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)
I love it when he talks dirty to me. It’s tame in comparison to how most people talk dirty but like I said, this is all new to me.
“Morning, Mrs. Conti.” I smile as she exits the elevator.
“Good morning, Rose,” she returns happily and places a cream envelope on my desk. She always looks so gorgeous and glamorous, with her long blonde hair, perfectly straight to her shoulders, her perfect-looking skin and glowing brown eyes. Her clothes are designer, always. I’ve never seen her wearing anything from Walmart let’s put it that way. “It’s an invitation to our annual Christmas ball.”
“A work thing?”
“Oh no, dear, not for work, it’s optional.”
“Oh, wow.” I pick up the envelope, surprised I got an invitation at all. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” she replies, giving me another genuine smile before entering her office to speak to her husband.
Since what she and her husband said about me, she has tried to apologize numerous times. I don’t know if she felt guilty, or just worried I’d stop taking Maria to her extra-curriculars. I swear these days I have her daughter more than she does. Not that I mind. I adore Maria and she adores me. We have a lot of fun together. Tuesdays are our days, though recently I’ve been filling in a lot of gaps.
This also means I’ve been spending more time with Mr. C because he tends to show up to soccer and then sticks around and Maria makes me stay. When he said twelve days ago that we are friends, I didn’t put much thought into it but I suppose he’s right. I spend more time with him than anyone, and when we’re not working, he’s either throwing things at me when I’m organizing his office, or we’re laughing our asses off together.
We have a great time. I didn’t realize how much I was starting to enjoy my job and that’s not all because of Pax.
I add the date of the party to my calendar and wonder what to wear. I’m going to have to buy yet another outfit.
Le sigh.
“Mr. Conti, I’m just stepping away from my desk for a moment,” I say into the speaker.
“No problem,” he replies, though it sounds strained.
I bet they’re having sex. They usually do when she visits, which isn’t often.
I head to Pax’s office, giving Julia a smug grin as I pass. She knows we’re seeing each other; she’s caught us making out like school kids twice and she is really jealous. She wants him and that makes me feel a bit nervous, though I’m going to be smug about it for the time being.
“Think we can do a three hundred?” Pax asks the moment I open the door and close it behind me.
He draws the blinds over the glass windows that face Mr. Conti’s offices. All the offices are mostly glass but nobody ever opens their privacy blinds so they may as well have built them with brick.
I smile against his mouth, my back against the door as he pulls up my skirt, wraps my leg around his hip and thrusts inside. His cock encased in a ribbed rubber that feels incredible when I clench around it.
“That’s it,” he whispers in my ear, licking at the lobe as his hands grip my ass.
I cling on to his neck for dear life, hoping he stays this addicted to me forever.
The burning starts when I put my hand between us and tweak my clit. If we only have three hundred seconds, I want to make sure I come in time.
Mr. Conti will be mad if I leave him for more than that and Pax won’t let me go until I finish. There’s no faking it with him.
Although Mr. Conti is probably doing this exact thing with his wife right now, so maybe I do have a bit more time.
“You’re fucking gorgeous. Your pussy… so tight,” he grits, whispering in my ear.
I’m so close. So so very close. My head falls back, thudding against the door.
I can hardly breathe.
“Almost there, you’ve gotta get there with me,” he hisses, pressing his forehead to mine, his moans getting louder and his breathing more erratic.
The door pushes against my back.
We forgot to lock it!
I squeak and we both push it back, so it clicks shut.
“I’m busy,” Pax barks and I giggle into his neck.
“So am I,” Mr. Conti barks and to say we separate quickly is an understatement.
“Fuck,” Pax panics, fumbling with his trousers and belt as I yank down my skirt and try to fix my face without a mirror.
We must look a mess. Pax’s hair is wild, his lips are swollen, his cheeks flushed. I’m visibly trembling. I was so close to orgasm that if I just press my clit like a button I will pop like a balloon.
Pax grins at me and then opens the door as I browse his bookshelf casually.