the physical relationship. She
wondered if he liked to jog. She loved jogging. Jogging in Central Park with a
partner, with him specifically, would be so much fun. She could watch his
muscles bulge as they worked out side by side.
Her body tingled, growing hot and aching just thinking about
his taut muscles as he pulled her toward him. The slick, moist heat of his
skin. His long, hard cock, rigid and pulsing against her.
She pressed her hand to the tender folds between her thighs,
begging to be touched. She imagined him removing her tee and grasping an aching
breast. Him rubbing the hardened nipple until she moaned. His hand plunging
into her shorts, his thick fingers pushing in and out of her. She mimicked the
movements beneath the water, all the while imagining it was Preston taking her
body to paradise.
Her fingers delved inside tight, hot, wet flesh. She was so
wet with only thoughts of Preston. How wet would she be when he did touch her,
kiss her?
It didn’t take long before shots of pleasure ran through
her. She pinched her nipple, palmed her breasts, sending frissons of need and
bliss from her breasts to her pussy.
Oh, God … She brushed a thumb over her clit, gasped at
the spark of feeling it elicited. I should have taken a cold shower instead.
But it was too late, she was already hot, heavy with wanting,
panting from the need to feel her release. She stroked her thumb faster over
her clit, her fingers still thrusting inside her pussy. In and out, round and
round. She imagined it was Preston doing these things to her body. Preston
thrusting his thick fingers inside her channel. Preston palming her breasts,
rolling her nipples between his fingers. The warm water lapped at her breasts
as her hips rolled in the water. It was heady. Hot.
And then, when she thought she’d die from the pressure
building within her, an orgasm ripped from her center outward. Her pussy
clenched and fluttered around her fingers. She moaned aloud, her head rolling
from side to side. In her mind, Preston smiled with satisfaction.
If she could come like that just thinking of him, what would
it be like to actually be with him?
Cadence leaned her head back on the tub. She may have
orgasmed but her intense hunger for him still thrived. She’d waited a long time
to meet a man like Preston. She wouldn’t deny herself the pleasure a second longer.
What was she getting into? Caution raised its ugly head as
she stared at the ceiling tiles. She hardly knew the man. His likes and
dislikes. His taste in women, for example. Maybe she wasn’t his type. Maybe he
treated all his clients as if they were the most important person in the world.
Maybe she was setting herself up for a big disappointment.
She snorted, sending a bubble skidding across the water.
What did all that matter? Preston Night obviously liked what he’d seen and was
free this evening. They’d have a few laughs, which would take her mind off
family matters. If they ended up in bed, she was aware it would be a one-night
stand only.
What she knew about him was sufficient. He was an ambitious
international business lawyer with offices all over the world, he was probably
a workaholic and he’d no time for a social life.
That he kept damn good care of his body and she wanted him
to take care of hers.
She leaned back against the tub. She would be leaving as
soon as this whole mess with secret trusts was dealt with. She intended to live
in another country…start fresh…
Preston had offices in Europe. They could hook up from time
to time. No, it wouldn’t work. She was going to be busy traveling and writing.
He had a company to grow.
Maybe dinner wasn’t such a good idea. She didn’t want to
ruin a perfectly good working relationship.
She had gone out on a limb, asking him because she was so
attracted to him and, to be honest, lonely. She wanted to spend an evening not
thinking about the train wreck her life had become in the past few days. She
hadn’t thought rationally,
wondered if he liked to jog. She loved jogging. Jogging in Central Park with a
partner, with him specifically, would be so much fun. She could watch his
muscles bulge as they worked out side by side.
Her body tingled, growing hot and aching just thinking about
his taut muscles as he pulled her toward him. The slick, moist heat of his
skin. His long, hard cock, rigid and pulsing against her.
She pressed her hand to the tender folds between her thighs,
begging to be touched. She imagined him removing her tee and grasping an aching
breast. Him rubbing the hardened nipple until she moaned. His hand plunging
into her shorts, his thick fingers pushing in and out of her. She mimicked the
movements beneath the water, all the while imagining it was Preston taking her
body to paradise.
Her fingers delved inside tight, hot, wet flesh. She was so
wet with only thoughts of Preston. How wet would she be when he did touch her,
kiss her?
It didn’t take long before shots of pleasure ran through
her. She pinched her nipple, palmed her breasts, sending frissons of need and
bliss from her breasts to her pussy.
Oh, God … She brushed a thumb over her clit, gasped at
the spark of feeling it elicited. I should have taken a cold shower instead.
But it was too late, she was already hot, heavy with wanting,
panting from the need to feel her release. She stroked her thumb faster over
her clit, her fingers still thrusting inside her pussy. In and out, round and
round. She imagined it was Preston doing these things to her body. Preston
thrusting his thick fingers inside her channel. Preston palming her breasts,
rolling her nipples between his fingers. The warm water lapped at her breasts
as her hips rolled in the water. It was heady. Hot.
And then, when she thought she’d die from the pressure
building within her, an orgasm ripped from her center outward. Her pussy
clenched and fluttered around her fingers. She moaned aloud, her head rolling
from side to side. In her mind, Preston smiled with satisfaction.
If she could come like that just thinking of him, what would
it be like to actually be with him?
Cadence leaned her head back on the tub. She may have
orgasmed but her intense hunger for him still thrived. She’d waited a long time
to meet a man like Preston. She wouldn’t deny herself the pleasure a second longer.
What was she getting into? Caution raised its ugly head as
she stared at the ceiling tiles. She hardly knew the man. His likes and
dislikes. His taste in women, for example. Maybe she wasn’t his type. Maybe he
treated all his clients as if they were the most important person in the world.
Maybe she was setting herself up for a big disappointment.
She snorted, sending a bubble skidding across the water.
What did all that matter? Preston Night obviously liked what he’d seen and was
free this evening. They’d have a few laughs, which would take her mind off
family matters. If they ended up in bed, she was aware it would be a one-night
stand only.
What she knew about him was sufficient. He was an ambitious
international business lawyer with offices all over the world, he was probably
a workaholic and he’d no time for a social life.
That he kept damn good care of his body and she wanted him
to take care of hers.
She leaned back against the tub. She would be leaving as
soon as this whole mess with secret trusts was dealt with. She intended to live
in another country…start fresh…
Preston had offices in Europe. They could hook up from time
to time. No, it wouldn’t work. She was going to be busy traveling and writing.
He had a company to grow.
Maybe dinner wasn’t such a good idea. She didn’t want to
ruin a perfectly good working relationship.
She had gone out on a limb, asking him because she was so
attracted to him and, to be honest, lonely. She wanted to spend an evening not
thinking about the train wreck her life had become in the past few days. She
hadn’t thought rationally,
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