What Took You So Long

By Jessica E. Larsen

Milky thought she was ready for anything, but is she ready for love?

Ready to take on the world, Milky Valdez moves to Madrid to carve out a life and a career for herself, away from the stifling help of her well-meaning, affluent parents. Still young and inexperienced with men, she is shocked when she meets Luke, her handsome, womanizing neighbor, who leads a hedonistic lifestyle as a music producer.

Despite their differences, the two strike up an unlikely friendship.

Milky's new world changes when she overhears a conversation that leads her to make a rash decision. Giving up her virginity to a friend seems like the easy option, but when she finds out what Luke has given up for her in return, she realizes just how big a risk she's taking.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica E. Larsen
• Release date: Mar 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9798201776732

Jessica E. Larsen

Jessica E. Larsen is a Filipina writer based in Spain. As of May 2021, she decided to only write Filipino stories and publish her English stories under Jessie Winterspring.More than anything though, she devours romance like an addict who needs drugs. This can be seen a lot in her writing.She loves spending time reading and falling in love with fictional characters. Enjoy watching Japanese anime while eating noodles with chopsticks and drool at the 80s and 90s music videos.She lives near the Mediterranean coast with her husband and mischievous but adorable son, where she gazed to the ocean and scheme how to torment annoying goody-two-shoes or straight-out murder bitchy exes.

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What Took You So Long?

Jessica E. Larsen

Copyright © 2014 Jessica E. Larsen

www.jessicaelarsen.com

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, including photocopying, recording etc. without permission from the author. Except for the brief quotations in a book review.

This book is a work of fiction, the characters, events and dialogues written in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

2016 revised edition.

Credits:

Editor/Proofreader: Sharon Stevenson

Cover Design: Yesika Forest

Photo by Andrey Kiselev © 123RF.com

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Epilogue

Acknowledgement

About the Author

Chapter One

I SAT ON THE EDGE OF a soft double bed late that Saturday evening, wearing nothing but a sheer blue babydoll dress and listening to a tone-deaf man singing over the gushing water of his shower.

Even though it embarrassed me every time I looked, I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes away from my own reflection in the full-length mirror on the other side of the bed. I felt like a porn star dressed in skimpy clothing waiting to get banged.

It’s fine, I told myself. I’m doing this in the name of love. I took a deep breath and pulled the hem of my dress down a little, exposing another half inch of my breasts, and then immediately readjusted it back. As the minutes dragged on, my nervousness increased. I brushed my sweaty fingers through my chin–length, midnight-black hair that contrasted with my pale complexion.

The shower stopped. About a minute after the water ceased, the bathroom door opened. A naked man with nothing but a towel around his waist entered the room. His damp bangs parted perfectly as he shook his head from side to side and he flashed a wicked grin, and then winked at me. I’m sure he’d used that gesture and successfully charmed a lot of other women, but I struggled not to laugh. Thanks to that my nervousness faded just a little.

What’s with the face?

My eyes widened. What face?

He pouted.

Luke, what face?

You’re not good at hiding your feelings you know, Luke mumbled and he walked over to his phone at the mini lounge of his large bedroom. His face returned back to normal as he tapped the screen and a romantic instrumental softly played through the sound system mounted up on the walls. Luke went to the light switch and turned off the overhead light. He then flicked the switch for the two red floor lamps a few feet away from the bed.

It would’ve been romantic if I was there because I loved him. Don’t get me wrong, I personally think that Luke’s a Spanish hunk and—I must add—sinfully charming. I have to admit, there have been a lot of times when he made me hold my breath, so I’m positive that a lot of women would have gladly switched positions with me. But if they were looking for a long term relationship, they’d be out of luck, because this man was a notorious playboy.

Luke Marino has been my friend and upstairs neighbor for two years and the only reason I was with him now like this was to lose my virginity. He was the only man I could think of who would take it without treating me like a desperate slut. At least, that’s what I tried to convince myself.

Luke sauntered sexily toward me. He held my chin between his thumb and index finger. He guided my eyes up to meet his starlight gray, droopy-hooded eyes, which sent sweet tingling shivers through my body whenever they looked at me lustfully, like tonight—even if we’d been through this six other times, and I remained just as virginal. You ready, Milky?

His voice snapped me out of my momentary trance. I nodded.

Luke smiled and planted one arm firmly at my side and put his lips to mine, slowly deepening the kiss until I was moaning against his mouth. Maybe there weren’t romantic feelings between us, but I must admit that I loved the taste of Luke’s lips. I liked the feel of his fingers gently traveling from my chin along my collarbone, gliding to my shoulder and sliding down the straps of the babydoll until my bare chest was fully exposed.

Glancing downward, Luke pulled away and licked his lips. Ready?

My face heated up. Argh, would you stop asking and just do it?

A mischievous grin appeared on his face. As you wish, he whispered, pushing me back on the bed and climbing over me. His lips gently touched my neck before descending across my upper body. I shuddered when one of his hands reached my back, while the other stroked my breast. I bit my lips, softly moaning but refusing the intense pleasure Luke was giving me, insisting in my mind that I was only doing this for my love of another man. It shouldn’t feel so good, but it was the hardest thing to deny, especially with Luke nibbling on my nipples as his right hand roamed my inner thigh, carefully passing over me as if hinting at what was to come.

After a while, I stopped fighting it and just tried to imagine that Luke was Dave, the man I said I really wanted. But I couldn’t even do that. Both my heart and mind rebelled against me, swayed by the sweet nothings Luke kept murmuring in my ears.

I opened my eyes when he stopped and instantly regretted it. Luke was sitting up with his knees on either side of my legs, and the first thing I saw was the growing bulge that strained to break free of the constraints of his towel. I clutched the bedspread, itching to reach up and remove the towel to fulfill my curiosity—this night was the furthest we’d ever come together.

Touch it, Luke said with playful smile on his face and suddenly without shame, he pulled the cloth aside and exposed himself to me.

My eyes widened both from having my curiosity fulfilled and fear of its size.

Kyaa! I screamed, pushing Luke off me before he could reach over and cover my mouth.

Luke sighed, his proud cock bowing down. Okay, what now? On our first try, you walked out because you had the wrong underwear. On the second, you couldn’t because we were in your apartment. The third time, my kisses tickled you, and the fourth you suddenly had stomach problems—while I was taking off your pants! You didn’t like me wearing perfume on our fifth try, so I showered on the sixth, but then you didn’t like the bright overhead light so I bought this red lamp just for you! I winced. Clearly, he wasn’t happy. He got out of the bed and moved to the closet, from which he produced a pair of boxers. When he turned back to me, his face was marred by a deep frown. So tell me, what is it now? Don’t tell me it’s because I got naked!

No! I immediately retorted. I swallowed hard and secretly glanced at his now hidden, but still bulging package. I was so close to telling him the truth, but embarrassment won me over. I ended up putting on a brave front. This is not going to work. I pulled up the straps of