fingers dug into me. “I want to play with you.”
I didn’t know what she meant, but it made my cock twitch anyway.
Her fingers touched the lines separating my pectoral muscle from the muscle in my shoulders. She traced it then moved down my arms. She felt me everywhere, appraising every inch of me. I felt like a painting on display. My muscles were the marks from the brush, and the colors were my skin, heat, and blood.
Her hands moved down my stomach. She trailed over the grooves then touched the hair at the very bottom. My cock remained untouched and I was disappointed.
Seeing the awe and desire in her eyes made all those hours at the gym worth it. I worked hard and watched what I ate for that very reason. But seeing the approval in her eyes made it even better. I wanted to be every fantasy she ever had.
She leaned in and pressed a light kiss over my heart. That’s when I realized the rendezvous wasn’t just sexual. It was meaningful to her in some way. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. But I did feel like more than just a piece of manmeat. For the first time, I felt real. Like she could really see me.
Prudence pulled away then pressed her forehead to mine. Our faces were close to each other, but she didn’t kiss me. This was a first for me.
“Do you have an instrument?”
Wait. What? Did I hear her right? “Sorry?”
“Do you have an instrument?” she repeated.
I was caught off guard, feeling awkward and out of whack. My usual façade of confidence disappeared. “Umm…there’s a piano in the parlor.”
“I have to write about this.” She stood up then left me there.
Chapter Thirteen
♬
Prudence Clearwater
I grabbed a notepad lying around then placed it on the grand piano. I was sur prised he had a piano since he wasn’t a musician. Actually, I hadn’t asked him. Maybe he was.
My fingers found the keys then played the harmony I wanted. There was no rhythm or rhyme to my methods. When I felt something particularly emotional or important, I had to write about it. It was the only way I could make sense of things.
After I finished the first line, I wrote my music onto the pad then continued to the next verse. The curves and lines of his perfect body made me feel things that were foreign. The connection was there, unlike anything I ever felt. It wasn’t there when Isaac and I were together. But I didn’t know what it meant. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all. And that’s what made it beautiful. It reassured me this was the right path I should take. There was nothing wrong with being in an arrangement with someone that was meant to end. It made you live in the moment, treasure and appreciate the time, and then let it go. And I liked it that way.
Cash came into the room, fully clothed, and then leaned against the wall in the doorway. He watched me and kept his silenc e. His presence didn’t bother me. I pretended he wasn’t there, just like any other concert.
After I finished the sheet music and the lyrics, I folded the page and stuck it in my bra. Cash came behind me then rested his hands on my shoulders.
“Moments of inspiration come at unexpected times.”
I smiled then looked up at him. “I’m sorry I got you excited for nothing.”
He returned my smirk. “I’ll get excited again. Don’t worry about it.”
I rested my hands on his then leaned into him.
“And what was that song about?”
“A very handsome man.”
“I like what I’m hearing.”
“Maybe I’ll play it for you sometime.”
“I’d like to hear the whole thing eventually.”
“If you’re good.” I removed my hands then stood from the bench. “Why do you have a piano?”
He eyed it. “I thought it looked nice.”
“But it feels brand new. Never used.”
“I’ve never played it.”
“So you’re a fan of music but don’t play it?”
“You could say that,” he said calmly. He looked at his watch. “Would you like me to take you home?”
Hell no . I wanted to get back to
I didn’t know what she meant, but it made my cock twitch anyway.
Her fingers touched the lines separating my pectoral muscle from the muscle in my shoulders. She traced it then moved down my arms. She felt me everywhere, appraising every inch of me. I felt like a painting on display. My muscles were the marks from the brush, and the colors were my skin, heat, and blood.
Her hands moved down my stomach. She trailed over the grooves then touched the hair at the very bottom. My cock remained untouched and I was disappointed.
Seeing the awe and desire in her eyes made all those hours at the gym worth it. I worked hard and watched what I ate for that very reason. But seeing the approval in her eyes made it even better. I wanted to be every fantasy she ever had.
She leaned in and pressed a light kiss over my heart. That’s when I realized the rendezvous wasn’t just sexual. It was meaningful to her in some way. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. But I did feel like more than just a piece of manmeat. For the first time, I felt real. Like she could really see me.
Prudence pulled away then pressed her forehead to mine. Our faces were close to each other, but she didn’t kiss me. This was a first for me.
“Do you have an instrument?”
Wait. What? Did I hear her right? “Sorry?”
“Do you have an instrument?” she repeated.
I was caught off guard, feeling awkward and out of whack. My usual façade of confidence disappeared. “Umm…there’s a piano in the parlor.”
“I have to write about this.” She stood up then left me there.
Chapter Thirteen
♬
Prudence Clearwater
I grabbed a notepad lying around then placed it on the grand piano. I was sur prised he had a piano since he wasn’t a musician. Actually, I hadn’t asked him. Maybe he was.
My fingers found the keys then played the harmony I wanted. There was no rhythm or rhyme to my methods. When I felt something particularly emotional or important, I had to write about it. It was the only way I could make sense of things.
After I finished the first line, I wrote my music onto the pad then continued to the next verse. The curves and lines of his perfect body made me feel things that were foreign. The connection was there, unlike anything I ever felt. It wasn’t there when Isaac and I were together. But I didn’t know what it meant. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all. And that’s what made it beautiful. It reassured me this was the right path I should take. There was nothing wrong with being in an arrangement with someone that was meant to end. It made you live in the moment, treasure and appreciate the time, and then let it go. And I liked it that way.
Cash came into the room, fully clothed, and then leaned against the wall in the doorway. He watched me and kept his silenc e. His presence didn’t bother me. I pretended he wasn’t there, just like any other concert.
After I finished the sheet music and the lyrics, I folded the page and stuck it in my bra. Cash came behind me then rested his hands on my shoulders.
“Moments of inspiration come at unexpected times.”
I smiled then looked up at him. “I’m sorry I got you excited for nothing.”
He returned my smirk. “I’ll get excited again. Don’t worry about it.”
I rested my hands on his then leaned into him.
“And what was that song about?”
“A very handsome man.”
“I like what I’m hearing.”
“Maybe I’ll play it for you sometime.”
“I’d like to hear the whole thing eventually.”
“If you’re good.” I removed my hands then stood from the bench. “Why do you have a piano?”
He eyed it. “I thought it looked nice.”
“But it feels brand new. Never used.”
“I’ve never played it.”
“So you’re a fan of music but don’t play it?”
“You could say that,” he said calmly. He looked at his watch. “Would you like me to take you home?”
Hell no . I wanted to get back to
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