Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“What’s the big emergency?” she asks impatiently, looking around like something’s going to jump out and bite her.
“Follow me.” I grab her hand and lead her up the stairs of the auditorium stage and don’t stop walking until we’re hidden behind the massive red velvet curtains located stage left.
“Mack, what are you doing? What’s going on?”
I grin down at her. “Just making sure we have some privacy.”
“Privacy?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “What are you talking about?”
“I know we’re just coworkers now, but I feel compelled to tell you that I’ve missed you.” I step a little closer, ensuring that our chests are mere inches from each other. “A fucking lot, actually.”
“Huh?” Her nose scrunches up in the cutest way, and her blue eyes scrutinize mine. “What is happening right now?”
“Katy,” I whisper her name and reach out to run my index finger down her cheek. I even stop to brush a piece of her hair behind her ear. “This just-coworkers thing doesn’t feel right, you know?”
In a matter of seconds, I watch her face go from puzzled to outraged. “This is the emergency?”
I shrug. “My need to see you was urgent.”
“You said it was about Career Day!”
“Did I?” I question and punctuate it with a dramatic tilt of my head. “Are you sure?”
“Mack Houston!” She smacks at my chest, but she doesn’t step away from me. “Do not tell me you brought me here to flirt with me.”
“What can I say, babe? Sometimes, desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“Desperate?” she repeats through a snort. “What do you have to be desperate about?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I retort and take one step closer to her, this time making sure our chests are pressed against each other. Carefully, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her even tighter to me.
She doesn’t pull back. If anything, she willingly moves forward.
Hell yes.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Katy,” I say as I just barely brush my lips against hers.
“Y-you haven’t?” Her voice is a mere whisper. And her breasts move against my chest as I feel her take a big inhale of air and slowly let it escape her lungs.
I shake my head, and my lips brush hers again.
“You are so much trouble,” she chastises, but I don’t miss the way her gaze flits from my eyes to my mouth and back to my eyes again.
“You know, I could say the same thing about you,” I counter. “I don’t think it’s healthy for me to be so obsessed with having more fun with you.”
She searches my eyes, and I decide now is the time to go big or go home.
“Isn’t it obvious, Katy Cat?” I brush my index finger down her cheek, savoring the soft skin beneath my fingertip. “You drive me fucking wild.”
“I do?”
I nod again, and this time, I move both of my hands to her cheeks, cupping them tenderly as I lock our gazes together. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
She stares back at me, her gaze flitting between my eyes and my mouth again, and I give her five seconds to decline before I make my next move.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
My lips to hers, I take her mouth in a gentle but carefully coaxing kiss. She tastes like the fruity gum I often smell her chewing in the teachers’ lounge, and it feels like a victory that I can finally know the flavor is strawberry.
And when I feel a moan vibrate from her chest, all bets are off. My kiss turns hungry, and I slide my tongue past her lips to mingle with hers.
Her body melts against mine, and it’s my undoing. I grip her ass in my hands, and I lift her up until she wraps her legs around my waist. Without thought, I move us toward the nearest wall and press her back to it.
Her lips turn demanding, kissing and sucking at my mouth in passionate waves. She grips my shoulders, and then she moves her hands to my hair, tugging at the strands in desperation.
And her hips, her fucking hips, they gyrate and wiggle against mine until my cock grows hard as stone beneath my khaki slacks.
I slide my hands under her dress and her panties to grip the bare flesh of her perfect ass, and that only makes her grind harder against me.
Our moans mingle and dance, and I don’t know how long we stay like that, but fuck, I’m so close to losing it completely and tearing her panties off her body that I don’t know how I manage to contain myself.
Beneath her straitlaced exterior, Katy Dayton is a sexpot. I’ve experienced this on more than a few occasions, and it’s done nothing for my sanity. If anything, it’s only made me want her more. Seeing her let herself go feels like a secret honor that I want to keep for myself.