Devoted - The Complete Series: A BWWM Romance Boxset Read Online Free Page B
Author: Sadie Black
took over Zervion from Matthew Blackwell, and it’s in good form to make an appearance at his wedding. However, 10% of my presence at this wedding is dedicated to a hope, small as it is, to see her again.
As the space around me fills with guests in haute-couture fashion, my mind wanders to a memory that’s given me a lot of mileage over the past couple of years, her lips. When I met Brianna at the art gallery fundraiser, two years back, I was captivated by her beauty immediately. I remember the first thing I noticed about her was her curves but the last thing, now the only thing, that stuck in my mind all this time was her full, shimmering lips. Since that night, I’ve slowly forgotten the details of her other features, but those lips? They’re etched in my brain like the scent of my first love. I’ve had countless fantasies about kissing and nibbling them. Not to mention the countless more that I’ve gotten off to about her lips glistening with my cock between them. I couldn’t even estimate how many nights I’ve closed my eyes and swapped whatever quick-fix-fuck I picked up for the night with Brianna’s perfect pout in my mind. The only thing I’ve thought about her lips doing more is framing her beautiful smile.
It isn’t until a hushed hum of approval spreads through the crowd, and the organ player’s familiar song fills the air that I realize I’ve dazed out the entire wedding party’s entrance down the aisle. All eyes are glued to Kendra at the back of the church, slowly two-stepping her way down the red carpet, but my head is stuck to the front. I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me like when my older brother and I used to rough-house as kids. It’s a conscious effort to breathe as my eyes are transfixed on the red lipstick, painted on Brianna’s mouth. My cock throbs as I watch her glide her pink tongue over her bottom lip.
It takes a minute, maybe two, but when I finally allow my eyes to travel over the rest of her face. I don’t know how I could’ve ever forgotten it. With her high cheekbones and smoldering eyes, she looks like a model. I have to admit, my eyes don’t stay locked on hers for too long. Not when they have miles of legs and sexy curves to travel over.
Is she wearing a ring? It’s impossible to see from here. A smile travels over my lips as I recall how she tried to blow me off the first time I met her. I was flying high on cloud nine since my takeover of Zervion Communications was being made public. The highest point of my career had been achieved by my thirty-second birthday. I felt like Superman, especially when my brother threw his arm around my shoulder, telling me how he always knew I’d be the big shot of the family. I’d spent my entire life looking up to my big brother, so his words lifted me even higher.
When I spotted Brianna across the distinct circular lobby of the Guggenheim, my confidence floated me to her side, where I was quickly and effortlessly shut-down. I’ve never been a lady-killer, but then again, getting a number or a date has never taken much work either. I was immediately drawn in by Brianna’s stunning beauty and killer body, but her nonchalant indifference to my attempts to catch her eye is what seared her in my mind. Two years on, I’ve been indulged by easy women and gold-diggers who wouldn’t dream of disagreeing with me even if I declared myself to be King of Manhattan, let alone shut me down. I miss having real conversations and dates, spending time really getting to know a woman for who she is and not who she thinks I want.
My eyes water as I finally blink after staring at Brianna so long. I swear that when my eyelids close, her image is burned inside them. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her slip away so easily this time. I haven’t felt this alive and uplifted in over a year, let alone while sitting perfectly still at a long ceremony. I’ve missed feeling my heart beat like this, the sensation
As the space around me fills with guests in haute-couture fashion, my mind wanders to a memory that’s given me a lot of mileage over the past couple of years, her lips. When I met Brianna at the art gallery fundraiser, two years back, I was captivated by her beauty immediately. I remember the first thing I noticed about her was her curves but the last thing, now the only thing, that stuck in my mind all this time was her full, shimmering lips. Since that night, I’ve slowly forgotten the details of her other features, but those lips? They’re etched in my brain like the scent of my first love. I’ve had countless fantasies about kissing and nibbling them. Not to mention the countless more that I’ve gotten off to about her lips glistening with my cock between them. I couldn’t even estimate how many nights I’ve closed my eyes and swapped whatever quick-fix-fuck I picked up for the night with Brianna’s perfect pout in my mind. The only thing I’ve thought about her lips doing more is framing her beautiful smile.
It isn’t until a hushed hum of approval spreads through the crowd, and the organ player’s familiar song fills the air that I realize I’ve dazed out the entire wedding party’s entrance down the aisle. All eyes are glued to Kendra at the back of the church, slowly two-stepping her way down the red carpet, but my head is stuck to the front. I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me like when my older brother and I used to rough-house as kids. It’s a conscious effort to breathe as my eyes are transfixed on the red lipstick, painted on Brianna’s mouth. My cock throbs as I watch her glide her pink tongue over her bottom lip.
It takes a minute, maybe two, but when I finally allow my eyes to travel over the rest of her face. I don’t know how I could’ve ever forgotten it. With her high cheekbones and smoldering eyes, she looks like a model. I have to admit, my eyes don’t stay locked on hers for too long. Not when they have miles of legs and sexy curves to travel over.
Is she wearing a ring? It’s impossible to see from here. A smile travels over my lips as I recall how she tried to blow me off the first time I met her. I was flying high on cloud nine since my takeover of Zervion Communications was being made public. The highest point of my career had been achieved by my thirty-second birthday. I felt like Superman, especially when my brother threw his arm around my shoulder, telling me how he always knew I’d be the big shot of the family. I’d spent my entire life looking up to my big brother, so his words lifted me even higher.
When I spotted Brianna across the distinct circular lobby of the Guggenheim, my confidence floated me to her side, where I was quickly and effortlessly shut-down. I’ve never been a lady-killer, but then again, getting a number or a date has never taken much work either. I was immediately drawn in by Brianna’s stunning beauty and killer body, but her nonchalant indifference to my attempts to catch her eye is what seared her in my mind. Two years on, I’ve been indulged by easy women and gold-diggers who wouldn’t dream of disagreeing with me even if I declared myself to be King of Manhattan, let alone shut me down. I miss having real conversations and dates, spending time really getting to know a woman for who she is and not who she thinks I want.
My eyes water as I finally blink after staring at Brianna so long. I swear that when my eyelids close, her image is burned inside them. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her slip away so easily this time. I haven’t felt this alive and uplifted in over a year, let alone while sitting perfectly still at a long ceremony. I’ve missed feeling my heart beat like this, the sensation
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