The Private Club 3 by J. S. Cooper, Helen Cooper Read Free Book Online Page B

but inside I was shivering with excitement. I looked down at my body in consideration for a moment and then took off my bra. Greyson’s eyes dilated as he stared at my naked breasts, and his fingers reached over to cup them gently. He took a step towards me and I moaned as I felt his hardness brush against my legs.
    “I would say , ‘You have beautiful eyes.’” He looked down at me as his fingers gently rubbed my nipples. “I would say that I had a bottle of wine, but no bread and cheese. I’d give you a sweet smile.” He looked at me. “Much like this. And I’d ask if you’d like to go on a picnic.”
    “A picnic?” I asked and then gasped as his fingers pinched my nipples.
    “Of course . A cutesy picnic in Central Park.”
    “I can’t see you on a picnic in Central Park ,” I laughed, and he smiled back at me.
    “Well, this is if I had had a different life. If I’d had a different life, I’d love picnics in Central Park.”
    “I see.” I hoped he would continue with his story.
    “So then I’d wait for your answer. I’d hope your answer would be yes. Then maybe I’d buy some chocolate-covered strawberries as well, but I’d hide them until later on the date.” His eyes glittered at me. “I wouldn’t want you thinking I had any ideas.”
    I laughed. “But of course you’d have ideas.”
    “Well, of course I would. That much of me wouldn’t be different.” He chuckled , and as I stared at him, I realized how young he looked in that moment. How carefree. My heart stilled as I realized that this was the Greyson I wish existed.
    “And then what?” I prodded him, needing him to continue.
    “And then…” He pulled me closer towards him. “And then we’d go to the park. I think I’d take you to Midtown and we’d go in around West 50th.”
    “There’s an entrance there?”
    “There’s an entrance near there, I’m sure.” He shrugged. “And we’d sit on the green grass and laugh. I’d tell you some jokes and show you some magic tricks.”
    “How old are we in this dream?” I raised an eyebrow at him , and he smacked my bottom. “Ow.”
    “Listen.” He pulled me closer to him. “Then we’d lie back and stare at the sky and the birds.
    “Hopefully it’s not a grey day,” I mumbled, and he smacked my butt again. I yelped at the touch of his hand against me, but he only smiled.
    “At some point, you’d realize that I was utterly attractive and desirable and you’d reach over and kiss me.”
    “Actually, I think I’d be waiting on you to kiss me.”
    “Well, I think you wouldn’t be able to resist me and you’d reach over and kiss me lightly.” He leaned down. “And then you’d kiss me like this.” His lips touched mine and he pressed them down lightly and gave me a sweet kiss before pulling back. “And I’d be sitting there thinking, ‘Wow. What happened?’”
    “Uh huh ,” I whispered breathlessly.
    “And I’d be hoping you’d do it again.”
    “Yes.” I looked up at him, wanting to feel the softness of his lips on mine again.
    “Yes, you would?” He stared into my eyes , searching for an answer, and I nodded.
    “Yes, I would do it again. All over again.”
    His lips crushed down on mine again, but this time they moved with deliberate speed, as if they were on a mission. His tongue entered my mouth, and I reached up and grasped the ends of his hair. His chest hair teased my breasts and his fingers massaged my back as we kissed. I felt his cock pressed up against my stomach and I pushed myself against him harder. Our bodies were both slightly cold, so I pushed into him harder so that we could build up our body heat.
    His fingers fell to my ass , and he pulled me closer to him while he squeezed my butt. I moaned as his lips left mine and he kissed down my neck to my breasts. His tongue gently licked my nipples before his lips clamped down and sucked on them. I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of his mouth consuming me. His fingers started playing