Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
I move further in front of her, losing the battle to control myself. I note that my cock is officially no longer hidden or bashful. In fact, it is standing mere inches from her face. Her nostrils flare as she tries not to look in front of her. She is fidgeting in her seat, trying to quell the need building inside of her. Inwardly, I give thanks for the knowledge that I am not the only one affected. She begins to speak when I stop her with little more than a growl.
“I wouldn’t speak right now, Delta. If your mouth opens, even to sneeze, I am going to unbutton my pants and shove my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to cough it up.” I bend down knowing it is the wrong thing to do, but helpless to stop it. “You’re hired. I will have my men come to your place, help you pack, and move your things.” My eyes haven’t left her lips as I try to talk myself out of sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Her eyes widen as she takes in what I said
“I got the job?!” She exclaims with the smile spreading over her face. It is infectious and endearing. This girl has had a hard life. I can tell by the reserve of her happiness. It makes me even more determined to get her within my walls, where I can protect her. The problem is, I told her not to open her mouth. Too bad she didn’t listen. My neck begins to heat up as I prepare to do exactly what I warned her I would. The least you could do asshole is answer her question first.
“Yes. I need you to start immediately,” I spit out, pissed that I haven’t given her the gift yet. The light that had ignited in her eyes a moment ago goes out just as quickly and I would give anything to put it back.
“I-thank you, Mr. Phillips. But I cannot move into your house,” she says softly. Almost too soft or I would have missed it if I wasn’t already in her face. My ire rises as my mind conjures up the millions of reasons why she can’t move in. The one pissing me off the most is the idea that she is in a relationship.
Having a mind of its own, my hand wraps around her neck as I put my mouth centimeters from hers demanding an answer. I feel her pulse pickup as her eyes begin to widen. Her hand comes up to mine, no doubt trying to figure out how to remove it when my mouth touches hers and she melts into me. Not removing my hand from her neck, I bite her lower lip, causing her to gasp and giving me the opening, I need to move my tongue inside her mouth and attack hers. Like fucking cotton candy. She is so damn sweet. My mouth begins to ache from all the sugar she is omitting. It is silently thanking me for indulging in dessert. When she moans and it vibrates into the very core of who I am, I know I don’t care about a fucking boyfriend. She doesn’t belong to him. She was always meant to be MINE. WE just needed to find one another.
Her arms wrap around my neck as our mouths ravage one another. She bites my tongue, causing the growl trapped in my throat to finally surface. I find myself about to unbutton her shirt, when the buzzer on my office phone goes off. Shit!! How in the hell has this girl fucked with my head in such a short time? Pulling back from her, I nip her lip one more time before walking towards my desk. My hand is poised above the button to answer when I make the mistake of looking at her. Her lips are swollen from my attack and her hand is rubbing them in disbelief. She looks at me from under her hooded lids and I almost say fuck everything and demand she strip.
Bzzz.
God damn it!!!
“Yes, Clara.” I know my voice gives off the annoyance, but fuck if I can help it.
“Sorry to interrupt Sir. But the school called. Seems you missed the parent teacher conference you had an hour ago.” I hang my head knowing she is right. I promised Jasper I would be there to see his artwork and once again work got the better of me. Or should I say, someone I need to work on.
“Thank you, Clara. Apologize for me and reschedule for tomorrow. Thank you.” I take my hand off the phone and straighten out my tie, trying to return to a semblance of control.
“Please inform me of the reason you believe you cannot move into my home tonight. Do you fashion yourself in a relationship, Miss Chabert?” So help me if she says yes, I will not be responsible for my actions.