Every girl has that one thing she will not do. No matter how hard times get. No matter how little money she has. No matter what…there is that one thing she will refuse to do.
Ian Ferguson was that for me.
Working for one of the world’s most eligible billionaires taught me many things: I can tell the difference between BCBG and Balenciaga. I know how much mileage I can put into my Jimmy Choos before I have to get another pair. I know when Ian was in a good mood and when I should get the hell out of dodge.
Working for Ian also taught me…I can’t separate my personal feelings from our professional relationship.
Lady luck and a killer bod was on my side, though. Amateur night at the local strip club taught Ian I was no longer the desperate college student he met a few years ago, but a grown-ass woman with grown-ass needs. And honestly, I think he already knew that but never acted on it.
I just hope this experiment is worth the effort from both of us. He’s got me feeling some type of way…
“You could scoot closer to me if you like. I promise I won’t disrespect you.”
Gotta love it when a man tells you he’ll be on his best behavior. Also gotta love it when you wish he wasn’t. This is a part of Ian I would later find out how incredibly frustrating it is. I mean, if he decided to give my ass a little smack, I don’t think I would mind that at all.
I laid my head on his chest and listened to the soft beating of his heart as his arm lazily draped over my body. He felt even better than I’d imagined. His muscular build hugged me right back. His cologne tickled every one of my senses.
Ian was better than hot cocoa on a blistering cold night. Just feeling his warmth and strength beneath me was everything.
His hand was close to my butt and if he wanted to (I wanted him to), he could’ve copped a feel.
Instead, he splayed his fingers across my thighs as they slowly massaged my skin. It wasn’t sexual but sensual; almost second-nature as if he’d already done this before with me. With us.
It was a comforting feeling. It was a weird as hell feeling. We came from two different worlds and he’s already well-established in his while I’m still trying to find my way. Yet, it feels like we were supposed to connect with each other at this time, this moment.
His fingers stopped moving and I instantly noticed the sudden movement. I looked up at Ian and saw him peacefully sleeping. Damn, he even looked heavenly as he slept.
Now I was in a predicament: do I wake him up so he could sleep in my room with me? Do I leave him on the sofa? Furthermore, if he does sleep in my room, would he assume to sleep in my bed with me in it?
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
I gently shook him awake. “Ian,” his eyes slowly opened to mine, “let’s go to bed.”
He blinked at me twice. “I beg your pardon?”
“To sleep,” I emphasized, trying to convince myself. “My bed is more comfortable than this sofa.”
I helped him up and led the way to the bedroom. I removed the blankets and crawled into bed. “Your turn!”
Ian’s next move was the ultimate game-changer. He removed his shirt, revealing every bit of fantasy I had ever imagined. Good Lord, Hallelujah! Tawny skin adorned washboard abs, hardened nipples, and just-right muscular arms.
He stepped out of his jeans and I noticed he was a boxer brief man. Yes, I was staring at his crotch and I couldn’t tell you how big or small he was but I’m pretty damn sure he was just right.
He climbed in bed and cuddled right next to me. “You’re okay with me being in bed with you like this?” He asked.
I was more than okay. My tummy fluttered with anticipation while the loud pounding of my heart matched the equal thumping in the vee of my sex. If tonight was the night he was going to deflower me, this was better than any trashy novel I’ve ever read. “I’m good,” I whispered.
“I won’t sleep with you tonight so you don’t have to worry about that.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll just sleep.”
Emotions are so funny. One minute, I wanted this guy to take me to Pleasure Land with a few pit stops in Ecstasy, Please Lick Me Again, and Multiple Orgasms. The next minute, I want to take him to a place called Blue Balls R Us.
Feeling Some Type of Way will be out on December 13th. It is a full-length, standalone, New Adult sensual romance novel.