Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he moves me around to face the bed and bends me over. My core tightens right before I cry out in frustration when he removes his fingers from me, and then I cry out for a different reason when he drops to his knees and his mouth latches onto my clit from behind. His fingers dig into my hips to hold me in place as he devours me like he’s starving, his tongue, teeth, and lips sending me closer to the edge.
My body shakes and my toes try to find purchase against the wood floor as my head thrashes from side to side. When his thumb presses against my entrance, I fall over the cliff, shouting his name. Stars fill my vision, my body feels light as a feather, and my skin tingles from my hips to my toes. Just as I’m starting to come back to myself, his body covers mine and he enters me without warning in one smooth thrust.
The head of his cock bumps my cervix, and I feel him throb inside me, seeming to take up every inch of space. Wanting more of him, needing more of him, I lift up on my hands and push back against him, listening to him groan. He wraps his hand around my hair when I toss my head back, and then he pulls me up, angling my head so he can cover my mouth with his. His mouth is hungry, desperate, and branding as he kisses me, and in that moment, I know I’m already his.
He fucks me harder and harder until I’m once again stumbling over the edge of pleasure, only this time he falls with me, locking his hips against mine after one final thrust. We both tumble forward onto the bed, his body heavy on top of mine and our breathing erratic as we soak up the last pulse of pleasure.
When he rolls away, I miss his weight but then relish the feel of his skin against mine as he drapes me across his chest and once more tangles his fingers into my hair. I rest my forehead in the crook of his neck and wrap my hand around his side, feeling sated and sleepy.
“Are you okay?” His voice is gruff but warm, and I tip my head back to meet his gaze.
“Yeah, are you?”
“Better, now that I’ve had you again.” He smiles when I smack his chest. “What? I missed you.”
“You missed the vagina.”
His eyes lock with mine, looking deadly serious. “No, I missed you.”
I chew on my bottom lip then swallow. I want to tell him that I missed him too, that I missed connecting with him like we just did, even if we only shared that for one night, but I manage to keep my mouth shut.
He sighs then smooths a finger across my forehead to behind my ear. “I can wait.”
I somehow doubt that. Instead of pointing out his behavior, I rest my head back against his chest, and then my stomach growls when I smell something delicious. It reminds me that I didn’t eat anything but a package of mixed nuts at lunch today, because I was anxious to get back to work so I could try to impress Kathy with some new ideas for tomorrows show. “I’m starving.”
“You wouldn’t be so hungry if you’d just come here when you were supposed to.”
“I didn’t give you a time when I would be here,” I remind him, lifting my head off his chest to narrow my eyes on him. “And I went out, because I wanted to try to get to know the people I work with, since I do have to work with them and wouldn’t mind having some friends.”
“I’m your friend.”
If I’m not wrong, there is a little bit of jealousy in his tone, like I couldn’t possibly want to be friends with anyone else when I’ve got him.
“You’re also the CEO of IMG. I can’t talk crap about my job or your company to you.”
“Why not?” he asks, kissing me swiftly before rolling me off him and getting out of bed.
I blink at the sudden change of position, unsure if he’s serious, and when I see he is, I just shake my head, not even attempting to help him understand. I get up and start to search for my clothes but stop when he hands me a T-shirt. I put it on over my head, and it hits me midthigh, long enough that I don’t need to worry about pants.
“Let’s feed you,” he says, walking out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxers, and I follow him, glaring at his back as I hop into my panties.
“Let’s talk about you sending Hanna down to talk to Kathy.”
“That was not me; that was all Chris. He saw your work,” he replies over his shoulder as he walks toward the kitchen.