The Surrogate by Ward Penelope

Author:Ward , Penelope
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penelope Ward Books, Inc.
Published: 2024-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

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Abby and I spent a G-rated afternoon hanging out with Lavinia, and now I was counting the minutes until our sweet innkeeper went to bed. Lavinia had insisted on playing cards after dinner, which was like torture, really. All I wanted to do as I looked at Abby across the table was touch her. Kiss her. Smell her. Taste her. None of which I could do with Lavinia here.

I still wasn’t sure how I was going to handle things this evening—whether I’d sneak into Abby’s room or ask her to come to mine. Or maybe I’d opt to do nothing at all. I didn’t want to be presumptuous. But based on the way she’d screamed in pleasure the other night, it seemed safe to assume she might want a repeat. Ever since the night she’d spent at my apartment, I’d been craving a repeat. I’d actually been craving much more, and I was unable to concentrate on anything else.

When Lavinia finally went to bed, Abby also went upstairs—without saying anything to me. I got the impression she was intentionally making me sweat. After I shut off the lights on the ground level, I followed them upstairs, still not knowing what to do. When I passed Abby’s room, I knocked lightly. There was no answer. I slowly opened the door to find she wasn’t inside. Down the hall, I could see light under the door of the main bathroom.

She must’ve been taking a bath. I decided to wait in her room, kicking my shoes off and lying back in her bed. About ten minutes later, I straightened as the door opened. Abby appeared, wrapped in a towel, her long, brown hair drenched. One look at her, and my cock began to strain against my trousers.

Her eyes widened. “What are you doing in here?”

“I thought I’d wait for you.”

She lowered her voice. “What if Lavinia sees you?”

I had to chuckle at that, although I understood. “We’re not fourteen, Abby.”

“I know. But…”

“I’d tell her I was giving you a massage.”

“You do give good massages.” Her neck turned pink.

“I’d like to massage you with my mouth again. I’ve been dying for it actually.”

Her skin turned redder.

“Are you not comfortable with me being here?” I asked.

She looked down at her feet. “It’s not that…”

“What is it, then?”

“Since the other night, I haven’t been able to think about anything else.” She licked her lips. “I wonder if maybe we need to slow things down.”

“Oh…” I wasn’t sure of what to say to that, considering slowing down was the last thing on my mind, even if she was bloody right.

Her breath was shaky. “It’s not that I don’t want an encore. But I feel more consumed than I’d anticipated.”

Her chest rose and fell as I approached her. “I might’ve given you the impression that what happened the other night was about me pleasuring you. But I needed it just as much—if not more—than you did. I can’t stop thinking about it, either. This is all me. Me needing you.

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