Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“She said she's driving through a bunch of dead zones, right?” Sadie pipes up.
“Yeah, but we set up a time to video chat since she couldn’t be here with us.” Charlie shrugs and climbs over the tattered piles of wrapping paper to sit in Lance's lap.
I survey the living room. The whole pack and our mates are here. I never thought my wolf would feel so satisfied, seeing us all gathered in one place, but he is.
The only one missing: my mate. She’s in the kitchen, stirring a pot of gumbo.
Channing got everyone moose themed things. Some sort of joke. Which is why Adele’s wearing an apron that reads Merry Christmoose.
“I can’t believe you’re actually wearing that thing,” I mutter. My wolf would be annoyed that Adele’s wearing the gift from another member of my pack, but since I’ve claimed her, he’s calmed down a ton.
“What? I like it.” She turns her back on me and sticks a wooden spoon into a bubbling pot. She blows on the red sauce to cool it and tastes it. “Needs sugar.” She starts to slip away to grab it, and I pull her close.
I touch the side of my mouth. “You’ve got a little sauce on you.”
“Do I really?” She wrinkles her nose at me.
“No,” I say and kiss her.
“Mmm.” She wriggles in my arms. “I’m still mad at you,” she whispers against my lips.
“Oh?”
“If you bought the building that means you're my landlord. I thought we were done with the whole boss/employee power struggle shit.”
“Do you want to be done with it? Because I’ll sign the papers to give you the building right here, right now.” I gesture in the direction of my office.
Her eyes go wide.
“Or…” I slide a hand across her waist, turning her so she’s facing the sink, and I’m pressed against her back. “We could keep playing the game.” I slip my hand below the waistband of her skirt, and my fingers find satin and lace. “Our quarterly inspections could get real interesting.”
“Rafe, not here,” she complains, but her voice is breathless. A few light touches, and her slickness drenches my fingers.
“In my office,” I command, like she’s an employee about to get a reprimand. I withdraw my fingers and smirk.
She turns the burner down, tosses her dark hair and flounces past me, playing along.
There’s a definite swagger to my walk as I follow. I lock the door behind me, then swipe my forearm across the desk to clear it of all contents.
“Rafe!” Adele catches my laptop before it clatters to the floor. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy for you, princess.” I pick her up by the waist and sit her on the desk. “What are you wearing under this pretty dress today?” I push the hem up, sliding my hands along her thighs. I hit the garter belt and my dick punches out, painfully constricted in my pants.
“Hang on, bossman.” She works the button on my cargo pants. “I might have a bit of the blowing the boss fantasy.”
I groan and help her with my zipper, freeing my erection.
She slides off the desk and holds my gaze as she lowers to her knees.
I growl the moment she takes hold of the base of my cock and stretches it to her lips. She flicks her tongue over my weeping slit, moaning.
I fist her hair then release it and massage her scalp then pull it taut again as she parts her lips and takes my length into her mouth. “Fuck, yeah, baby. That’s so hot.”
“Sir, I wanted to talk to you about my raise,” she play-acts, batting her long lashes when she comes off my dick.
I grip her hair again and push my cock between her lips. “Let’s see how your next performance review goes.” My voice is pure gravel.
She takes me deep into the back of her throat, using her tongue to swirl the underside each time she pulls back.
I groan and growl, my breath quick and ragged.
She massages my balls and twists her hand around the base of my cock. I’m going to come any second now. It’s too good. But I need to get her off. And the pot’s still on the stove.
“Enough,” I grit out in that bossy tone she loves to hate. “I need you on my desk. Now.”
She laughs and pops off my cock, letting me lift her to standing, then onto the desk. I shove her back, my movements shaky and urgent. I rip her panties down her legs. My hungry mouth comes to her core. I’m too far gone to give her much finesse, but I suck with an urgency that makes her thighs clamp my ears and her nails score my shoulders.
Her eyes roll back in her head with the pleasure of it, but she pushes me away. “Give me that big, bossy cock.”