The Love Letters: A Novella Read Free

think I engage in physical activity with knockers like this?” I smile seductively as his head snaps back in laughter.
    He licks his lips and runs his hand through his hair. “Damn. Well I’m sure I would enjoy you bouncing around on a tennis court.”
    C’mon, I know all the sleight of hand tricks, I’ve mastered them. Now it’s my move. I lean forward and place my hand on the inside of his thigh, right above his knee.
    “I’m Natalie. We should fuck. And then maybe go to the library.”
    Now, before I’m deemed the supreme whore with no business being so incredibly forward, this shit works. Get it all out in the open. No confusing expectations and no prolonged banter only to find out they’re gay or married. Take the power and make him earn it! Besides, I love the way a man tries to mentally process information while his dick instantly commits to whatever I want.
    “Holy shit, I thought women like you were an urban legend. I’m Zach, and before we make plans to go the library, let’s discuss the sex.” He squeezes my legs between his thighs, not the least bit thrown by my forward behavior. Zach leans forward and places his large hands on his knees, teasing the edge of my skirt with his thumbs. “Tell me, Natalie, why were you in Greenwich?”
    My mouth suddenly dry, I subtly clear my throat and attempt a smile. “Unfortunately, I live there. I’m on my way to an interview for the French Foundation . . . hence the light reading en français.”
    “Sexy and smart. What do you do exactly, besides seduce rich men on trains?” Zach’s thumb makes its way under my skirt, sending a warming sensation into hyper-drive. From the size of his hands and the dexterity of his thumbs, I can only assume he’s thick and powerful below the belt. And did he just say rich?
    “I’m a full-time seductress and a part-time PR expert. I specialize in making people look good.” I smile as his hand rests entirely under my skirt. “And you, heading into the City for a matinee?”
    Zach’s head shakes with amusement. “You’re incredible, Natalie. Can I take you to dinner after your interview?”
    “What about the library? I was looking forward to some bibliosex.” I pout jokingly.
    Zach’s masculine frame rises and hovers above me momentarily before squeezing next to me on the narrow two-seater. He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to his face. His cologne is sexy, and the small group of freckles spotting his nose are even sexier. I’m a sucker for a man-boy.
    “Natalie, I plan to fuck you. I’ve already imagined you in multiple positions, mostly on your knees sucking my cock, taking it deeper and deeper until it burns your throat . . . but also on top of me grinding your incredible body into physical exhaustion.” Zach leans in closer so that his lips brush against my flushed cheek. “Do you believe me? Is that what you want?”
    “Uh huh.” That’s the best I can do. Damn it, he’s using my ploy.
    “Tickets.” An attendant appears with a hole puncher and a tiny frown.
    Zach takes the paper ticket hiding in my book and hands it to the guy along with his laminated ticket. What the fuck? Only one type of person has a laminated monthly train pass. A commuter.
    As soon as the attendant moves to the other car, I snap my head in Zach’s direction. “Why were you in Greenwich?” I pretty much live by the motto of taking a bull by his balls and living life by the moment, but I can’t stand a liar. If this guy is married, then I’m going—
    “My mom has cancer and I take her to her treatments every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. My father hates those offices, watching them poke and prod her with needles.”
    Oh, well now I feel like shit.
    “I’m sorry. That must be difficult for you. I can’t imagine what my life would be like caring for someone other than myself; I’m kinda selfish that way.” Zach angles his back to rest against the window and studies my face.
    “I seriously doubt