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)
His hand creeps up toward my chest underneath my dress, and as he stands up, he pushes me down. “Lie down … Let me get a good look at you.”
I do what he says, sucking in a breath as his fingers inch closer to my nipples. Right before he reaches them, he stops. Leaning over his desk, he reaches for the cup that holds several pens, scissors, and pencils … and he takes out the scissors.
When he holds them up to me, he murmurs, “Don’t be scared.”
“I never know what to expect with you,” I reply.
He smiles. “Expect sex … and lots of it.” He pushes the scissors close to my thigh, making me clench my legs. A soft snip and my panties are loose. “If you’re with me, that is,” he adds, tucking the panties in his secret panty drawer where he hides the ones he gets from me. “Are you?”
I nod, smiling at the thought of what he does to those panties when I’m not around. It’d probably be something I’d love to watch … and maybe I’d play along too.
“Say the words then,” he murmurs, smashing the scissors back on the desk next to me. He drags my dress up so he can look and lets his fingers roam freely across my pussy. I mewl in delight.
“What words?” I ask, closing my eyes as I let him spoil me.
“What am I to you? Just your boss?” he says as he slides his finger up and down, teasing me.
“More …”
“More what?” he asks, circling my clit with his thumb.
“My … lover,” I reply.
He snickers softly. “Good one.” His hand leaves my pussy, and it feels like he just robbed me of the most amazing fuck ever. So I grasp his wrist and say, “No, don’t stop.”
He jerks his arm free and cocks his head at me, just staring for a while. “Tell me what we are then.”
I lean up on my elbows and say, “Is that why you called me here? To talk about us? I thought you wanted to have sex.”
He towers over me and grabs my chin, making me look at him. “Oh, believe me, I want to and will fuck your brains out every goddamn day of the week if that’s what it takes to make you admit.” I swallow at the prospect. “But first, I need to hear the words from your mouth.”
“Why?”
“Because you matter to me. And after what you did for me … for my mother and brother… I wanna know where we stand.”
I take a deep breath and murmur, “Well …”
His thumb brushes over my lip as he pushes me down to the desk again with sheer intimidation. “Well, what?”
His hand hovers over my chest, and in a desperate attempt to get him to caress me again, I arch my back, but he won’t touch me. Not until I admit what I’ve been feeling. Not until I tell him how I really feel.
“You goddamn blackmailer.”
He grins. “I said I wanted to fuck you and give you all the pleasure in the world. I never said it would be easy.”
“Fine. We’re … more than lovers.”
“What are we?” he says, grabbing my pussy as his lips hover dangerously close to mine. “Are you mine?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Say it then.”
My breath hitches in my throat as his grip on my pussy tightens. “I’m yours.” I can feel it everywhere, in my bones, in my veins … I want him more than anything.
“Will you stop denying yourself this? Denying me this?” His finger dips inside me, and I gasp for air.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan, almost wanting to beg him.
“Good.” He smiles wickedly. “Then I guess that officially makes you my girlfriend.”
Chapter 25
Lesley
“What?” My eyes open wide.
“You heard me,” he muses, but I have no time to respond. “You can’t deny it anymore.”
His head immediately dives between my legs, and he starts licking me furiously. And oh my god, it feels so goddamn good. His tongue is everywhere, on all the places that make me wanna scream his name. He’s doing it just the right way, lapping me up like he can’t get enough.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Lesley,” he murmurs against my skin. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I moan as his tongue presses against my clit.
“Fuck … I love hearing those words,” he growls, and he starts sucking like crazy.
It’s so good; I get to the point where I’m scrambling to hold something. My fingernails dig into the wood as I struggle to breathe while moaning. His tongue works me like magic, and when his fingers join in, I lose it.
“Fuck me,” I groan.
“See? If you give in to the pleasure, it’s much easier …”
“Oh, shut up,” I sneer.
His free hand finds its way underneath my dress again, and he pinches my nipple so hard I almost scream. “Fuck!”