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)
“What is it?” Laurie asks and I grin when I see her lipstick smeared around her mouth. It’s a good thing I’m not wearing lipstick yet. “Oh, dude… that’s so fucking cool. BACON PHONE RINGS!”
“Bacon doesn’t do that,” I mutter absentmindedly as I unbox my new gadget.
“I know that, you massive whore,” Laurie comments, still grinning as I hold the phone and feel its weight. “You need a sturdy case and screen protector before you break it.” She looks at Mr. Conti and then yanks on her own hair. “Fuck… ouch… stupid hand… THREEWAY WITH SIGNOR CONTI!”
Her hand slaps her mouth, on purpose this time. I fall back on the bed laughing, clutching my new phone to my chest.
“NO!” Kyle bellows, pushing past Mr. Conti and then stopping in his tracks when he realizes who it is. “Oh my God… my boss is in my girlfriend’s apartment.” He shakes his hand, awed. “I work in your finance department, I’m the one that delegates money to staff.”
“I always get my pay on time so you must be killing it,” I put in, smiling at Kyle.
He stops shaking Ezra’s hand and grins at me. “We should totally double date sometime.”
I wave my hand between Ezra and me, “Oh, we’re not—"
“Set up a thing and I’ll see what I can do,” Ezra responds, not correcting him.
“She’s his PA and like, weird friend, they’re not dating,” Laurie explains, ushering her lovestruck bae out of the room.
“Was I over the top?” I hear him whisper as he leaves and Ezra’s lips twitch.
“You didn’t correct him.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Going for dinner to celebrate an employee’s success over the years is a good reason—”
“To lie to your wife,” I finish for him.
“To spend more time with you,” he corrects but I’m not seeing a difference. “Don’t… it kills me every time your smile disappears because of what we…”
I brush it off. “Not here. Don’t talk about it. Not here, not anywhere.”
Because when I say it out loud, I can’t ignore it. When we’re forced to converse about it, I definitely can’t ignore it and that means we have to make a decision. The longer we go finding excuses not to talk about it, the longer we can pretend it only happened once.
“I’m going, Kyle’s driving me to work.” Laurie grins, grabbing hold of Mr. C so she can look around his dominating frame at me. “Love you. Have fun, kids. Use a condom.”
“Laurie,” I whine. She’s just trying to embarrass me in front of my boss, not realizing how close to the mark she is. My phone powers up, I put it on charge and use my forefinger to set it up.
The second the front door closes, his mouth is on mine and I can’t breathe. Though it’s the best way to starve of oxygen for definite.
“I’m trying to play,” I hiss, batting at his hands that are reaching under my skirt.
“Me too,” he mutters, shrugging off his jacket and yanking off his tie. Thank heavens for clip-ons.
“No…” I hiss, standing up and fighting with his hands. We look like freaking insects doing a mating dance. “Stop… not here. I don’t want our first time in a bed to be in my best friend’s bed. It’s weird.”
“But…” He looks down and so do I and I smirk when I see the bulge, hot and ready for me to make it feel better. “It hurts.”
“How about I kiss it better instead?” I whisper, biting on his lower lip. His eyes flare as his hands work his belt, pulling it free.
I drop to my knees, resting back onto my feet as I yank his pants down a little more and stare at it in the eye. It’s so big, and thick, I kind of want to compare it to cylindrical objects around the house.
I kiss the tip and grin up at him when he groans. I love the noises he makes when I’m making him feel good.
“I need to tell you something,” he says just as I wrap my lips around his solid, swollen head.
I pop free, keeping a grip on the base, and blink up at him. “Can it wait?”
“Uh-huh,” he chokes, and I take him back into my mouth.
I’m going to need to redo my hair and makeup by the time I’m done, my eyes are watering already. I fuck him with my mouth fast and furiously, sucking him, licking him, taking as much of him as I can. I play with his balls and rub his thighs with my fingers, all the while listening to him come undone.
“Tits,” he croaks, getting closer to the edge every second. “I want to come on your gorgeous fucking tits.”
“You sure? I was totally gonna let you come in my mouth.”
His eyes fly down to mine, wide and full of longing. I don’t get a chance to take a breath before he’s pushing past my lips again and coming on my tongue with an animalistic growl. I take him all, every ounce of him, salty, sweet, different. But that’s just him, he’s different. Not that I’ve sucked much cock. I gave Pax head quite often, but I never let him come in my mouth.