we need to go over the list of categories you enjoy perusing? You can spend an hour looking at the cooking section alone. I’ve learned to make the best meals from the time spent in those aisles.”
“And admit it, you love every minut e of it.”
I wrap my arm around her shoulder s and pull her against me. “You’re right. I love every minute I get to spend with you.”
We’re somewhat rude in the bookstore, typically sitting right in the aisles, allowing people to step over us. Although, there are usually not too many customers that like the odd stuff we look at.
“Let’s check out erotic art today,” she says mischievously.
Wonderful .
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