Love Is Senseless, Book One Chey

By Cheyenne

Chey....
Is it too hard to ask to be satisfied? That is all I want, to be fulfilled. Tired of playing games, and honestly, I really wonder if I am the only one who just wants to be seen, heard, and felt. You feel me?

Taylor...
Why her? Good question and I don't have the answer. I can't explain or understand my desire, no need for her. I want Chey. She is everything, but how do I get her to see that all I want is to consume her? All of her. She is Mine, and soon she will know that in every way possible.

This is the LOVE IS Series... 3 women in their mid to late 40s who have struck out on love...and the younger men pursuing them which opens the door to exploration and love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: After Hours Publications
• Release date: May 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227476128

Book preview

Chapter 1

Taylor

W hat the fuck? I said in my throat, as I closed my eyes and swayed my head to the side with my lips pursed tight together and teeth gritted tight.

Taylor, you ok? James, my supervisor, asks. 

Yeah... I apologize, Um, excuse me for a moment. I say as I quickly jerk open the glass door of the conference room.  A room full of colleagues, no less! I just don’t get it.  I don’t even know why I’m reacting this way.  It’s just that I’m very, and I mean very, angry at myself for even feeling as confused as I am right now.

Yeah, here I am, only 28. I consider myself to be fairly decent; at least from the stares I get and the many drops in my dm constantly from Instagram to Facebook.  I don't have any problems getting all the pussy I want, that’s for sure. Do I have a type?  Hell, it never occurred to me to even notice. My skin doesn’t tan that much, but I’m not pale. My beard is nicely trimmed as the slightly auburn color shines through, just like my mustache.  My hair is always cut and faded close to accent the man bun that I tend to sport much of the time. I take pride in my body. Nicely trimmed six-pack on a slow day, but if I want to impress, an eight-pack shines through. Am I a bit of a show-off? Not really, but I can bench press a good 325 easily. 

I swing open the door to the men’s restroom: I look around to make sure no one is in there, Fuck! Get it together. I say to myself, as I point to myself in the mirror and splash cold water on my face. For some reason, this woman is throwing me off my game. It was a typical morning meeting, and we were meeting with the departments to discuss monthly stats and reports for the upcoming quarter. The company I work for does media marketing for many small businesses that have taken off within the last ten years that have really impacted communities locally and worldwide.

Today was just supposed to be normal, however, it was anything but that. Today, she was in this meeting. Yeah, she works in the finance department. We don’t see them too much; however, you can’t miss her. Chey Winters is her name. I don’t get it. When I first started almost two years ago and was getting acclimated to the departments, it hit me. As James, my supervisor, opened the door to introduce the new employees, there she was. At her desk, looking at her monitor intently. Not noticing anyone else, with her reading glasses halfway down the bridge of her nose, with her chin resting on her left palm. She lifted the coffee cup to her lips; I was stuck. Her deep, smooth, dark chocolate skin caught me off guard. I had never, ever seen anything so rich and captivating in my life. Her eyes were big and brown with a little slant to them. NO makeup, just a slight gloss of the lips that had a shimmer of pink. Her hair was cut tapered to her, with a spunk of length that accented her oval face perfectly.

When we got to her desk, as she looked up at all of us, she removed her glasses, and just as she spoke, her perfectly straight white teeth peeked through her perfectly luscious lips, and those dimples took my breath away. As she shook my hand, the softness of her hands in mine, I grazed her wrist to release our greeting. It almost seemed to electrocute me, but what took me out was her scent. I can’t describe the softness of it, but it hit my senses in a way that had me salivating. I swayed my tongue across my lips to savor the flavor that was going through my mind of her essence. Whatever mix of innocence and grown woman sexy can be bottled up, she was that! This woman stood only 5ft’4in compared to my 6ft’4 frame. I could have swallowed her up in size alone as I towered her. 

She must have felt it too. Just as quickly as I had her, those beautiful brown eyes locked on me, and she took her hand away. The dip in her brow and slight lift of her lips, in a smirk that seemed to hide a mischievous thought, gave her away. I had to play it off and give my attention back to our group to keep from grabbing her to me and taking those lips right then and there.

What the hell?  I shout to my brain. 

That was two years ago. We only meet with all the departments once a month, and today, was that day. Every meeting is always the same. I don’t get it. As many times as we pass and I see her, it’s always the same. I swear this woman must know what effect she has on the men here. She is older, yes, but she doesn’t look it, I swear. She is a curvy and confident woman. Her walk, my goodness, just makes you shake your head to rid the thoughts of licking her chocolate indulgence. I wonder if she notices it. However, today, when she passed by me, it was too much. The scent of her, as she brushed by me to take her seat, was too much. She filled the room, and my cock responded so quickly that it almost hurt in the pit of my stomach. Every time I see her, even at a distance, my mind and my body have memories of her softness. I can only imagine how she would feel with me stroking inside of her. I wonder how her eyes would widen as I enter into her slick folds and penetrate her until she is full. Just to put my nose in the bend of her neck and lay there as my lips brush her.... 

Snap out of it! I quickly get myself together and enter back into the meeting.

I feel like a creep stealing glimpses at her as she sits off to my left in one of the chairs to accommodate the large group. At one point, she glances up from her tablet, and at that moment, her dimple flashes, and she gives me a glint of a smile as she shyly glances at me before turning her attention back to meeting the host. Her name is called, and as