I’ve thought about it with my cock in my hand, and I know you do too when you touch yourself.
I feel safe to write that. Hell, I’m surprised I have it in me to write this. Maybe I should reconsider my genre and begin to write a series on billionaires. You know, the kind when he has a one-night stand then discovers later that she’s his new employee. Yeah, I readBillionaire and His Intern. You nailed it on the dirty parts… Nail… see what I did there?
My point is, you have it in you. You’re allowed to want it off the pages.
How is the pondering going?
-Stone
The heat in my body is domineering as I tuck my hand into my underwear and my finger gets soaked in my arousal. If he were here now, he would be on his knees and parting my thighs open to enjoy the view before he insists on taking over with his tongue. Then with his hands around my wrists, he would yank me up to kiss me before he guides me to the bed and opens me wide, with a quick tease of his cock before he slides right into me.
His searing eyes would drill into me.
Just as they do when his hands aren’t on me.
I pant while an orgasm takes over my body, leaving me breathless.
It’s a cold shower and contemplation that clears my head.
* * *
A week later,I find myself at a smoothie bar with my friend Flo. We went to high school together way back, and not only is she my friend, but she also reads my books in the rough stages, not to mention she owns a beauty salon, and I may get a discount.
Flo twirls her sun-kissed blonde hair around her finger. “Listen, Harlow, I’m not sure what’s going on, but your newest book is… different. No offense, but compared to your other books, this is quite a step up. The steamy scenes have turned to five-pepper levels, and to be honest, there is more… finesse to the story. You’re steering away from over the top to… emotions.” She takes a sip from her straw.
My brows raise. “Is that so?” I kind of already thought it.
“Yes. Was it that writer’s retreat? See, I knew it would help.”
I scoff a huff. “Gloria, the organizer, was…” I wave her off. “Never mind.”
“Yeah, you mentioned that she’s eccentric and probably has a yappy little dog that she carries in a basket when she’s not working. But it seems to have sparked something in you. I searched the web, and Lake Spark is just gorgeous.”
My mouth hitches up in acknowledgment. “It is a quaint little town.”
“I bet.” She smiles, and then it drops. “Now, chitchat over. What the hell is changing your direction?”
I try to look anywhere but across the table, then I admit defeat. “Uhm, you see…” I nervously tuck hair behind my ear. “I kind of met someone at the retreat. A hockey player who is writing a book…”
Flo drops her jaw. “What? Ooh, I bet he could be prime research if you want to write a hockey romance.”
I shake my head. “Or not.” I’m not even going to attempt it.
“Okay, well, Mr. Hockey Guy is sparking your creativity. Is he hot?”
I take a long sip from my green drink. “Maybe.” I shrug.
“Oh yeah?” She raises a brow. “First, you know your texts indicated that you hated that retreat, but I guess the organizer did something right… She brought you together with Mr. Hockey Hottie Guy. Your muse.” Flo grins wide.
If only she knew that it was slightly more. Stone is the guy who is making me come alive off the pages too.
“What’s your point, Flo?” I want to wrap this up. Couldn’t she just focus on the weather forecast or something?
“Go back to Lake Spark. Clearly that little town fueled your creative juices. Seriously, go there.”
Oh, now… this is… a nudge or a big push.
My thoughts turn sharply in my head.
