Fall Into Love (Simone: Part One Naughty Nookie Series) Read Online Free PDF

can see the
delineated lines and know from that and the exposed length of his
muscular forearms, where the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up,
how muscled he is. 
     
    He’s the only man I’ve ever met who probably
has an eight-pack. 
    Christ, I’m drooling. And
down below, I’m wet. Actually wet . I can feel the moisture against
my panties.
    I fight the blush because
there’s no one to chide me for sinful thoughts, no one to make me
feel guilty.  My parents aren’t here, they haven’t been a part
of my life for a long time and they can no longer judge me.  I
am who I am.  I’ve made myself into an independent
woman.  I might not be the richest ̶ that’s for damned sure! ̶ but I can pay my bills
and put food on the table.  I’m autonomous. 
    If at times, that isn’t
enough.  If it at times I crave more, whatever more might be,
then that’s just the way it is. 
    That’s life. 
    It will come with time, or it won’t. 
I’m used to disappointment, but not tonight.  Every part of me
is telling me that tonight will more than live up to any
expectations I might have. 
    As he returns toward me, key card in hand, I
notice a change in his features.  An intensity, a hunger that
wasn’t there before.  It had only lingered in the very depths
of his eyes; it hadn’t cast a shadow over his entire face. 
Now, however, it has overtaken him and that thrills me to the
bone. 
    There’s an austerity to the harsh lines of
his face, from the surprisingly full bottom lip to the taut
firmness of his jaw.  It’s lust.  And I’m more excited
than I’ve ever been. 
    The ride up to his room takes place in
silence.  I follow him into the elevator and travel to his
floor without a word being shared between the pair of us.  I
don’t mind.  The time for talking has passed and as thrilled
as I am, as gleeful as I feel, I’m slightly nervous.  
How can I not be?
    This man is a dream hunk and I feel like a
teenager calling him that, but it’s the truth.  He is, and I’m
not a match for him at all.  I’m his polar opposite, in fact!
 But I refuse to let nerves get the better of me and continue
to follow in his wake as he moves out of the elevator and toward
his room. 
    With no sound at all,
we’re in his suite and it is a suite.  Not a single room or a
double.  It’s a suite.  With different rooms.  A
lounge, even!
    Either the man has put a
huge notch in his credit card or he can well afford this
place.  He’s obviously quite famous in his circles and I hate
that I’m ignorant of his name.  In this world, knowledge
doesn’t cost a thing and I do my best to keep abreast of current
events.  But this man, this obviously successful writer, has
slipped past my net. 
    Damn. 
    As soon as the door closes behind us, in
such close quarters, we stand opposite each other in the short
vestibule.  Surrounded by expensive furnishings and antique
furniture, I refuse to feel overwhelmed.  He looks at me, and
I at him.   He swallows and I see the bob of his Adam’s
apple.  I know his eyes are following the heaving thrust of my
breasts and I know my nipples have puckered in welcome.  For a
moment, we just stand there.  In a weird kind of stasis. 
A beat pulses silently through the room, and then comes a
click.  A noiseless click that is somehow connected to the
pair of us. 
    Instantly, we’re upon each other.
    My fingers are at the buttons of his shirt,
tugging and pulling at them, trying to free his body to my gaze
with maximum speed.  Each inch of bare flesh I lay open to my
eyes, I caress with my fingertips, reveling in the silken touch of
his skin and the harsh, crispy hair that rests there. 
    There’s little softness to
the mating of our mouths.  Because in the flurry of frenzied
activity, I’m intent on getting his shirt off and getting to the
good stuff.  By the time I reach his belt and fly, his hands
have gripped my waist and have come up to cup my breasts.  All
the while that I’m