Breaking Stone: Bad Boy Romance Novel by Alexa Wilder, Raleigh Blake
Authors: Alexa Wilder, Raleigh Blake
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how I wish and if only . Every month, she posted a photo of her vision board.
Vision board? Just when I thought I knew everything, my straight-laced little assistant comes along and teaches me something.
I imagined my own vision board. I could create one and give it to the Posse. They’d be clubbing each other to be the one to help manifest my dreams.
I returned to Project Poppins. Here was someone who’d never let herself live. Everything posted was a wish, but no posts of achievements. There was a longing there, but for some reason, she’d never been able to set it free.
She thinks she wants an adventure but won’t let herself have one.
On popped the bright white light bulb of inspiration.
I’d teach Katrina how to have adventures. I’d call it research, even if Sarah called me out on it. She’d say it was more like a distraction because I didn’t know what to write. But Sarah would also remember that every crazy idea that came out of my mind had made her twenty percent very fat indeed.
I grabbed a pen and paper and spent the next hour enlarging the vision boards and making notes, reading her posts, and finding all the stuff she yearned for. Apparently, there are eighty-five different kisses every girl should experience. Eighty-five! What the fuck? I started counting and had moved from her mouth by the time I got past twenty. I thought I was good, but I’d have to up my game.
I curated a list of experiences for Katrina, and even though the kissing thing might require its own list, I was determined to make her a participant rather than a spectator in this small life of hers.
No, it wouldn’t be better than sex, but it would be a change from the self-experimentation I was drawn to. An interesting vicarious experience.
When I was done, I turned the notes into a brief list and tucked it into my wallet.
My blank outline called to me. I was enthused again.
Kitty is a mousy woman... I make myself laugh. Conservative, cautious, hides in the shadows. A virgin.
Huh.
I wondered if Poppins was a virgin. No way. She looked to be in her early twenties. No one made it that far through life while still carrying their cherry in its pretty box.
I worked with renewed focus until five a.m. then headed to bed for a few hours’ sleep before my Nanny turned up to organize my day.
Waking, as usual, found me hard and frustrated. These days, the public perception of Stone Logan didn’t exactly match the personal reality. I lay there, lazily stroking myself. I considered waiting like this until Poppins turned up. Fuck, I couldn’t stop grinning at that idea. Poppins’s first Stone-curated experience. It wasn’t on the list, but the list was a dynamic thing that would evolve and change.
She would enter the house, calling out an efficient greeting. I’d call her through and show her an enthusiastic greeting. I could picture the blush on her cheeks if she caught me like this. Had she ever watched a guy jerk off? Judging by the demure downward cast of her eyes any time she caught sight of my skin, I somehow doubted it.
I hauled my ass out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. Poppins would be a lights-off lover. Of that I was certain. I soaped up and considered adding illuminated sex to her list.
When I entered the kitchen, I could see Katrina through the window, sitting on the doorstep, totally focused on whatever it was she had loaded onto her Kindle. I tapped on the glass and waved her inside.
“Poppins, I said you should come right in. I gave you a key, didn’t I?” She was wearing jeans and a bulky sweater that reached her thighs. Hiding again. I aimed to change that.
“I didn’t want to ...you know...in case you were...”
She’d kill me with her pink cheeks. Yesterday, she finished up confident, but this morning, she was back to her hesitant, blushing self.
“In case I was what?” I teased.
She cleared her throat and pushed her glasses up her nose. I recognized it now as her move to tap into
Vision board? Just when I thought I knew everything, my straight-laced little assistant comes along and teaches me something.
I imagined my own vision board. I could create one and give it to the Posse. They’d be clubbing each other to be the one to help manifest my dreams.
I returned to Project Poppins. Here was someone who’d never let herself live. Everything posted was a wish, but no posts of achievements. There was a longing there, but for some reason, she’d never been able to set it free.
She thinks she wants an adventure but won’t let herself have one.
On popped the bright white light bulb of inspiration.
I’d teach Katrina how to have adventures. I’d call it research, even if Sarah called me out on it. She’d say it was more like a distraction because I didn’t know what to write. But Sarah would also remember that every crazy idea that came out of my mind had made her twenty percent very fat indeed.
I grabbed a pen and paper and spent the next hour enlarging the vision boards and making notes, reading her posts, and finding all the stuff she yearned for. Apparently, there are eighty-five different kisses every girl should experience. Eighty-five! What the fuck? I started counting and had moved from her mouth by the time I got past twenty. I thought I was good, but I’d have to up my game.
I curated a list of experiences for Katrina, and even though the kissing thing might require its own list, I was determined to make her a participant rather than a spectator in this small life of hers.
No, it wouldn’t be better than sex, but it would be a change from the self-experimentation I was drawn to. An interesting vicarious experience.
When I was done, I turned the notes into a brief list and tucked it into my wallet.
My blank outline called to me. I was enthused again.
Kitty is a mousy woman... I make myself laugh. Conservative, cautious, hides in the shadows. A virgin.
Huh.
I wondered if Poppins was a virgin. No way. She looked to be in her early twenties. No one made it that far through life while still carrying their cherry in its pretty box.
I worked with renewed focus until five a.m. then headed to bed for a few hours’ sleep before my Nanny turned up to organize my day.
Waking, as usual, found me hard and frustrated. These days, the public perception of Stone Logan didn’t exactly match the personal reality. I lay there, lazily stroking myself. I considered waiting like this until Poppins turned up. Fuck, I couldn’t stop grinning at that idea. Poppins’s first Stone-curated experience. It wasn’t on the list, but the list was a dynamic thing that would evolve and change.
She would enter the house, calling out an efficient greeting. I’d call her through and show her an enthusiastic greeting. I could picture the blush on her cheeks if she caught me like this. Had she ever watched a guy jerk off? Judging by the demure downward cast of her eyes any time she caught sight of my skin, I somehow doubted it.
I hauled my ass out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. Poppins would be a lights-off lover. Of that I was certain. I soaped up and considered adding illuminated sex to her list.
When I entered the kitchen, I could see Katrina through the window, sitting on the doorstep, totally focused on whatever it was she had loaded onto her Kindle. I tapped on the glass and waved her inside.
“Poppins, I said you should come right in. I gave you a key, didn’t I?” She was wearing jeans and a bulky sweater that reached her thighs. Hiding again. I aimed to change that.
“I didn’t want to ...you know...in case you were...”
She’d kill me with her pink cheeks. Yesterday, she finished up confident, but this morning, she was back to her hesitant, blushing self.
“In case I was what?” I teased.
She cleared her throat and pushed her glasses up her nose. I recognized it now as her move to tap into
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