Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“I just had a taste … and now I wanna remember your scent.”
“That’s …”
“Weird?” I raise a brow, lowering the panties.
“Hot,” she muses, surprising me.
A lopsided smile appears on my face as I throw the panties on the nightstand. “I’m not done with your pussy yet.” I pull one of her legs up as I position myself near her entrance. “You ready for me?”
“Again? How? You just came.” Her tongue dips out to lick up some of the cum that was still on her lips. “And Jesus, that was a mother lode.”
I grin. “There’s more where that came from. Now c’mere.” I tug the tie around her wrists and make her touch herself. “Spread those lips for me.”
She fondles herself, spreading her wetness all over, and I take the opportunity to ram in without warning. I love the o shape her mouth makes when she feels my full length inside her, a moan following suit.
“Holy sh—”
I place a finger on her lips. I don’t want her to swear when I’m trying to make her feel good. But when she starts sucking on my finger, I really lose myself in her, and it feels like I’m unable to control my lust.
I grab her leg and thrust in her hard and fast, not giving a shit about the consequences.
“Oh god … fuck me,” she begs, biting her lip.
I respond with more thrusts, and I grasp her tits for good measures too, twisting her nipples while I’m at it. Her soft squeals and groans fill me with a desire to the point of just hammering her. I can’t help that I’m a dirty bastard, but dirty bastards have needs too, and I’m so damn glad she can ease them.
With one hand around her leg and one hand holding the tie that binds her wrists, I plow into her with all I’ve got. She keeps rubbing herself, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head from all the pounding. I know she’s close again. I can feel it, inside her … her walls tightening around me.
“Come for me,” I growl. “Make me feel it.”
Her breath hitches in her throat as she mewls, “I’m so close.”
“Fuck yes, do it,” I groan, going in deep.
Her face scrunches up, and the most delicious shockwaves flow through her and into me. I can feel it … all the way through my dick and further. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world. It’s so damn good that I come too.
Plunging into her one final time, I jet my seed deep inside her.
“Fuck …” she hisses, our wetness mingling.
“Yes,” I say, smiling as I slowly pull out after we’re both sated.
Panting, I undo the tie around her wrists and throw it off the bed. Then I lean away and let her lie down on her pillow as I join her by her side. For a while, it’s quiet as we both catch our breath. However, I can’t help but stare at her. She’s beautiful. Sexy. Loves kinky shit. And she has a thing for coffee. I mean, what’s not to love?
There’s just one thing causing an issue here, which I think is exactly what she’s thinking about right now as she stares at the ceiling, refusing to even look at me.
She’s my intern, and I’m her boss.
We’re not supposed to sleep together.
Guess what? Too late.
Chapter 12
Lesley
As soon as I hear the familiar noise of my neighbors throwing shit down the hallway during a fight, I sit up straight in bed. My eyelids slowly part, still crusty from a terrible half-drunken sleep. I fight through the zombie state like it’s a life or death situation.
Why?
Because when I shifted in my spot after drooling in the middle of the night, I clearly, clearly spotted a man lying next to me.
And when I turn my head, he’s still there.
Naked.
I throw the blanket off me and jump out of bed, but when I realize I’m naked too, I cover my pussy with whatever I can find, which in this case is his tie.
“Shit,” I whisper to myself.
He groans, and I pray to god he doesn’t wake up.
Tiptoeing to my closet, I quickly grab a pair of panties, some pants, and a shirt, and I get the hell out of the bedroom.
Panting, I stare at him, still snoring on in my bed.
My fucking bed.
We had sex there.
It’s tainted now.
Fuck, I had sex with TJ Morrows.
I slept with my boss.
I’m insane. This is so wrong. Why did I do this? I should know better than this. But when I woke up in the middle of the night, I thought I’d dreamed it, yet there he is. In the naked, gorgeous flesh.
Pepper suddenly leaves the doggy bed I bought for her and jumps on my legs, almost making me fall. “Pepper, no! Down!” I whisper-yell at her.