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)
Though we were both clearly desperate for one another, Griff moved slowly and sensually as he fucked me. It was as though he wanted to drag the experience out and savor the moment. I couldn’t help but feel the same. If this was the only time I was ever allowed to have this, I wanted it to last as long as possible.
His hands were stroking over every part of me that he could reach: my hair, my face, my sides. I was drowning in the feeling of being totally consumed by him and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to go back. It was the most amazing I’d ever felt during sex. It wasn’t just how talented Griff was but also the passion in every one of his movements. He held onto me like he was desperate to stay inside me forever and honestly, I didn’t have a problem with that.
After such a long time that I was feeling dizzy from overstimulation, Griff’s thrusts began to speed up and I knew he was close. I wanted it so badly. I wanted to be able to pleasure him like he’d pleasured me. I gripped his shoulders tight and rocked my hips in time with his movements, pushing his cock impossibly deeper inside me.
It seemed to work and soon Griff was tensing up, his muscles stiffening, as he finally succumbed to a powerful orgasm that looked like it was punched out of him. We both reached our peaks together and I couldn’t believe after months of fantasies that I’d finally made love to my boss. Griff gasped as he came and I clung tight to his body, stroking his hair comfortingly as he came down from his high.
After going for so long, I was so tired that I could feel myself drifting back to sleep as soon as we were done. I barely registered when Griff climbed off of me and rolled back to his side of the bed. He kept one arm wrapped around me, however, as he settled down and I was so happy it was unreal. Eventually, I fell asleep feeling safe, satisfied and warm curled up with Griff.
The next day, I woke up feeling a little achy from our intense romp but also crazy happy. I rubbed at my weary eyes and pushed up from the mattress. It was then that I realized there was something deeply wrong--Griff was gone. The room was empty and the only sign that he’d been here was the faint outline of his head engraved on the pillow next to me. I couldn’t believe it. We’d both been a little drunk the night before, but I’d honestly believed Griff wanted me. Now, however, as I looked around the room, I realized that my boss might not feel the same way I did.
With my heart hammering in my chest, I asked myself the question I was dreading… Did Griff regret the night before? My whole mood dropped and I couldn’t control my emotions. A tear escaped down my cheek and I pulled the sheets closer, hugging them for comfort. Was this what the next few months were going to be like? I wasn’t sure I could go through with it if it was.
Still, I knew I had to pull myself together. After all, the conference was still happening. I was on a business trip and I needed to act professionally. With a sigh, I climbed out of bed, took a shower, and proceeded to dress myself like nothing was wrong, even though my heart was breaking.
As I left my room, I remembered that I should eat something before the conference sessions began. I didn’t want to eat really. I was feeling nauseous from being anxious about Griff, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t. I trudged through the hotel with a sad look on my face before I reached the breakfast room. I joined the end of the buffet line and tried to concentrate on anything but this complicated situation I had going on with Griff.
“Remy?” a familiar voice called from just behind me. I turned and braced myself. It was Isaac.
“Oh, good morning,” I greeted him with the best smile I could muster under the circumstances. “How are you?”
“I’m okay thanks Remy and yourself?” he said as he joined the line behind me.
“Fine,” I lied with a tight-lipped grin.
“Listen, Remy,” Isaac began with a sheepish look on his face. “I’m really sorry about what’s happening with Kelly right now. I know it can’t be nice to be watched so closely constantly and I want you to know that I really respect you, Remy.”
I paused with a crinkle of my eyebrows. I didn’t understand him. “You respect me?” I questioned. “Why?”
Isaac chuckled. “Why wouldn’t I?” he countered. “What you’re doing for Griff is really admirable and I think praise should be given where it’s due.”