Twice Her Age by Abby Wood Read Free Book Online

plate to the sink, washed her hands, and stood in front of Mick. Sliding her arms around his waist, she cuddled up in his arms.

    “Don’t be mad.” She rubbed her breasts against him and grinned. “I’ll make it up to you.”

    He sighed. “I know you will.” She pinched the side where he was ticklish, and he squirmed. “I like your kind of torture.”

    “I want to hear about the deal with your apartment. Is this you finally realizing that I want you around forever?” He cupped her face and studied her. “I’m falling in love with you, baby. You have to realize that by now.”

    Her lips curved into a smile. “I feel the same way, Mick. It’s crazy to think I had this idea growing up that I wanted what my parents had—commitment, stability, a tangible love that everyone saw.” She licked her lips. “I knew I wanted those exact things.”

    “Have you found them?” He rubbed her back.

    She nodded. “No one understands why I’ve always found myself attracted to older men. I didn’t want guys my own age who drank too much and stayed out all night with their friends.” She rolled her eyes. “I wanted someone who could treat me like I deserve to be treated. How you do.”

    “Let’s go lie down, baby. I have an urge to put you up on a pedestal tonight.” He let her go, picked up her hand, and led her to the stairs. “Have you remembered what we planned to do?”

    A thrill traveled from her lower stomach to her pussy. “Yes.”

    Mick let go of her and moved right into removing his clothes. She slipped out of the robe and tossed it toward the closet. She loved how he always undressed slowly, folded his clothes, and set them on the dresser. Meticulously neat, he never ragged her about her sloppy housekeeping.

    “Grab that wooden stool, baby.” He stepped out of his slacks. “Go ahead and set it over there in front of the mirror.”

    Debbie carried the backless stool over and sat on it. She set her feet on the bottom rung, put her hands between her legs, and leaned forward. Mick undressed and moved about the room with grace and dignity.

    His whole charisma shone through, and she couldn’t help the fascination that came over her as she studied his debonair ways. “This is what I mean.”

    Mick strolled over to her. “What are you talking about?”

    “All the people who judge me for my attraction to you.” She placed her feet on the floor and stood up in front of him. “Everything about you turns me on. You’re stable, secure, confident—gorgeous.” She ran her hand down his cheek. “I feel your love.”

    “Deb—”

    “No. Let me explain. I’m not in this relationship needing love.” She trailed her finger over his lips. “I have everything I want. Yet you enrich my life more than I ever dreamed, being with me, loving me.”

    “Thank you.” He brought her mouth to his and kissed her.

    She shut her eyes, and she melted under the tenderness of his lips. Mick trailed kisses down her chin, along her jaw, and enveloped her in his arms. She swallowed past the lump of emotions welling up inside.

    “I love you, baby. Don’t ever doubt that.” He stroked the back of her head and pressed her against his chest. He chuckled. “We’re quite a pair. Both of us wanting someone unique for different reasons and lucky enough to find each other in this lifetime. I say we deserve everything we’ve found.”

    Basking in the glow of sharing their feelings, of connecting with someone on almost a spiritual level, and reluctant to break the physical bond between them, Debbie remained in his arms. Mick’s hands roamed her back. She hid her smile. Despite the sentimental moment, Mick’s cock hardened against her lower stomach.

Chapter Seven

     

    Debbie slid her hand in between her and Mick’s bodies. Wrapping her fingers around the base of Mick’s cock, she stroked the length of him. Excited all over again for what they’d planned tonight.

    “Stand on the top of the step stool,