Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Willow, is everything okay?” he asked, striding towards me.
“Of course. I just came to see you.”
He leaned in and kissed my cheek which surprised me as well as his secretary who was openly staring at us. “Wait for me in my office. I’m coming.” He returned to the two men, and I hurried into his office.
I shut the door and sunk into the visitor’s chair to catch my breath. That could have gone very wrong. I needed something to still my pounding heart.
I went to his refrigerator and removed a bottle of wine that was half open. I poured myself a glass and sat down with it. I took a generous sip and sighed as the cool drink went down my throat.
By the time the office door opened, all my tension had ebbed away, and I smiled brightly when Rex entered. He leaned against the door and watched me curiously.
“I see you’ve already made yourself at home.” His tone was teasing.
“I thought that’s what you would want.”
The corners of his mouth curved in a smile. “Of course.”
My heart skipped a beat, and it wasn’t because I was nervous. After all this time I still thought Rex was too everything for his own good. Too handsome, too charming, too sexy, too hard to resist. I cleared my throat as I searched for the right words to say what I wanted to say. “I’ve always had a fantasy.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I always wanted to fuck a man wearing a blue tie.”
He looked down at his tie, then chuckled. “I like this fantasy. Tell me more.”
“In my fantasy, he fucks me over the desk.”
He started walking towards me.
“He locks the door first,” I said.
“Ah,” he said, and locked the door. “Then what does this man do?”
“He goes and sits in his chair behind the desk.”
Rex lowered himself into his chair while staring at me intently.
I jumped up from my chair and went around to his side of the desk. I swirled his chair around then sank down onto his lap, sitting astride his hips. I threw my hands around his neck.
A tremor of excitement shot through me, and the air changed suddenly as pure need gripped me. Rex’s eyes darkened with desire. His hands went around my waist as he pulled me closer so that I was sitting directly on his erection.
Our lips met in a hot, wet slide. Time stopped as our tongues played with each other. All that mattered was the pleasure zipping through me. I threaded my fingers through his hair. Rex’s male scent and heat made me dizzy with longing.
I pressed down against his erection, greedy for more friction. Rex’s hands caressed my back then moved to raise my blouse. He tore his mouth from mine and brought it down to my breasts. Pulling down the cups of my bra, he took a nipple between his teeth. I bit my lower lip to contain the groan threatening to burst out of me.
“Fuck, Rex,” I cried out trying to keep my voice low.
“Is that what you want?” he said and looked up at me, his eyes resembling a brewing storm.
My body ached with need. “Yes. Bend me over the desk.”
He frowned. “Your ribs…”
“My ribs are completely healed. Even the doctor said so. If you don’t fuck me hard today, I swear, I’m going to think you don’t want me.”
“Don’t want you? Are you crazy? I’ve been going out of my mind holding back.”
“Well, don’t. I like the gentle stuff as much as the next girl, but hell, I miss the times when you used to go all wild caveman on me.”
He cupped my ass, pressing my pelvis to his erection. Every part of my body was lit with the urgent need to be possessed by Rex.
“Bend over the desk,” he ordered suddenly.
A thrill shot through me. Oooo… having sex in an office was all sorts of forbidden and I couldn’t wait to cross that off my list.
Behind me, I heard the rustle of clothes, and wanting to feel him inside me as soon as possible, I reached for my jeans.
“I’ll do that,” Rex growled, and I returned my hands to their earlier position on the desk.
His hands unbuttoned, then zipped down my jeans, before gripping the hems of my jeans and yanking them down. Playfully, I wiggled my hips as the jeans went down, and he smacked my bottom. I gasped at the sting. He ripped my panties off. My pussy throbbed and ached for him.
Rex spread my thighs wider. “Are you wet?”
“I am.”
He ran a lone finger up and down my slit, spreading my slickness, and I arched my back, exposing more of myself to him. My breath came out in gasps even though Rex was merely touching me with a finger. Anticipation was making me feverish.
“Go on, Rex. Take me,” I urged, unable to bear the torture any longer.