Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I have to replay her words in my head to make sure I heard them right. Her hand is twisting the fabric at the side of her skirt, and the vulnerable look on her face hits me hard. “Are you busy tonight?”
The nervous expression on her face slowly shifts into a grin, and she shakes her head. “No, I’m not busy.”
We stare at each other for a long moment, standing face to face, but irritatingly far apart. “I want to kiss you,” I tell her. The conference room is unfortunately lined with windows that face the inner office.
Her eyes flicker down to my lips. “You’ll have to wait a few more hours.”
The afternoon is way too long, but it’s filled with a lot of lingering glances that keep me going until five. During one of my meetings, I text Autumn and we make plans for her to follow me to my house after work.
There are a lot of questions I want to ask her, but when we’re barely inside my door, I press her against the wall and finally get that kiss. It’s so perfect that it’s hard to believe it’s actually happening.
When she reaches between us and begins to unbutton my shirt, the desire that floods my body is nearly overwhelming. I start to open my pants, and her hands quickly join mine, both of us fumbling frantically. As I pull out my cock, she hikes up her skirt.
I lift her up and she guides me toward her opening. We don’t get it right the first time, but we’re both too intent on our mission to take much notice of the awkwardness. I readjust my hold on her, and then I’m sinking home, her heat swallowing me up, my cock finally finding what it’s been desperately missing.
“Oh god, oh Garrett.”
When she closes her eyes and her face shows me how much she’s loving this, I can’t imagine how I’ve survived the time apart from her. I need this like I need air and water.
She grabs my face and kisses me while I bounce her hips against me, and I can’t get over how good she feels until finally, some small corner of the brain in my head that’s still functioning sends me an alert.
“Oh fuck, Autumn.” I go still inside her. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
“It’s okay,” she says, her voice a wisp of air.
“I can go get one.”
She wraps her hands around the back of my neck. “I’m on the pill.”
“I haven’t been with anyone but you.” When she nods, I add, “Ever.”
Her inner walls squeeze around me then, and I realize something else: I’m lasting longer than I did the first time. But if her pussy milks me again like that, it’s all over.
I resume fucking her, but go slower, turning my focus to getting her off. I support her with one hand while I find her clit with the other, and it doesn’t take long before she’s wrapping herself tighter around me, her body tensing, her sweet voice crying out.
It overtakes her for nearly a minute, and I don’t know how I manage to last through it. When she’s recovered, I walk her into my bedroom, lay her upper body on the bed and bend to kiss her, my cock still buried deep inside her.
“Fuck me, Garrett,” she says when we part.
Are there any sweeter words in the language?
Standing between her legs, I bend her knees and spread them wide, and then hold on tight as I start to move in her, faster and faster still. I don’t last nearly as long as I’d like to — I want to stay inside her forever — but when I come it’s literally blinding. It’s white lightning and red hot flame, and fuck — it’s everything.
I fill her with my cum and nothing has ever been anywhere near so satisfying in my entire life.
I could go again, but I don’t want to be greedy, or scare her off. We get washed up and drive together to a nearby Italian restaurant.
I’m so fucking happy I find myself humming.
After we get our drinks and place our orders, I take her hand. “It killed me to pull back from you at work, but it hurt too much to be near you at first.”
She nods. “I know. I felt the same.”
“What made you change your mind?”
I’m not expecting her answer. “Duke.” When I frown, she squeezes my hand. “He came to see me at Rusty’s last week, and I went home with him.”
Wasn’t expecting that either.
“Does it bother you that I’ve been with him?” she asks.
I search myself, wanting to give her an honest response. “No. Sometimes, I have a gut reaction of jealousy, but it actually doesn’t. I’m just confused about what he has to do with you quitting your job and being with me tonight.”