Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Yep.”
She grinned, kissing me before she slid of the desk. She turned and reached over the desk for her shirt, and suddenly, I was lost.
…Suddenly, her tight, sweet little ass was bent over right in front of me. I groaned, my cock throbbing as my eyes locked on that sweet little peach of an ass, with her sticky, glistening, freshly-fucked pussy nestled right there between her thighs.
Yeah, we had to get out of there right the fuck then. I’d pushed it, fucking Everly across my desk with the damn office outside. If we stayed here, I couldn’t be sure things wouldn’t go past keeping it quiet. And besides that, when I took her again, I wanted soft sheets at her back, and pillows all around her. I’d fucked her hard and rough like she wanted me to, and how I damn well wanted to fuck her too.
But the next time? The next time, I’d make her feel like the fucking princess she was.
I ran my finger up over her slick, sticky pussy, making her gasp as she turned, her eyes wide as she grinned at me.
“We need to go, now,” I growled.
“Right now?” she whispered looking a little crestfallen. “I was hoping—”
“If we do this again in here, I can’t promise the whole fucking office won’t hear you by the time I’m done with you.”
She blushed bright red, but she still had that crestfallen look on her face. And slowly, I got it.
“Everly,” I groaned, pulling her close and kissing her. “You think once we walk out this door that this is over? You think all I wanted was you across my desk?”
“I— I don’t know,” she said quietly. “If it is then it’s fin—”
“No,” I snarled. “No, it wouldn’t be fine. And that’s not what this is,” I said fiercely, holding her tight.
“I’ll never be done with you, princess,” I groaned. “Not ever. So put your shirt on, tuck your hair back, and let’s get out of here. Because if I don’t feel that sweet, tight pussy slide around my cock soon, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
7
Everly
My head spun as what’d just happened slowly sank into me.
I’m not a virgin anymore.
My whole body felt like it was burning in the most amazing way, every single inch of me buzzing and vibrating. I kept my head down as we breezed out of his office, leaving the mess of papers across his floor, at Channing’s insistence. He held a hand up, simply shaking his head as secretary tried to give him his notes and missed calls, his other hand firmly holding my arm.
“Everly isn’t feeling well, Trish,” he growled. “Tell Ken I’ll be back later.”
We barely made it to the elevator before I gasped as he slammed me against the wall as the doors shut. His mouth hungrily found mine, his lips searing to mine as he kissed me hard, like my lips belonged to him.
And God did they.
I moaned into the kiss, and when his hand slid between my thighs, teasing up under my skirt, I shivered. His fingers found my slick, messy pussy, and when he curled two deep inside of me, I sagged against him, whimpering. He groaned into my neck as he pulled them free, the elevator quickly approaching the bottom floor.
“Channing—”
“Open your mouth, princess,” he groaned, his eyes flashing fire at me as I gasped. And slowly, I did.
I whimpered as he slid his fingers between my lips, and when my tongue curled around them and tasted the warm, salty-sweet taste of his cum, fresh from my pussy, I quivered in pleasure.
“Fuck, Everly,” he groaned, his jaw tight as he shook his head.
“What?” I grinned impishly back, licking my lips.
“How the hell did such a dirty little mind hide inside such a sweet little good girl?”
I bit my lip, squeezing my legs together.
“Maybe it’s just you.”
“Maybe it’s just us,” he growled.
The elevator doors opened to a group of people waiting. I started to pull away from him, but Channing’s fingers laced with mine, pulling me back. His lips found mine again, and he slowly kissed me right there in front of ten strangers, any of whom might very well work for my father’s firm and know exactly who we were.
And it didn’t seem like Channing gave one single fuck about it.
He pulled away, his finger’s still laced with mine as he wordlessly walked us past the group of wide-eyed strangers, and out into the parking garage.
“Get on your knees.”
His words shivered through me as the car roared out of the garage and out onto the city streets. I turned, my heart pounding as I looked at him.
“Here?”
Channing grinned that dark, gorgeous, sexy smile, turning to me before looking back to the road.
“You want to be my bad girl?” he growled.
“Always,” I purred back, loving the way his jaw clenched when I said it.