Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Do you remember the two men we met at the wedding? They were older, one with blonde hair and the other with salt and pepper hair.”
“Ugh,” Ian groaned, flopping his arms wide and his head back. “Just go fall in love with the sugar daddies.”
His dramatics stopped, and a smile broke free when he heard me laughing.
“Relax,” I soothed, stepping close and running my fingers through his hair. He sat up again and tugged me onto his lap. “Maybe I can get us a free pass for a night.”
He cocked his brow, considering his options. “Okay. I guess that makes it better. They can be both our sugar daddies.”
His hand rested on my thigh and stroked up my skirt before moving back down to my knee. Leaning close, I nipped at his ear and whispered, “We can watch our dirtiest fantasies.”
“Dirty girl,” he growled, sliding his hand up further.
“What would you choose?” I breathed against his neck.
“Right now,” he said, his thumb sliding over my panties. “I want to bend you over my desk and slide deep inside you.”
“I have to go,” I protested weakly. “We don’t have time.”
“Then, I better make you come quick.”
He moved fast, standing us both up and pressing my chest down to the desk. The clink of his belt buckle had adrenaline flooding my body, heating me up, preparing me for him.
“Better be quiet. Wouldn’t want all those employees to know that the bold Carina Russo is getting pinned to a desk and fucked like a slut on her lunch break.”
The words had fire burning in my core. I’d forgotten how much I loved dirty talk, and Ian was all too eager to try it all out and test my boundaries.
He made me remember how much I loved having my boundaries tested.
I heard the crinkle of the wrapper a moment before Ian pulled my panties to the side and pushed in all at once. He’d kept to his word to go easy the first few times, but since then we began screwing like animals—hard, rutting against each other like we’d never get another chance.
“You could make life so much easier if you just stopped wearing panties,’ he growled against my neck.
“I like you working for it,” I moaned.
He laughed softly before standing up and gripping my hips and thrusting into me like a freight train. I tried to hold myself steady and plant my hands on the desk, but I knocked over a stack of papers, and an organizer went crashing to the floor. Finally giving up, I rested my chest to the hard surface and brought my hand to my mouth to stifle my cries.
“Fuck. Your pretty pussy is going to make me come,” he groaned.
“Do it,” I whimpered.
A few more pumps and my orgasm had me seeing white spots as all the air left my lungs. I almost missed the way he pushed deeper inside me and stayed there as he came.
After getting our breathing back in order, he pulled out and slapped my ass.
“Ian,” I gasped. “That was loud.”
I stood to face him, tucking his cock back in his pants, an unapologetic smile on his face.
“Good. Let them know I was buried deep inside your tight little pussy. I want them to know you’re mine.”
I should’ve been mad. His company was my client, but I liked this possessive side of him. I remembered how much I’d wanted Jake to be jealous of any man hitting on me. I wanted him to have even a hint of jealousy when Jackson was screwing me, and it never came.
So, to see it so plainly laid out in front of me by Ian made it hard to reprimand him. Instead, I stepped close and pressed up on my toes to kiss his bottom lip. “So.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Incorrigible.”
He held me close and took my lips in one last possessive kiss before pulling back to rest his forehead against mine.
“What do you usually do for Thanksgiving?”
I’d kind of forgotten Thanksgiving was this week. These past few months had been crazy, and the past week I’d spent in Ian’s bed had been a blur of pleasure and happiness.
“I usually go to my dad’s for lunch and then head home to watch movies and fall into a food coma.”
“Come to Erik’s with me for dinner. They’re my family away from family, and I go every year.”
I pulled back enough to look in his eyes. “What about your family?”
His eyes dropped. “They’re traveling. They usually are around the holidays, but hopefully, this will be the last one this year.”
I wanted to soothe the little boy I saw in that moment who missed holidays with his parents, but I knew Ian would just make a joke and brush it off. He usually avoided talking about them. So instead, I pressed one last kiss and gave him my best smile.