“Excuse me, but I have to say this. You look beautiful sitting by the fireplace and watching the fire, Mrs. Montgomery,” a familiar voice pulls me from my thoughts. “Would your husband be mad if I sent you twelve long-stemmed roses and asked for the pleasure of your company to dinner?”I lift my chin. “My husband is a very possessive man and—”“I’d kill him! You are mine and only mine,” Chase breaks character, his eyes darkening in that way that makes my heart melt and my thighs quiver. Right now, he’s holding two Cinnamon Maple Whiskey Sour drinks.“Is that my favorite drink in your hand?” I ask, blushing at the way his eyes trail over my dress, his tongue licking his lips.He smirks sinfully. “Only if the kids are asleep already.”I laugh. “It was no easy task, but they finally went to sleep after I told them that Santa won’t come if they’re awake.”“Hm. Can we use that on them all year round?” he questions as he hands me my drink.“I think it only works on Christmas Eve.”His lips
Focus, Gemma. Focus! Time is ticking away so fast.With a hurried glance at my reflection in the mirror, I notice how flushed my face is. I’m always amazed to see how much I blush for Wyatt. Heck, it’s not like we spoke. In fact, we’ve never spoken a word to one another. If he were to speak to me, I’d probably faint from shock.Glancing down at my heart print cardigan sweater, I huff a laugh at myself. I’m invisible to men, especially when I wear outfits like this. I do it for the kids, though. My second graders always get a kick out of their teacher matching her sweaters with whichever holiday we’re celebrating at the moment.Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, so I decided that we’re going to be making 3D heart-shaped Valentine’s Day cards in class today. I’m also going to surprise my students with Valentine’s Day stickers and candy. They’re going to be so happy. I swear that when my students smile at me, it’s like the whole world brightens up.Shit. I’d better get going before it gets any
KNOCK KNOCKGemma::Several hours later…Oh my God!Did I imagine that encounter with Wyatt?I internally ask myself.Nope. It happened.I want him so bad.Ever since I was a little girl, I’d say things in threes if I really felt them in my heart. To my embarrassment, it’s a quirk that surfaced earlier today when I was in the hallway with Wyatt.Stop replaying it in your head, Gemma,my inner voice says.The train ride back from work is slow and crowded. I see a few couples holding roses, and then I remember that this year, Valentine’s Day falls on a Saturday. So, I’m guessing everyone is eager to get home and start their Valentine’s Day weekend.Everyone except for me.I feel a pang in my chest when I think about the fact that I’ve never had much luck with dating. The few boyfriends that I’ve had left me because I wasn’t ready to have sex. I blame it on the fact that I’ve always been a late bloomer. But, of course, I want to do it.Maybe someday I’ll find the right person…and finally fee
“I’m positive,” he says gruffly. “Also, the name Wyatt is fairly uncommon.”“There are 8.4 million people in New York City,” I counter swiftly.“Gemma, I need you to answer this question for me,” he rasps, his eyes darkening and his expression growing serious.I let out a breath. “What question?”“Do you need something from me?”I gulp. “No, I’m good.”“Are you sure there’s not something that you REALLY need my help with?” He scrubs a hand down his jaw. “Something only I can do for you,” he says bluntly.All of a sudden, my eyes trace a path from his face to his muscular chest, and then down further. Right now, he’s wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt.Mmm…I can see his sexy abs right through his shirt. And I can see his—HOLY SHIT! There’s a big bulge in his sweatpants. Is he hard right now?!?“I don’t think that you should watch me anymore,” he whispers, his voice sounding a little ominous. “It’s having a dangerous effect on me.”Oh my God! Am I pissing him off?My heart is poundi
“I don’t want to, but you have to know what you do to me. Seeing is believing, isn’t it?” He strokes himself over his sweatpants, his lower lip pinched between his teeth. “I’ve never done anything like this before, but I take comfort in the fact that our elderly neighbors won’t hear me come with your name on my lips.”I laugh. “Because they’re semi-deaf?”“I like the sound of your laugh. It’s so honest.” His lips curve up into a smile. “Fuck, baby, you’re so real and beautiful.”My laughter dries up. “I’ve never seen one in person. Yours is my first.”“Good.” Something dark flashes in his eyes. “My cock is the only one you will ever crave. Your pussy is its home.”A shiver wracks my body. “Oh God. All the things that you say have my head spinning.”“Are you wet for me, Gemma?”“Yes…” I answer honestly.“Good. Touch yourself as you watch me through the peephole,” he says before lifting his shirt and showing me his sexy ripped abs. “I want you so bad that I’m building up to shoot one he
With a growl, I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist. Then I carry my beautiful girl into her bedroom. Right now, she’s wearing the cutest pajama shorts and a t-shirt.“How did you know this is my bedroom?” she hiccups adorably.“My apartment has the same layout as yours,” I remind her.Her chest heaves up and down. “Oh, right.”“Do you have any other questions for me?” I ask, trying to put her at ease. “You can ask me anything.”Her brows knit. “Are you seeing anyone?”“No. The only girl that I want is you,” I say before gripping her chin tightly with my free hand. “ARE YOU seeing anyone?”She shakes her head. “No.”“Good. Keep it like that,” I grumble. Then, with unbridled determination, I lay her down on her bed. Next, I crush my lips to hers. Afterward, we make out like crazy for several minutes as I dry-fuck her hard. More than anything, I want her pussy soaking wet and ripe for the fucking. “Do you like when I grind my cock on you?”“Yes,” she whispers against my lips.
“Good, just take a little bit more for me,” he says in an encouraging tone. “I'll hold back for as long as I can, but eventually, I won’t be able to stop from pushing deeper and deeper.”Feeling a little braver now, I rock my hips toward Wyatt but to no avail. “It’s no use—you’re too big to fit inside me,” I pant, my head rolling from side to side on the pillow.“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he grunts. “One way or another, it will go all the way inside your sweet fuckhole.”Oh God…I gasp, my heart thudding in my ears. “How much further do I still have to go?”“Lots of inches, baby,” he replies, his voice playful. “Try to take some more for me.”“Ooooh myyyy God,” I moan as Wyatt thrusts himself in a little deeper. “I feel like I might come again.”“Bite my shoulder as you come,” he demands, his thumb working my clit into a frenzy.I can barely catch my breath. “Why?”“I’m gonna wreck your pussy. Sorry, baby, I can’t wait anymore. I’m just too damn desperate for you.” His voice is
“Since the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew instantly that you’re what I’ve been looking for my whole life. I also knew that I would stop at nothing to make you mine. To be specific, it’s been a year and six months, eighteen days and probably six hours since I’ve been obsessed with you.”Her brows knit. “Well, that’s…very specific.”“What you’re about to see inside my apartment might freak you out,” I warn her. “But it’s just Heathcliff-like behavior. And I can’t help it. I just know that you’re going to understand.”Or at least I hope that she will.☆☆☆☆☆Gemma:::Oh wow…I wasn’t expecting to hear Wyatt admit that he’s obsessed with me.This is crazy.And the fact that he’s been stalking me online still hasn’t settled in.Has he really been obsessing over me the whole time that I’ve been obsessing over him?I can’t believe that I’m in his apartment. I’m so used to watching and listening in from the outside. But now, I’m inside.I’m actually inside of Wyatt Everdeen’s abode.His apartme