Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
The more I read about Shelley Royce, the more in love I fall with this agency. Shelley is a dynamic, outgoing person, and it seems like every one of the speakers she represents is the same. The marketing content is bright, energetic, and engaging. I know it’s going to be an absolute joy to work in this environment.
Shelley told me that much of my job would involve content writing and graphic creation, although I will be learning some administrative duties to share with her assistant Darcy, who’ll be training as an apprentice agent. Although I’m thrilled to have a job doing marketing, the fact that Shelley promotes from within her company makes me wonder if I can do more in the future? I have never once thought about being an agent, but right now, I’m so dazzled by this new job, I think everything looks glamorous.
I hear the door lock click and turn to see Cannon entering. As happens every time I see him, I have a momentary loss of breath. Not just because he’s gorgeous but because of the many wonderful things he’s shown me over the last two and a half weeks.
He grins and holds up a white bag. “I’m free until two p.m. Can you take a lunch break? I got deli sandwiches.”
I grin back. “Of course I can take a break. Shelley said that I can be as flexible as I want with my hours when I’m working remotely, especially with me being out here on the West Coast this week.”
A gleam enters Cannon’s eye, and his mouth curves into a sexy smile. “So, you can take longer than an hour for lunch?”
I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously even as my pulse quickens. “Theoretically.”
Cannon dumps the bag on the desk and pulls me out of my chair. One hand goes to the back of my head, fingers twisting in my hair, and he slams his mouth down on mine. The kiss is explosive and disarming, and I’m immediately drowning in lust.
Cannon hauls me up his body, and my legs go around his waist. My arms encircle his neck, and I kiss him as he walks us into the bedroom.
His tongue rolling along mine and my hips flexing desperately to make contact with what I know will already be an impressively hard cock, has us both panting in a matter of seconds. Cannon and I burn searingly hot the minute we touch each other, and I wonder if that will ever fade.
God, I hope not.
He uses his grip on the back of my head to pull my mouth from his, and I shiver over the glittering promise in his eyes. “I’ve been thinking about this all morning.”
I don’t know if that’s true, since Cannon keeps work and personal separate, but maybe.
I’m not as strong as he is. “I’ll admit you’re breaking into my thoughts during the day too.”
Cannon kisses me again—fiercely swift—and the next thing I know, he’s tossing me down on the bed.
“Let’s make effective use of our time,” he says as he pulls the bottom of his shirt free from his pants. “Get your clothes off.”
It’s a mad scramble of kicking off shoes, hauling shirts overhead, and shimmying out of bottoms. I’ve got a head start on him, though, since I was barefoot, and I’m completely naked by the time he’s shoving his pants and underwear down his legs.
He straightens once all offending material is free, and my mouth waters as I take in his honed, muscular body and his proud erection.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, and then I’m immediately embarrassed by my words. I’ve never called a man beautiful before, but Cannon seems to like it.
He’s on me in an instant, covering my body with his own and kissing me with quiet desperation. Hands are all over me, squeezing my breasts, biting my shoulder, tongue swirling over my nipple. Within seconds, I’m a writhing, squirming mess of a woman who, without an ounce of shame, begs, “Can we please just hurry up and fuck?”
Cannon’s tongue pauses its tease of my belly button as his head lifts and he gives me a lazy smile. I can read the expression on his face that says the more I beg, the slower he’ll go.
I feel it’s only fair to point out, “You’re the one who said we needed to maximize our time.”
He scoots even farther down the bed and hovers his mouth right over my pussy.
“You mean to tell me that you’d rather me fuck you than lick you?”
I groan at the choice because both are equally delicious. Cannon uses his fingers to expose my clit, and he bends down to run his tongue in lazy circles around it. Garbled babbling comes out of my mouth, and my hips punch upward.
Cannon chuckles darkly, knowing damn well that I’m not going to push him away. So I lie there and take it as he devours me, licking and sucking and pressing his fingers into me. When I’m crazy and half out of my mind with begging—on the precipice of an orgasm—the man surges upward, fists his cock, and drives inside me.