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Authors: Tiffany Graff Winston
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just don't feel attracted to her anymore,
Francesca's face swimming in front of me every time I look at
Emma.
She finally steps on tiptoes, pressing a
passionate kiss against my lips.
Well, what I'm sure could turn into a
passionate kiss, had I actually opened my mouth.
Emmalee finally moves away and looks up at
me, looking more than a little offended. "What's wrong?" she asks,
her lips pouting. "Did I do something wrong?"
I sigh heavily. She's definitely one of
those girls that worries about every single thing, always thinking
about what others think of her. And I want to tell her she
shouldn't, want to convince her she's beautiful without other's
approval.
"Listen, Emmalee," I say, finally meeting
her hurt gaze. "You're a gorgeous girl, you really are." She beams,
but I can see the traces of worry already in her eyes.
You could tell this girl she was your queen,
and she'd still be doubtful.
I decide honesty is the best policy in this
case, so I laugh nervously, scratching my head.
"I seem to have a little crush on your
friend," I admit nervously, and her eyes bulge out. "Francesca. I
haven't met her before and ... I just, don't know. There's
something about her, you know?"
She looks so hurt, all I want to do is pet
her like some kind of puppy. But she nods none the less, giving me
a brave smile before claiming she really must get going and heading
out of the apartment.
Frustrated, I let out a sigh and sit on the
edge of my rumpled bed. Francesca is all I can think about, and
it's been hours since we had lunch together.
I lie back on the bed, and before I can even
think about what I'm doing, my fingers unzip my jeans and I bring
out my already hard cock.
Stroking my length, I think of the girl that
has occupied my mind for the past few hours.
Her full lips, almost to the point of being
too big for her face ... but yet so perfect. That gentle curve of
her hips that turns into a beautiful rounded ass, and her
oh-so-tiny waist. The sky high heels she wore only accentuated her
lean legs. And then there's her glorious, voluminous and incredibly
long brown hair.
In a world full of full heads of extensions,
her natural locks are a pleasant change. And I can't help but
imagine pulling the down as she sucked on my cock.
I groan, stroking myself as I think of her,
becoming harder and harder with each stroke. But I'm growing
frustrated, knowing I want her hands on me, not my own.
Sure, I could call a girl from my little
black book, yet I don't want to. At this point, I'm pretty sure I
need Francesca's lips locked on mine ... and possibly some other
places, too.
I sit up again as a brilliant idea makes its
way into my mind.
I have an interview in about an hour, and
it's the perfect opportunity into motion.
Smiling slowly, I begin to make a plan that
will bring Francesca DeMarco's perfect ass straight into my
bed.
Chapter 3
FRANCESCA
I'm not on speaking
terms with Emmalee, so I've been ignoring her calls since that
so-called date at the restaurant. But she's been ringing
incessantly the whole day, and I've finally had enough.
I grab my cellphone, swiping furiously.
"What?" I bark down the line.
"H-hi, Francesca," Emmalee says sheepishly.
It's her usual tone, so I'm not too bothered yet. Oh boy, do I have
a surprise in store. "How are you doing?"
"Calling to grovel?" I ask with a syrupy
sweet voice and I can feel her discomfort across the line. It makes
me feel good, knowing she's embarrassed about what happened.
"Aaaaactually," she begins nervously, and my
blood becomes ever so slightly colder in my veins. Because her tone
is a bit strange, and I'm really not in the mood for whatever she's
going to tell me.
"Well?" I ask impatiently. "Would you spit
it out already?"
Emmalee clears her throat meaningfully while
I'm rapidly losing my patience. When I'm just about to scold her
again, she finally gets to the point.
"Have you seen Hello! today?" she asks
hesitantly.
I scan the magazines at my bedside table,
which I
Francesca's face swimming in front of me every time I look at
Emma.
She finally steps on tiptoes, pressing a
passionate kiss against my lips.
Well, what I'm sure could turn into a
passionate kiss, had I actually opened my mouth.
Emmalee finally moves away and looks up at
me, looking more than a little offended. "What's wrong?" she asks,
her lips pouting. "Did I do something wrong?"
I sigh heavily. She's definitely one of
those girls that worries about every single thing, always thinking
about what others think of her. And I want to tell her she
shouldn't, want to convince her she's beautiful without other's
approval.
"Listen, Emmalee," I say, finally meeting
her hurt gaze. "You're a gorgeous girl, you really are." She beams,
but I can see the traces of worry already in her eyes.
You could tell this girl she was your queen,
and she'd still be doubtful.
I decide honesty is the best policy in this
case, so I laugh nervously, scratching my head.
"I seem to have a little crush on your
friend," I admit nervously, and her eyes bulge out. "Francesca. I
haven't met her before and ... I just, don't know. There's
something about her, you know?"
She looks so hurt, all I want to do is pet
her like some kind of puppy. But she nods none the less, giving me
a brave smile before claiming she really must get going and heading
out of the apartment.
Frustrated, I let out a sigh and sit on the
edge of my rumpled bed. Francesca is all I can think about, and
it's been hours since we had lunch together.
I lie back on the bed, and before I can even
think about what I'm doing, my fingers unzip my jeans and I bring
out my already hard cock.
Stroking my length, I think of the girl that
has occupied my mind for the past few hours.
Her full lips, almost to the point of being
too big for her face ... but yet so perfect. That gentle curve of
her hips that turns into a beautiful rounded ass, and her
oh-so-tiny waist. The sky high heels she wore only accentuated her
lean legs. And then there's her glorious, voluminous and incredibly
long brown hair.
In a world full of full heads of extensions,
her natural locks are a pleasant change. And I can't help but
imagine pulling the down as she sucked on my cock.
I groan, stroking myself as I think of her,
becoming harder and harder with each stroke. But I'm growing
frustrated, knowing I want her hands on me, not my own.
Sure, I could call a girl from my little
black book, yet I don't want to. At this point, I'm pretty sure I
need Francesca's lips locked on mine ... and possibly some other
places, too.
I sit up again as a brilliant idea makes its
way into my mind.
I have an interview in about an hour, and
it's the perfect opportunity into motion.
Smiling slowly, I begin to make a plan that
will bring Francesca DeMarco's perfect ass straight into my
bed.
Chapter 3
FRANCESCA
I'm not on speaking
terms with Emmalee, so I've been ignoring her calls since that
so-called date at the restaurant. But she's been ringing
incessantly the whole day, and I've finally had enough.
I grab my cellphone, swiping furiously.
"What?" I bark down the line.
"H-hi, Francesca," Emmalee says sheepishly.
It's her usual tone, so I'm not too bothered yet. Oh boy, do I have
a surprise in store. "How are you doing?"
"Calling to grovel?" I ask with a syrupy
sweet voice and I can feel her discomfort across the line. It makes
me feel good, knowing she's embarrassed about what happened.
"Aaaaactually," she begins nervously, and my
blood becomes ever so slightly colder in my veins. Because her tone
is a bit strange, and I'm really not in the mood for whatever she's
going to tell me.
"Well?" I ask impatiently. "Would you spit
it out already?"
Emmalee clears her throat meaningfully while
I'm rapidly losing my patience. When I'm just about to scold her
again, she finally gets to the point.
"Have you seen Hello! today?" she asks
hesitantly.
I scan the magazines at my bedside table,
which I
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