Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“Come back to bed,” he pleads, patting the space beside him.
I claim it and curl into his side. He’s so warm and cozy. I like this. I didn’t think I would, but I do.
“Are you ready to go again yet?” I ask and his smile returns. “Because I need to have six orgasms.”
“Six?”
I nod, pressing my lips together so I don’t laugh. I don’t actually need six, but I really want more of what we just did before my courage hides away. “If that’s okay?”
“I like a challenge.”
He conquers it too, getting me to orgasm six before finally, we sleep.
Chapter Eleven
He’s handsome.
I wake up to an empty bed and sigh. I was expecting it; I didn’t think he’d stay but the way he held me in his arms all night I kind of hoped he would.
My phone rings and I wonder if it might be him, so I roll over and look at it, sitting up as naked as the day I was born.
“Mr. C?” I ask around a yawn, putting the phone on speaker and placing it on my desk.
“Can you come into the office? I need you for some things.”
I rub my tired eyes and cringe when I see the mascara on them. “Ugh.”
“You still there?”
“Yeah, I’m just waking up.”
“You’re not up already?” he asks, and I put the phone back to my ear while scrubbing at my face with a makeup remover wet wipe.
“Apparently not,” I grumble, looking at myself in the mirror as I scrub my face clean.
I shriek a shrill noise when I see somebody standing in my bedroom doorway, leaning against the jamb with hungry eyes on my naked body.
“Did I scare you?” Pax asks, wearing only his boxers and T-shirt.
“Yes,” I reply, pressing my hand to my chest to calm my racing heart. “I thought you’d gone.”
“And miss round four, not a chance.” He presses his body to mine and lifts me like he did when we entered my apartment last night. My butt rests on the vanity table, it’s cold.
He bites my lip and starts to kiss me. I lose myself. Forgetting about my phone for a moment.
“MY PHONE!” I yell, bringing it back to my ear as Pax laughs silently. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Mr. Conti, are you still there?”
“Still here,” he replies, sounding strained.
“Are you desperate? Because if you’re desperate I’ll come.”
“You certainly will,” Pax murmurs, biting on my ear.
“Will you stop?” I snarl at him but I can’t stifle my smile. I love how attentive he is.
He kisses down to my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from whimpering.
“Desperate, definitely desperate,” Conti replies. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
Groaning, because he’s sinking into me, our hips at the perfect height for sex, I tell my boss, “I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Try to be quicker.”
I disconnect the call and wrap my arms around Pax’s neck.
He’s so good at this.
A while later we collapse on my bed side by side, both sweaty and panting.
“How’d I do?” he asks, breathlessly.
“Nine hundred and twenty-two,” I respond and check my watch. “I need to get ready for work.”
“I was hoping we’d spend the day together,” he mutters, pouting.
Boldly, I straddle him and press my lips to his. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Good,” he slaps my ass and watches as I head out of my bedroom, still butt naked.
The way he praises my body constantly makes me feel beautiful and not self-conscious at all. All he did all night was whisper words of praise and call me sexy and a goddess… it was amazing.
Better than I ever could have expected.
“I wish I’d saved my first time for you,” I tell Pax when he climbs into the shower with me.
“We’ll just pretend that your first time never happened,” he responds proudly. “I gave you your first penetrative orgasm. I want it on a certificate so I can display it in my office.”
“If you ever put that on display, I will put your penis on display beside it.”
He laughs like I’m hilarious, little does he know how serious I’m being.
I stumble into the office feeling sore, frazzled, but very happy, and smile at Mr. C the moment I clock him with my eyes behind his desk.
“Morning,” I cry cheerily, and he raises his brows at me. “What do you need me to do?”
He motions for me to sit and slides a manila envelope my way when I do, dumping my bag on the floor beside me.
“What’s this?” I question, opening the folder and pulling out the stack of papers within.
“It’s a massive clusterfuck of a situation is what it is.” He motions for me to slide my chair around to his side, but I nod to the sofa instead. He has a modern leather sofa by the window, in front of a black, wooden coffee table. It’s where he naps usually though I don’t know how because it’s not the comfiest seat in the world.