One Day You'll Be Mine(8)

By: Alana Hart & Lauren Lashley



Natalia’s eyes rolled so hard in the back of her head, I didn’t need to see it. I could hear her exasperation in the audible groan on the other end of the line, and the persnickety quip that followed. “Have you been reading more of those books on expert motherhood and marriage again?”

I didn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes, ma’am, I most certainly have. And I’ll have you know that-”

You know, I was so ready to explain everything I’d been learning, but she cut me off there. Natalia only had one child, but she thought she was the queen of everything marriage and mommydom. Because she had to learn on her own, she felt books were just way too impractical.

“Stop, woman! I don’t need another pop psychologist reference on how to handle my marriage, or my son, okay?” I silently thanked the gods we weren’t on Facetime as I rolled my eyes. She happily continued chastising. “Rose, nothing will ever prepare you for motherhood or marriage except getting married or having a child yourself. The books don’t have it all!”

“Yes they do,” I stated, matter-of-factly, sticking to my guns. “That’s why they’re bestsellers.” I pulled the oily noodles from the microwave 30 seconds early. Of course, some sections of the container were piping hot, others still cold. I mixed them with my fork hoping to create a lukewarm orgy that would go down quickly. “Besides, I want to be prepared as much as possible, even if I can’t know everything until it happens.”

I couldn’t wait for us to start our family. Ellis and I spoke often of having children a couple of years from now. It was still early, but I always believed preparation was the key to a solid foundation.

We continued our sisterly argument, going back and forth until I got bored. I didn’t need to argue with her about baby books. Nobody had time for that. I wanted to have her come out here and spend time with me, so I could drag her around the city for bridal shopping purposes. (And cocktails, of course.)

“Okay, I’ll check in with Hollis and see how he feels about me going out of town. But he’ll have to keep Jordan. If I take a break, I need a serious break. I don’t want to feel like a vacationing single mother.”

“Hush!” I said. I heard voices in the background, my cue to leave. “I’ll let you go. I know you have to get dinner ready. Send everyone my love.”

***

After downing the rest of the noodles, I did a little cleaning up, then showered, and jumped into bed for some reading. I was currently finishing Succulence by Lauren Lashley. It was an erotic read, but there were some twisted people in this story. First, Amy has a hard time making ends meet so she becomes an escort…but then there’s this whole crazy relationship with her ex, and this mysterious client she’s seeing. As if that’s not enough, the stuff that happened with her coworker Stacy was just way too much. And this was all set here in Dallas!

My life was a very busy one, but also very predictable and bland. Therefore, crazy romances with lots of sex and drama were my thing, because I would get to live in a world full of sex and excitement that didn’t exist in my reality.

I got hot reading one of the sex scenes with Amy and her client, whom she referred to as “The Engineer”:

“You sure know how to treat a man, baby,” he groaned as I continued to release the tension from his feet. “I don’t call or text you as much as you would like, and I’m always busy. But you sure know how to remind me where I belong. Why are you so good to me?”

“Because you deserve it,” I replied coyly. Every man wants to be a King, even if it’s a fantasy.

My foot massage turned into a back massage, turned into a chest massage. When I rolled him onto his back, he was hard. I licked my lips when I felt his bulge underneath me. My pussy was nearing uncontrollable wetness and I still wore my dress.

Lightly buzzed from the D’usse, he placed his thick hands on my thighs and slid my dress up, exposing my thong and suspenders.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he murmured, rubbing the sides of my hips in a circular motion. “Such a naughty girl…”



“You like?” I asked, continuing to rub his chest while trying my damnedest to ignore the tiny wildfire of desire set ablaze from feeling his cock harden even more as I straddled him.

He slapped my ass hard. “Love it when you’re my dirty angel, precious.”

The wildfire between my legs roared when he did that. I began slowly rocking myself back and forth on his bulge, moaning as I paid attention to the sensations building as I satisfied myself on his bulge.

He sat up on his elbows slightly, basking in the pleasure of my impromptu performance. Slowly he rocked with me, helping me build up the intensity.

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