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)
“Tell me I can touch you,” I groan against her mouth, my hand wandering up her thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. “I need to make you come, baby.”
She whimpers, her hips shifting as my hand skims closer to where she wants me.
“Yes,” she whispers back breathily. “Touch me.”
I don’t waste a single second. I slide my hand up her skirt, her skin so fucking soft and warm beneath my palm. My fingers drag over her center, feeling the damp fabric of her panties that separate me from paradise.
“Oh baby, you’re soaked,” I say, lust filling me completely. “So needy for me.”
“Ford, please,” Faith gasps as I tease her through her underwear.
“You beg so pretty for me.”
I give her exactly what she wants, pushing the wet fabric to the side and slipping two fingers into her wet heat.
We moan in sync, her from the pleasure of being filled, me from the feeling of her wrapped around my fingers. My cock is rock hard, straining against my pants, begging to be surrounded by her.
But not yet. This is about Faith. About showing her just how good I can make her feel, how good I can look after her.
I fuck her with my fingers while she squirms and gasps. It’s obvious she’s trying to keep quiet, and though logically, I know we should be trying to stay quiet and avoid being caught, logic went out the window the second Faith sent that text. I want her screaming my name, moaning loud for me, but instead I press my free hand over her mouth and feel her gasp into my palm.
My thumb finds her clit, and her eyes fall closed, her hips moving with me as she chases her pleasure.
“Come all over my hand, baby,” I growl.
She shatters, her teeth digging into my palm to muffle her scream, as she follows my request perfectly like the good girl she is.
I open my mouth to praise her, but a rough knock on the door interrupts me. Both of us go stock still, my fingers still inside her, and her cheeks flushed from her orgasm.
“This room is booked!” a male voice shouts, breaking the silence.
I recognize who it is instantly, cursing under my breath as I release Faith. Unable to help myself, I lick the taste of her off my fingers, groaning at her flavor.
“Whoever’s in there, you need to leave! My room booking started five minutes ago!” Tom calls, his voice grating on my nerves for the second time this morning.
Faith’s eyes are wide and glassy from the combination of shock and lingering pleasure, and I’ve never wanted to fight Tom more than I do at this moment.
“Hello?!” he calls again, sounding more exasperated by the second.
Faith’s shoulders begin to shake, and she slaps her hand over her mouth. For a second, a spark of fear goes through me as I think she’s crying. Then, the quietest giggle slips past her fingers, and I realize she’s not upset at all. She’s laughing. My lips quirk up in a smirk as I pin her with a be quiet look that lacks any actual sternness. I try to swallow down my own laughter, forcing myself to look away from her so we don’t give ourselves away.
“I never thought I’d say this,” I whisper under my breath, regret heavy in my tone. “But get dressed, baby, as fast as you can.”
As though she’s only just realized her heels are on the floor and her skirt is rucked up and messy, Faith jumps into action. Unable to keep delaying this, I run a hand through my hair, smooth down the front of my pants, and then head to the door.
Just as I unlock and open the meeting room door, Faith curses and squeals. My gaze snaps away from Tom’s disgruntled face to my girl, who’s currently falling through the air, one heel on her foot, the other flying off and landing on the carpet halfway across the room. Clearly, trying to hurry and put heels on is not a good combination.
Without thought, I reach for her, grabbing her around the waist before she can fall on her face. She falls into my arms with a soft oof, and for a second that stretches on for what feels like an hour, her face is pressed against my chest, and my hands grip her small waist tightly, possessively.
A loud cough breaks the moment, and we both turn to see Tom frowning at us, a mixture of confusion and suspicion on his face. Faith straightens her spine, raising her chin as she scrambles out of my arms, despite the fact I had no desire to let her go. She meets Tom’s eyes, though her cheeks are pink with embarrassment. Ensuring she’s steady, I retrieve her other heel and help her slip it on.