Russell tapped his fingers impatiently on the wooden table again. Over and over. His brown eyes were piercing into Monica's. Monica clenched her thighs uncomfortably. Never had a man had an impact like this on her. Not like Russell Westbrook.
Tap.
"So," Russell began, a smirk playing on his face. Monica felt her stomach do a triple flip. She couldn't help the lust she felt for this man. She clenched her legs even tighter under the table, as her lower insides churned, wanting to feel Russell now.
Tap.
"What do I do with a naughty girl like you?" His raspy voice echoed off the walls. Monica opened her mouth to speak, but out came nothing. She was stunned, for what Russell did to her, couldn't be explained in words. She snapped her mouth shut, as Russell stood up from his chair. He moved his way over to Monica's side of the table swiftly.
Monica kept her head forward, not facing Russell in fear his lust would have her panties dropping instantly. Russell stood right behind Monica, she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.
Monica smelt his Versace cologne fill her nostrils. Her breath caught in her throat, as Russell's tender lips met her neck.
Tap.
"Look at me, Monica," he growled in her ear. The young woman took a slow breath and turned to face the beautiful Russell Westbrook. Their eyes locked, his brown eyes, with a hint of honey, had her knees weak. His soft lips connected with hers, tenderly and full of passion. Russell pulled her bottom lip, turning her on.
Tap.
He moved his hand from the table, and eased it in between Monica's thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat, as Russell looked at her, mischievously.
"W-What about my b-boyfriend?" Monica stuttered, as Russell slid his hand into her panties, which were already soaked, thinking about what Russell could do to her.
"Guess he doesn't matter anymore," Russell said, sexily. Monica moaned and Russell slipped one finger into her tenderly. "Because, Monica James, you want me."
The power Russell had over her was undeniable. Monica James wanted Russell Westbrook. Monica was like a puppet to a man like Russell. And she knew what Russell wanted. But, maybe... just maybe, he wanted her too.
...Coming Fall 2015.
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The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}
Romance"I can't love you," Russell breathed into Monica's ear, as he supported his heavy body over hers. Both of them were panting heavily. "But, goddamn, I can't stay away from you." No matter how hard Monica tried, she couldn't stop thinking about Russe...
