Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“You liked that?” Griff asked, his voice holding just a hint of surprise. I didn’t respond. I felt a little embarrassed this newfound part of myself and I wasn’t ready to admit it openly yet. It didn’t seem to matter anyway. Griff was able to read my body like a book and soon spanked me once more, again rather gentler than I expected, as though he was wary of overdoing it.
Once more, I cried out in pleasure as the slapping sound resounded in the conference room and my shrieks seemed to send Griff hurtling toward the edge. He draped his chest over my back and slipped one hand beneath me to begin stroking my clit as he continued to thrust inside me.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Remy, so responsive,” he whispered in my ear. “I can’t hold back anymore. Come with me?”
Although I was totally overwhelmed and I felt like I barely had any strength left, I nodded my head and Griff sped up his pace once more. The dual stimulation of his fingers and his cock as they played with me had my head swirling and within moments, we were both coming together. His body collapsed on top of mine afterward, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary, I would have been happy to stay there and soak in the aftermath of our shared bliss.
Griff, however, had other plans.
A few seconds after we’d finished, my boss suddenly pulled out and stepped away from me. Before I could even push myself up from the table, I heard a loud bang as he kicked his chair across the room. “God fucking damn it!” he cursed and the sound frightened me.
I scrambled to redress and right myself. I turned to face him as he pulled on his slacks and I was disappointed at the sour look on his face—disappointed but not surprised at this point. It seemed like Griff was a man torn between two worlds—his lust and his career. I supposed there were worse flaws he could have had, but I hated that I ended up being the one who was always hurt by his hot and cold attitude.
“I can’t believe I let this happen again!” he cried as he fastened the buttons on his shirt.
I sighed and glanced down at the floor. I’d heard it all before and it was becoming tiresome. The sex was worth it though. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself anyway. Now, I wasn’t sure if I was certain of that anymore. My heart was aching as I watched him scowl and avoid eye contact with me. Was the sexy, domineering Griff worth the pain of distant, cold, and angry Griff?
“We’ve got to nip this in the bud, Remy,” he told me once he’d finishing redressing. “No more working late together. No more being alone together, especially not close together. We can’t keep putting ourselves in situations where we lose control. We have to focus on just getting through this fake relationship without everything spiraling out of control.”
He was nodding and pacing as he spoke, but he never once looked me in the eyes. I wondered what might happen if he did. Would he realize that this things between us was bigger than both of us? Would he finally stop lying to himself and give into what we both wanted? No, I thought. No, I don’t think he would.
“If that’s what you want,” I managed to say in reply as my throat grew thick with sadness. My eyes were tingling and I was doing everything I could to hold back my tears. I didn’t want him to know just how upset I was. I couldn’t take the embarrassment.
Griff nodded again and stopped pacing. He darted toward the table and gathered the papers together along with his notebook. His pen had ended up on the floor during our lovemaking and as he bent to reach for it, a pang of longing hit me square in the chest. Why did it have to be this way? Why wasn’t I allowed to be happy?
Sorrow gripped me tight in it’s icy cold grasp and I knew I couldn’t stay here much longer. It was almost a relief when Griff ordered me to go. “Grab your things, Remy,” he said authoritatively. “Just grab them and go home for the night. I’ll finish up the proposal myself.”
“O-of course,” I muttered under my breath. I didn’t look at him again after that. I just gathered my notebook and my bag and hurried out the door. Once I was finally in the elevator by myself, the tears started to fall. I couldn’t help but feel like I had some kind of emotional whiplash.
It was bad enough that I had clearly fallen head over heels for my boss. That was its own kind of awful torture since I had to see him everyday and know that I couldn’t have him. I had to swallow down my love for him every morning and act like the perfect professional when all I wanted to do was reach out and touch him. It had been like that for weeks since he’d last told me we couldn’t do this. I’d been doing such a good job of acting like he wanted but then...