Drawn Together by Wendi Zwaduk
Ellora’s Cave
Novella
M/F, Spanking, Light BDSm
Graig Case wants to teach history and coach baseball. Plain
and simple. But nothing in his life has been simple. He’s also got a secret. He
loves to watch the sexy woman across the courtyard dance. He’d love for his
fantasy girl to be his best friend, but fantasy and reality don’t always mix.
Tessa Martin has given up on love. She’s played second
fiddle most of her life. Guys like hanging out with her. But being one of the
guys doesn’t keep her warm at night. Still, she indulges in her one
treat—dancing naked at night for Graig. No emotions involved means no one gets
hurt.
Except when they end up working in the same school, in the
same hallway. Then all bets are off.
Inside Scoop: This lucky hero gets to take control when
his new girl encourages him to spank her.
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He loved the poster
on her wall. Such an odd item for the bedroom wall of an adult woman, but then
again, he liked it, so maybe he was just as odd. Didn’t really matter. Once the
woman caught him watching her, well, the game would be over.
Graig settled back
into the easy chair he’d moved into his bedroom. He checked his watch once
more. Eleven o’clock . Just
about time for her to come into her bedroom.
He shouldn’t watch
her. Shouldn’t be turned on by the sway of her hips as she shimmied out of her
jeans. But damn. She moved like she knew he was there.
The light flicked
on, bathing the room across the courtyard in warmth. Thank God they both lived
on the top floor with balconies blocking the view to the apartments below. Any
lower and everyone else would be able to see her. Blood pounded in his veins
and heat flooded his body. Any moment now. The woman stepped into frame. She
unwound the elastic from her hair and tossed her dark tresses over her
shoulder. The scent of strawberry floated to him. Her perfume? The scent of her
shampoo? Probably his mind playing tricks on him, but he didn’t care. He licked
his lips. Just to grab hold of the silky locks and bury his face in them.
She looked so damn
familiar, but he’d never ventured across the courtyard to get a better look.
She reminded him of the minx from the school. Tessa didn’t strike him as the
type to dance in front of an open window. She came across so stiff and proper,
not at all like the vibrant babe he loved to watch. Maybe if she peeled back
the layers surrounding her and lived a little. Maybe. God, he wanted her to be
Tessa. The resemblance was uncanny.
The woman turned
her back to him and rolled her shoulders. Graig rubbed his flattened palm
across his torso. His nipples beaded. From his touch or the vision of her? Both
worked for him. She rested her hands on her hips, drawing his attention to her
ass. A nice, plush bottom, perfect for slapping during sex and sinful when she
danced.
He prayed she’d
turn on her stereo. Not for the music, although sometimes he caught faint
snippets of her selections. He wanted the music to accompany her dance. God,
he’d come in his hand just from watching her move to whatever sensual beat she
blasted from her stereo.
She snapped her
fingers and left the frame of the window. Graig shot forward in his seat. Oh
hell no, this wasn’t allowed to be over so soon. His heart raced. “I am too
attached to this mystery woman, but damn,” he mumbled and closed his eyes. “I’m
not done.”
Graig gripped the
arms of the chair, ready to vacate his bedroom. Without her on display, going
to bed wasn’t in the cards. He opened his eyes and watched the window.
Tingles shot from
his toes to his brain to his cock. She was naked.
“Whoa,” he
whispered. Full breasts bounced with her every step. Pink tinged nipples
pointed to him. A thin thatch of curls protected her pussy. His lips parted and
he gasped for air. For the first time since he’d started watching her, she
stared in his direction. Could she see him? She cupped her breasts, giving her
nipples a squeeze. Had to be Tessa or her damned twin. Did she have a twin? Not
that he knew of. He couldn’t help wanting the fantasy girl to be the woman he
craved—to be Tessa.
“Come on, Tessa. Show me everything.”
@Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2014
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