Blast From The Past 1 by Faith Winslow Read Free Book Online Page A

me, as I’d done earlier on the couch, and squeezed my inner muscles. I’d heard about “Kegel exercises” before but never did them, not on my own or with Tommy, and, as soon as I did them, I realized what all the hype was about.
    “That… feels… so… fucking… good,” Joe panted, though he could barely get the words out before he pulled back, pulled himself out of me, and shot several streams of his hot nectar all over my stomach and chest.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, laughing as he recovered. “That doesn’t usually happen so quick… But, like I said, you felt so good. I just couldn’t control myself.”
    “No need to apologize,” I said, watching as cock bounce and deflate as he stood up and went to get a towel from his dresser. “You were absolutely amazing, and I’m glad I could make you cum so hard.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said them—but, rest assured, I meant them.
    I’m a woman just like any other woman, and I like the idea of hours upon hours of lovemaking, but there’s also something so incredibly hot about making a man lose control of himself so quickly—and, that “something” is what I felt right then and there as Joe toweled his mess off my belly and then leaned over to kiss me on the forehead. He cleaned himself up as well before sliding into bed beside me and gently directing me to turn over so that we could spoon.
    It felt wonderful to have him embrace me. His arms were strong and thick, and they made me feel safe and protected, as if he could ward off everything ugly and unwanted in the world. We didn’t talk much, but instead sighed, and each drifted off into slumber.
    As my eyes closed, the thoughts I had were of how very satisfied and sexy I felt, and I wondered what the next round would be like in the morning. He’d shown me heaven in our brief encounter, and I couldn’t wait to get another glimpse of it…
    But, alas, that never happened.

~ Chapter 11 ~
     
    Once I was back in my office with my sandwich, I got back to work straightaway and ate while I continued to read the materials Edgar had sent me. I’d finally moved past the background materials and was about to run the app and check out the code when my computer pinged. There was a new message from Gretchen in my inbox.
    Hope everything is going well , the email from my supervisor read. Sorry I haven’t been by to check on you, but it’s been a very busy day around here. That said, I’m going to get out of here a little early and wanted to know if you’d like to join me. I usually like to take new hires to lunch on their first day, but I wasn’t free this afternoon—so how about an early dinner or drinks at one of the places nearby? Let me know if you’re up for it, and, if so, I’ll stop by your office around 4. – Gigi
    I took a moment to consider Gretchen’s offer before replying, and laughed a little at her signature. When she’d introduced herself to me, it was as “Gretchen Gordon,” so the “Gigi” caught me off guard, though it wasn’t a surprise, as it was a logical abbreviation, or slur of her initials.
    I clicked “Reply” and started typing. Normally, I can clock about 120wpm, with ninety-eight percent accuracy, but I took a little more time with this email.
    Sounds good, Gigi :) – if I can call you that , I wrote. I could definitely use a drink, and some food, after my first day here, and am honored by the invitation. I’ll see you at 4! – Trish
    Within seconds, my computer pinged. See you then , Gretchen wrote back. It’s “Gretchen” when we’re talking business in front of others, but “Gigi” the rest of the time.
    For a brief moment, I envied Gretchen Gordon and her ability to be two people at the same time. Once I’d decided to be “Trish,” there was no turning back to “Patty,” so I was jealous not only that Ms. Gordon could go back on forth, but also that she felt comfortable enough doing so.
    The clock on my wall