Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“The counter is good,” she says. Walking to the end, she slides on the moving stool and places her purse on the counter, and I sit next to her. She reaches for a menu tucked between the ketchup bottle and the salt and pepper shakers.
“What are you getting?” she asks me when the lady comes to us.
“Welcome, what can I get you?” she asks us, grabbing her pad from her white apron.
“I’m going to have a double cheese with bacon, basket of onion rings, fries, and a root beer float,” I tell her and look over at Zara.
“I’ll have a cheeseburger with bacon,” she says, then looks at me. “Will you eat all your fries?” I shake my head. “I’ll also have a water please.” She smiles at the woman who just turns and walks away.
“I’m sharing your root beer float.” She turns her stool to face me and leans in. I turn my own stool and open my legs, keeping her legs between mine to block anyone from ogling her legs.
The lady comes back and places the frosted glass in front of us, the root beer bubbling with a scoop of ice cream in the middle slowly melting and two red straws sticking out. She grabs her phone and snaps a picture, then leans in and takes a sip.
“I might have to get my own,” she says, taking another sip. I grab my straw and take a sip, and she snaps a picture.
“Zoe always says if there isn’t no photographic proof, then it didn’t happen.” I shake my head and lean in to kiss her lips.
The food comes in no time, and between the two of us, nothing is left. She has about fifteen napkins all balled up from the grease that she cleaned off her.
“That was so good,” she says, getting up once I pay the bill and thank the woman.
“You lovebirds come back again,” the waitress says with a huge smile on her face.
We walk out hand in hand, and I open the door for her. “Thank you,” she says, getting in the car. When I slip into the car, she is leaning over, and I see her untying her shoes.
“Okay, it’s time to take them off,” she says. “It’s been six hours.” I look over at the clock on the console and see it’s almost midnight. I make my way home and look over at her when she reaches for the door handle. She sees me and takes a deep breath.
“Oh God, hurry up then.” She snickers, and I get out of the car and already hear the dogs barking. I open her door, and she gets out, holding her purse in one hand with her shoes hanging by the straps.
She walks with her hand in mine, and I swear it feels like it’s always been like this. I open the door and wait for her to walk in. She greets the dogs with hugs, and they get all excited. “Let’s get you guys outside,” she says, dumping her stuff at the front door and walking into the house, leaving me to lock the door and follow her. They didn’t even come and see me.
She unlocks the door, still talking to them while I walk to the fridge and grab two water bottles. The light from over the stove on giving some light to the room. “How long do they stay out there?” she asks, coming over to me, and I hand her a water bottle. I lean back on my counter, watching her drink her water bottle.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, and she looks at me, walking over to me. I lean in and kiss her neck right where I can feel her heart beat. When I feel its fast beat, I’m happy I’m not the only one feeling like this. “Hands down the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life.”
Her hand roams up my chest to the top of my shirt where it’s unbuttoned, her fingers going inside the top as her fingers rub my collarbone. “I believe I told you that I would show you what I was wearing under my dress,” she says.
Her hand leaves my chest and goes to the side where she unsnaps the little button on the side, and I see a little bit of her pink bra strap. My whole body is on alert. My heart picks up speed, and my cock strains to come out. I watch her delicate hands reach the other side and unsnap another button, and then it just hangs open. She takes both sides in her hand and slips it off her shoulder, and I am holding my breath. If I died at this moment, my life would be complete is the only thing I can think. She is so much more than exquisite, and I can’t come up with the words. No words can do her justice.