Slow and Easy: Sensual Erotica Boxed Set by Lolita Lopez

dreams in ages but
having Daphne just a few doors down had driven him to the point of
insanity. He'd done an alarming amount of laundry over the last few
days. No matter how hard he tried not to think of Daphne, his cock
seemed to override his wishes.
    In his dreams, he could have her any way he
wanted. Over him, under him, bent over the kitchen table—his dream
self had fucked Daphne six ways to Sunday. Even now he ached for
her. Desperate for relief, he stroked the rigid length of his soapy
cock. He fisted the head and fondled his sac. If he closed his eyes
and concentrated, Cord could practically taste her. He yearned to
bury his face in her sweet pussy. He could hear her shrieking his
name as she came against his lips. He wanted to lap at her cunt, to
swallow every last drop of honey leaking from her core. And then
he'd shove his fat cock inside that tight pussy. He'd give her the
ride of a lifetime, pound her right into the mattress until she
begged for mercy.
    With a strangled groan, Cord came all over
his hand. He leaned against the tile and caught his breath. Shame
filtered through him. It wasn't right to fantasize about her like
that. She wasn't some pinup intended to fuel his dirty thoughts.
She was a brilliant, beautiful young woman who deserved to be
treated with respect.
    Growling and frustrated, Cord switched off
the water and reached for a towel. He stared angrily at his
treacherous cock and warned it to behave. He'd taken the edge off
with that jerkoff session. Hopefully it would be enough to tide him
over through dinner and the rest of the evening without Kate and
Derek as a buffer. He didn't know how he'd make it through Saturday
or Sunday though. He'd have to just get through it, he
supposed.
    But Daphne was just so goddamn gorgeous and
alluring he accepted it was probably futile.
    It killed him to be rude to her but avoiding
her and acting as if he couldn't stand her was the only way to
maintain his sanity. He couldn't have Daphne, not in this lifetime.
She was the kind of girl meant for a specific kind of man, namely a
CEO with piles of cash and a bloodline to rival his best bull, but
definitely not some rough and tumble rancher with a bachelor's
degree from a state university. He couldn't compare to the men who
moved in her privileged circles. To entertain any hopes outside the
realm of reality was simply masochistic.
    He'd steel his jaw and get through the
weekend. If being near her proved too tempting, he'd drive into
town and visit one of his standbys. There were a handful of women
willing to let him spend the night. Or he could always stop by the
Rocking R for a drink. Meeting a woman there wouldn't be difficult.
Maybe that was exactly what he needed: a wild night with a nameless
woman to clear his head. Daphne wasn't the only sexy woman in
existence. He'd done just fine without her all these years.
    This was all just a passing infatuation.
Wasn't it?
     
    * * * * *
     
    Daphne held her breath as Cord took the
first tentative bite of the pasta dish she'd prepared. She hadn't
been joking about her cooking skills. She'd grown up in fully
staffed households and boarding schools. Learning to whip up a home
cooked meal hadn't even crossed her mind until her first semester
at Caltech. Thankfully Kate had taken Daphne under her wing and
taught her some of the more important skills she'd failed to
develop over the years. Things like cooking, cleaning, ironing.
Basic skills she really needed but had never been taught. They'd
actually become friends over their shared microwave and contraband
hot plate.
    “ It's good,” Cord declared,
his voice carrying a hint of surprise.
    Daphne smiled, her tummy trembling happily
at his compliment. “Thanks.”
    They sat on opposite ends of the dining
table. Despite the distance, Daphne could smell the brisk cedar
scent that always seemed to cling to him. She yearned to bury her
nose against his neck and inhale the smell deep into her lungs.
Would it send her over the