body.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SAMUEL
I have spent the last couple of days in a complete daze. I was spending those days with the most amazing woman I have ever met. The way she carries on with her work is intoxicating; I have never seen anyone else work, apart from my father or uncle, with the passion she is showing. Just like me, she is determined to find out what is going on within my family’s business. We both work tirelessly throughout these few days, only resting for a few hours’ sleep each night. Each time Grace is nestled on the sofa I can’t help, but watch her sleep. She looks so beautiful and peaceful and I have never had the urge to protect something more than my family in my life. Her lips are full and plump and are begging me to kiss and take them into my teeth to bite and suck. Her chest rises and falls with the breaths she is taking and they look so inviting, her skin looks as soft as silk and I want to feel my cock in between the valley of those round, full breasts. Her shaped eyebrows screw in as if she is having a nightmare and as I watch her I can’t help, but allow the need to protect her overtake me. I don’t know what plagues her, but I want her to have the courage to tell and trust me so I can attempt to make it better. I am so confused at my thoughts for this woman, a woman I have only just recently met, but who is working her way into my every thought.
On Monday morning I wake up early and head to the gym. I am worked up by the female I am spending my time with, am agitated sexually and with what I have to do later on that morning. I run on the treadmill and then take all my aggression out on the punch bag till I am wet all over with my own sweat. When I get back to our suite I can hear her moving around within her room and head off to take a shower. When I am shaved, clean and dressed I step out into the main room where I can see Grace sat at the dining table eating breakfast. She hears me approach and with a mouth around a watermelon she looks up at me and I feel my cock come to life at the sight ahead of me and I can’t help, but wish it was my cock wrapped around those delicate fingers, gaining closer and closer to that delicious mouth of hers. I have to mentally shake myself back into reality before I gave my situation away. I am already doing that enough and I can see from her reactions that she is not ready for any type of relationship. I’m not sure if I am ready, but if it means being able to spend more time with her outside of work then I will be more than willing to give it a go. Don’t get me wrong, I still want her in my bed, but the need to get to know her more is begging to become more important, and for some strange reason I am more expectant of this new development. I sit with her at the table, trying not to keep watching her, although I can feel her eyes on me.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask her. I have to cover a common ground rather than the sexual thoughts that are a constant thought whenever I am in her presence.
“Yes, thank-you, and you?” She gives me a gentle smile that just lights up her entire face as she waits for my answer.
“Yes.” I reach over for some toast and watch her as I eat it, just watching her become more self-conscious and I want to laugh at how cute she looks. Shit, did I just think she looks cute? This woman is completely fucking with me.
We finish our breakfast in silence and I’m just content to sit there and watch her eat. It’s as if I’m completely fascinated by her, I want to watch how she runs her everyday life. The way her mouth moves around the food as she eats, or how those full lips rest on the rim of her glass. I find that I could, or rather, I need to watch her all day. It’s so unnerving for me, I’ve never been like this, but I’m finding it completely compelling. I force my eyes
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SAMUEL
I have spent the last couple of days in a complete daze. I was spending those days with the most amazing woman I have ever met. The way she carries on with her work is intoxicating; I have never seen anyone else work, apart from my father or uncle, with the passion she is showing. Just like me, she is determined to find out what is going on within my family’s business. We both work tirelessly throughout these few days, only resting for a few hours’ sleep each night. Each time Grace is nestled on the sofa I can’t help, but watch her sleep. She looks so beautiful and peaceful and I have never had the urge to protect something more than my family in my life. Her lips are full and plump and are begging me to kiss and take them into my teeth to bite and suck. Her chest rises and falls with the breaths she is taking and they look so inviting, her skin looks as soft as silk and I want to feel my cock in between the valley of those round, full breasts. Her shaped eyebrows screw in as if she is having a nightmare and as I watch her I can’t help, but allow the need to protect her overtake me. I don’t know what plagues her, but I want her to have the courage to tell and trust me so I can attempt to make it better. I am so confused at my thoughts for this woman, a woman I have only just recently met, but who is working her way into my every thought.
On Monday morning I wake up early and head to the gym. I am worked up by the female I am spending my time with, am agitated sexually and with what I have to do later on that morning. I run on the treadmill and then take all my aggression out on the punch bag till I am wet all over with my own sweat. When I get back to our suite I can hear her moving around within her room and head off to take a shower. When I am shaved, clean and dressed I step out into the main room where I can see Grace sat at the dining table eating breakfast. She hears me approach and with a mouth around a watermelon she looks up at me and I feel my cock come to life at the sight ahead of me and I can’t help, but wish it was my cock wrapped around those delicate fingers, gaining closer and closer to that delicious mouth of hers. I have to mentally shake myself back into reality before I gave my situation away. I am already doing that enough and I can see from her reactions that she is not ready for any type of relationship. I’m not sure if I am ready, but if it means being able to spend more time with her outside of work then I will be more than willing to give it a go. Don’t get me wrong, I still want her in my bed, but the need to get to know her more is begging to become more important, and for some strange reason I am more expectant of this new development. I sit with her at the table, trying not to keep watching her, although I can feel her eyes on me.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask her. I have to cover a common ground rather than the sexual thoughts that are a constant thought whenever I am in her presence.
“Yes, thank-you, and you?” She gives me a gentle smile that just lights up her entire face as she waits for my answer.
“Yes.” I reach over for some toast and watch her as I eat it, just watching her become more self-conscious and I want to laugh at how cute she looks. Shit, did I just think she looks cute? This woman is completely fucking with me.
We finish our breakfast in silence and I’m just content to sit there and watch her eat. It’s as if I’m completely fascinated by her, I want to watch how she runs her everyday life. The way her mouth moves around the food as she eats, or how those full lips rest on the rim of her glass. I find that I could, or rather, I need to watch her all day. It’s so unnerving for me, I’ve never been like this, but I’m finding it completely compelling. I force my eyes
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