Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
I stand from my chair and drink in her appearance. I could stare at her shiny long legs for hours. Run my tongue along the smooth flesh—
“Focus,” she snaps, her hands finding their way to her slightly curved hips. “You can’t do—” she waves her hands around her for effect “—whatever it is you’re doing here. People will notice.”
Who gives a fuck if people notice I’m finally appreciating her for all that she is?
“Listen,” I say as I stalk over to her. I love the way her breasts jiggle beneath the fabric as she takes in a harsh breath of air. “I owe you. I owe you so much.”
Her body relaxes when I reach her and cup her jaw with my hand. I love how small she feels in my powerful grip. Soon I’ll be able to worship every perfect part of her from sun up to sun down. I step closer to her until her full breasts brush up against my chest. My thumb strokes along her jawline as I look into her big brown eyes that no longer hold fury in them. There’s heat flickering but it’s the kind of heat that I want to get burned by.
“I’m going to kiss you,” I murmur, my eyes dropping to her now parted lips. “I’m going to kiss every part of you one day.”
A small mewl rattles from her chest. “Gray…”
I rub my nose against hers and inhale the lingering coffee scent on her breath. I want to know if she tastes as good as she smells. “Is this harassment? Is this unwanted?”
“N-No,” she admits. “I like this. Too much.”
My lips brush against hers, and she grips the lapels of my suit jacket as if to ground herself. I’ve got you, little quitter. I slide my free hand to her hip and press my hard body against her soft one. When she lets out a small moan, I drown it with a kiss. A soul-consuming kiss.
My tongue dives into her mouth. I expect hesitation or resistance. Instead, her tongue eagerly meets mine. She kisses me back just as hungrily. My cock is hard as stone in my slacks and I can’t help but press it against her, so she can feel just what she does to me. This sends another pleased moan rippling from her. I take it as an invitation to grind my erection into her stomach as I kiss her deeply enough to steal her breath.
“We shouldn’t,” she whimpers, turning her head to break our kiss.
I smile as I go for her neck instead. I nip at the flesh and then run my tongue up to her ear, enjoying the way her body trembles in my grip. “You know we should.”
“I can’t have sex with you here,” she utters, her voice but a whisper.
I chuckle and nip at her earlobe this time. “When I take you for the first time, it sure as hell won’t be a quickie in my office. I’m going to pin you down in your bed and give you so many orgasms you’ll forget your name. And then, I’ll slide my cock inside your wet cunt.”
She lets out another strangled sound. “You’re so confident I’ll sleep with you.”
I grin and pull away so I can look at her. God, she’s so fucking gorgeous. “I’m confident your panties are soaked.”
At this, she arches a sculpted brow at me. “Confident, huh?”
“You’re practically trembling with the need to fuck me,” I assert with a shit-eating grin.
She rolls her eyes. “And if my panties are not ‘soaked,’ then what?”
“Your panties are soaked. But if they aren’t, hypothetically, I’d say I’d owe you something.”
“Lunch, perhaps?” she challenges.
I laugh because either way, I’m winning. “Of course.”
With fire in her eyes, she grips my wrist and guides it to her thighs. Our gazes stay locked as I take over on my path to her drenched panties. I kneel down on one knee and look up at her to make sure she’s still okay. Her swollen-from-our-kiss lip is captured between her teeth as she watches me with hunger dancing in her eyes.
I lean forward and inhale her. From this position, I can smell her arousal. My cock is going to rip through my slacks at any moment.
“Lift your skirt,” I command, my voice husky.
She grabs the hem of her skirt with each hand and slowly inches it up, baring more creamy flesh to me. Right before she gets to her pussy, she stops. “This is going too fast,” she breathes.
I shoot her a smoldering glare. “Not fast enough.”
At my comment, she smirks and her confidence returns full-force. She slips the skirt up past her pussy to her hips. When I drag my gaze from her pretty browns to between her legs, I stare in shock.
“You played me,” I growl, my eyes fixated on her smooth bare pussy.