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October 17 - October 20, 2024
To all the recovering people pleasers. Do whatever the fuck you want. Boundaries are sexy. You are enough.
With his hands on my shoulders, he looked into my eyes, his face sincere. “Don’t say that. You’re beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful. Period. And if people don’t notice how smart and empathetic and intuitive you are, then that’s their fucking problem.”
He was still clutching my shoulders as he angled in and brought his lips to my ear. When he spoke, they brushed the shell, sending a shiver through me. “And regardless of how painfully gorgeous you are, your mind, Lila, your mind is magnificent.”
“Were you even alive in the ’80s?” “Nope.” I tilted my chin up and grinned. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate vintage films.” He coughed out a surprised laugh. “Please don’t call anything created in the ’80s vintage. I may vomit.” I patted his bicep. His strong, hard bicep. “Don’t be ashamed. You, Owen Hebert, are one fine vintage piece.”
Until the moment she stepped out of her house this morning, I’d had no idea that I had a skirt suit fetish. But one look at those hips, and a new kink had been unlocked.
smiled broadly at him. “Happy to get weird with you anytime.”
“Since the moment you first walked into that office building, I’ve been thinking of your naked body under mine. I’ve waited so long for this moment. You’re going to be a good girl and let me play.”
“Text me if you need anything.” The offer was lame, but what I really wanted to say was that I’d take care of her forever if she let me, and I was pretty certain that wouldn’t go over well.
Owen pulled back but didn’t step away. He peered down at me and wiped away my tears with the pads of his thumbs. “You can have whatever you want. I’m all yours. For tonight, this year, or forever. I’m here if you want me.”
“Yes. I thought about it all the time. No one has ever made me feel this good.” Fuck, my ego might never recover. “Good. Because no one ever will. You’re mine now.” I grunted. “This pussy, it’s mine.” I was going hard now, pounding
It’s the quiet ones, you know?”
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I need you to hear me. You’re it for me. Got that?”
