Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
I stammer, unable to find any words to explain myself. That dark, hot gleam in Ford’s eyes makes it impossible to remember how to act normally.
“Can’t decide, huh?” he asks. “Let’s figure it out then.”
Before I can react, he pushes to his feet, strides to the door, and clicks it locked. He crosses to the windows and yanks the blinds shut next.
Suddenly, this meeting room feels much smaller and much more intimate than it ever has before.
We’re in our office, but with the door locks and blinds drawn, any pretense of professionalism I’d been trying to cling to vanishes.
3
FORD
My blood is burning, my cock swollen and aching against the waistband of my expensive suit pants, my gaze locked onto Faith. Faith, who’s just surprised the fuck out of me with what she’s said in that text. It obviously wasn’t meant for me, but goddamn am I glad she made that mistake.
I prowl towards her, watching every reaction she has. The widening of her eyes, pupils blooming until the black nearly swallows the blue, the goosebumps traveling over her arms, and the thrumming pulse in her throat.
I don’t sit back down in my seat. Instead, I stride to her, leaning down and bracing my hands on the arms of her chair, blocking her in. Her breaths are ragged and quick, and I can’t help but notice the way her breasts rise and fall beneath her silky blouse.
She’s so goddamned gorgeous.
“You going to fight me, baby?” I ask, my voice low even to my own ears. The pet name slips out without my consciously meaning to say it, but it feels right.
“W-what?” Faith stammers out, blinking up at me.
“You heard me,” I say. “Are you going to fight me? Go ahead, baby. Hit me. Let me feel all that anger you’ve got for me, huh?”
“No, I-I can’t fight you,” she gasps, her fingers tightening on the arms of the chair, her hands so close to mine that it takes all my self-control not to grab her. “Ford, what are you doing? You can’t be serious.”
“You’re the one that said it, Faith,” I remind her, smirking down at her. “Don’t know whether to fight me or fuck me, right? So, what’s it going to be?”
“Look, I’m sorry about the text. It was meant for my best friend, and I know it was completely unprofessional and ridiculous, but God, you just get under my skin, Ford,” Faith rushes to say, far more flustered than I’ve ever seen her. It’s fascinating watching that carefully crafted professionalism falter, and I want to see everything underneath. I want to strip her down and see her at her most bare, see her shuddering and speechless and defenseless for me.
I want to make her mine.
“So, not fighting then,” I muse, leaning closer, so close that her breath puffs against my lips. I want to taste her so badly it hurts. “That leaves us with one other option, baby.”
“Ford…” she whispers, trembling now. Her plush lips are parted with those uneven breaths, and she’s leaning towards me now a little, arching towards me like she craves this just as much as I do.
“Tell me no, then, Faith,” I challenge. I want this, I want her, but if she doesn’t want it, then I’ll force myself to walk away. Her consent matters more than anything to me.
I wait a beat, tension hanging heavy between us, giving her time to tell me no, to stop this completely.
But Faith presses her lips together, trapping any words in, refusing to back down like always.
My stubborn little angel.
“Ah, I see,” I whisper, my lips skimming hers with every low word. “So it’s ‘fuck’ then.”
At that word, Faith shudders, a full-body shiver that makes me groan. I need to have her. I suddenly can’t stand another second when I’m not touching her.
She gasps as I pounce, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to me. Her arms and legs wrap around me instinctively, the position pressing her core to the aching length of my cock. Even through our clothes, I can feel her heat.
Our mouths crash together as I set her on the table, the height perfect for her to keep her legs wrapped around my waist. One of my hands is on her thigh, the other tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, angling her so I can deepen the kiss.
Her tongue strokes against mine, and I groan deep in my chest at the taste of her. Mint and something sweet, uniquely Faith. She whimpers so prettily against me when I nip her bottom lip, and I swallow the sound hungrily.
She squirms against me, and I rock my hips forward, both of us mindlessly seeking friction, seeking contact, seeking more.
I need to know if she’s as desperate for this as I am, if she’s wet and needy for me, if she’d be as hot and soft against my touch as I imagine she is.