To Each Her Own (The Swirl Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

that you, of all people, would have trouble meeting women. No matter what job you have. With your looks, personality, and sense of humor, you surely have women lining up to spend time with you.”
    He flashed a humble grin. “I wouldn’t say that. As silly as I may be at times, I find that a lot of younger women aren’t as mature as I like. My mom was older than my father, and that’s what I look for. I like to have fun, but when it’s time to get serious, I want someone who can handle things and have some class, you know?”
    “I do.” She exhaled and tested her level of steadiness, taking a moment to look around at the bustling crowd. They got louder, and then cheered, some began screaming.
    He said loudly, looking at the game, “Uh-huh, the Spurmaids lost.”
    She looked over. “What? No.”
    “Yes.”
    “Oh Lord. Next time, we’ll close it out.”
    “Yeah, okay. I wanted you to win, really I did.”
    “Sure you did.” She barely smiled.
    He asked, “You good? Nothing else?”
    “No, I’m good.” She removed the napkin from her lap, glanced at her watch, and then looked to her side, pulling her purse closer. “Actually, I’m really going to need to head home. It’s pretty late.”
    “No work tomorrow, right?” he asked as he left cash for the bill.
    “I know, but I’ve got a breakfast appointment.” She uncrossed her legs.
    “I see. Well, as much as I hate to hear that, let me close this out and we can go. I mean you do need to get home and practice how you’re going to record that bucket challenge. I will be expecting it.”
    “Right. Not just yet. But good win.” She put her purse strap along her arm. She then scooted along the seat and came to a stance.
    He stood too. “Yes.”
    As she proceeded to the door, he was one step behind her with his hand along the small of her back.
    He stepped up and held the door open as they exited. “This has been nice.”
    She sauntered along in the warmth of the still evening air. “For me, too. Thanks for inviting me.”
    “My pleasure,” she said, taking her keys from her purse.
    “We’ll do it again.”
    “Yes, we will.”
    Shasta asked curiously, from out of the blue, “What sign are you?”
    “Scorpio. November twentieth” He waited. “You?”
    “Scorpio as well. November sixth.”
    “I see. So what does that mean?” He laughed.
    She faced him, saying, “I have no idea,” and then she planted a small kiss along his cheek.
    He gave a pleasurable moan, hugged her, and pointed to the white RAM truck next to her new black Mercedes. “Just so happens I’m parked right here.”
    “Okay, cool.”
    They faced each other and he hugged her tighter. “Thanks for the kiss.”
    She hugged back. “You’re welcome.”
    As he took a slow step back, she pressed the alarm button on her key ring and he opened her car door. Once she was inside he said, “Drive safely.”
    She asked, “Ramón, will you follow me please? Just to make sure I get home okay?”
    His willing expression escorted his one word. “Absolutely.”
    He closed the door.
    Moments later, he followed her out of the parking lot and onto Roswell Road, entering the ramp onto 285.
    However, forty minutes later, Shasta lay on her back upon her living room sofa, with only the light of the muted TV before her. Between her legs, was Ramón, going down on her, working his way around her vagina as she moaned like her last breath depended upon his every expert tongue stroke.
    In her head she felt fear. Fear that he was so good, so skilled, so precise, so able to make her feel something she’d never felt before in all of her years, that she had an urge to panic. Her legs shook uncontrollably. She fought to calm them, but they had a mind of their own, and they refused. The panic quickly morphed into excitement. A thrill owned her body and took over her mind, and she lost it. All control was stripped away, and she ground toward his face, taking his head into her hands with a firm grip, saying