Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“I’m already close. I don’t want to come yet,” I choked out.
“You won’t.” He pulled out to the tip, caging me between his arms, his tie dangling in front of me. “Rule number three…you don’t come till I say. Ever.”
He plunged inside me.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”
He did it again, slowly easing away and surging forward. And again. It made me wild with desire. I rose to meet each thrust, arching upward and clawing at his biceps through his suit jacket. We moved like thunder, fast and furious, sucking on tongues and nibbling on lips as we pushed and pulled, perfecting this new rhythm we’d found.
It wasn’t going to last, though. I tried to hold on, but I was slipping. I hiked my legs higher and clutched his ass, silently willing him to give me permission so I didn’t have to beg.
Nope, I was definitely going to have to beg. I was going to—
“Come for me. Now.”
Oh, thank fuck.
My body responded like a well-tuned instrument. The nudge of his cock against my prostate and the sound of his gruff voice issuing nasty commands…yeah, that was the end of me. I stroked myself twice and came apart with a shudder that wracked my whole body.
Graham didn’t stop moving. The bed shook as he rode me, holding my shoulders for purchase and bucking his hips double time. He looked like exactly what he was, a gorgeous burly executive fucking my brains out.
I wrapped my arms around his neck when he roared with the force of his release. His cock pulsed inside me and his breath tickled my ears as he sucked in air. I hugged him close, closing my eyes for a moment.
I didn’t want to let go. That was…beyond incredible. It took a few minutes for me to surface from the aftereffects of my dizzying orgasm. My eyes drifted shut, blinking open at the feel of a warm washcloth on my stomach.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, stealing a peek at Graham’s furry pecs, toned abs, and flaccid penis.
He must have stripped out of his suit in the bathroom, and damn, I was bummed I’d missed the show. Maybe this was strange, but he was two different people in and out of that suit. The intimidating, polished exec and…I don’t know, maybe a construction worker? My spent cock twitched at the thought.
“What are you thinking?”
I sat up quickly and scanned the wreckage of clothing strewn about his room, hoping to hide my certain blush. “Just wondering where my briefs are,” I lied.
He stooped to rummage through the mess, straightening with a shrug. “No idea. Are you in a hurry?”
“No, but I feel extra naked right now.”
Graham waggled his brows playfully and grinned. “I see no problem here.”
And there it was again. A slight twinge in his accent. “No” sounded like neh, and “here” was a two-syllable word without an R. Like he-ah. Interesting.
I had bigger things on my mind than quirks in pronunciation. What was I doing? My brain took an abrupt vacation whenever Graham Horsham showed up. That was the only explanation that made any sense. He’d popped up at the museum within an hour of texting me to offer me an easy-as-pie gig for a ridiculous salary, and I’d somehow ended up in his bed. Geez, I was a ho. The cushy assignment and indecent proposal added up to one thing.
“Is this a sex ruse?” I blurted.
Graham’s brows froze at his hairline before he dissolved into laughter. His eyes creased in amusement, softening his rigid jaw. He looked ten years younger and downright friendly…like a regular hot dude rather than a possible would-be assassin.
“A sex ruse,” he repeated, sliding into bed and rolling onto his side to face me. “I hadn’t thought of it like that.”
“Why else would you offer to pay me to open a web browser for you? I think I should be insulted, but I’d probably end up here anyway. You’re too charming and British and…I like your dick.”
“I wasn’t joking about the research bit, but I admit it was also an opportunity to see you again.”
“For a booty call.”
“Don’t be crass.”
“Oh, please,” I scoffed. “I say it like I see it.”
“This isn’t”—he frowned and glanced away briefly—“something I do. Ever. I was honest about that from the start. I don’t date, and I rarely see the same man twice. I also never bring lovers home for sleepovers. Not even in hotel rooms.”
“I remember.”
His smile was almost apologetic but not quite.
“I didn’t intend to end up here, but you’re in my system and I can’t shake you.”
I melted a little at the gooey admission. “That was a little romantic.”
Graham snorted. “I’m a numbers man, Raine. I don’t have a romantic bone in my body. But I can assure you that I don’t lie, I don’t fuck employees or clients, and while I can be persuasive, I don’t use sex as a weapon. There’s no need. Money travels further and faster. Which makes you an anomaly.”