Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“I want to talk about us, about what happened the other night, and how you ran off.”
Bunny swallowed, this thick lump forming in her throat. Her heart was beating like a racehorse.
“I want to know why you really ran off,” he said in a harsh tone, his emotions seeping through. “I want to know why you’re afraid of this, afraid of us.”
She didn’t know what to say, how to respond. Being honest with him scared the hell out of Bunny, but she wanted to tell him the truth so badly. “I…” God, how was she supposed to say all this?
Just spit it out, be honest, tell him like it is.
“I’m afraid of being with you, of what that will all mean.”
He was by her a second later, cupping both sides of her face and leaning down so they were eye level.
“Don’t you see, Bunny?”
She shook her head slowly. “See what?” she whispered.
He looked down at her lips. “That we were meant for each other.”
11
Brice couldn’t recall any time in his life when he had to do all the chasing. Women threw themselves at him most of the time, even if he wanted nothing to do with them. They wanted him because of his status, his wealth. They didn’t give a shit about him; just about what he could buy them, and how much better he could make their lives.
He wanted someone who completed him. And he’d found that with Bunny.
Bunny was everything he’d ever envisioned in a woman to share his life with.
She didn’t flirt, and she certainly hadn’t tried to capture his attention. It had all come naturally and because of that, it only served to make her more desirable. Nothing she displayed about herself was for show, or to make him want her.
She was there because she wanted to be.
“Brice, I’m … I don’t think I’m ready for this.” She breathed out slow and wouldn’t meet his gaze. “You’ve got a meeting in fifteen minutes and this is all new. You’re still my boss.” He took a step toward her, invading her space. He wasn’t going to have her use any excuse to get out of her feelings for him. They were there, he knew they were; she was just hiding them.
“You didn’t enjoy your time with me? It felt like you enjoyed it a hell of a lot.”
“It’s sex.”
“And?”
“And, well, sex is sex. That’s it.”
He smiled. Reaching out, he stroked her leg. She tensed up and he was sure he heard a little gasp. “It was more than that, Bunny. You know that. I felt the way you came undone for me, how you clutched at me and stared in my eyes as you climaxed. We rocked each other’s worlds.”
“This is not appropriate.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper, her pupils were dilated, and her breathing was erratic.
He chuckled. “Do you always follow the rules, Bunny?”
“Brice, I don’t know what game you’re play—”
He was done arguing with her. Gripping the back of her head, he slammed his lips down on hers, taking the kiss he wanted. Bunny didn’t put up much of a fight. She clung to him like she was desperate.
In fact, she gripped his shirt and a little moan filled the air and he knew he’d won. He moved her back until she was against his desk. Lifting her up, he placed her on the work surface, spreading her thighs so he could get as close to her as physically possible. He wanted nothing more than to shut out the entire world and fuck her like crazy. Breaking from her lips, he slid her jacket off her shoulders, kissing her neck, sucking on the pulse.
“Brice?”
“I know. I know it feels so good.”
He worked the buttons of her blouse, opening the shirt, and seeing that she wore one of these lace bras that only served to highlight her dark nipples. He didn’t want to wait any longer and so he sucked her tit through the fabric. She gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist tightly. She didn’t want him to let go. For a woman who kept on denying him, she was failing miserably at showing him that she didn’t actually want him. This was not a woman who didn’t want him, not with the way she rubbed her hand against the hardness of his cock.
She was fucking fire and he wanted to get burned more than anything else.
There was a sudden knock on his office door and Bunny jerked out of his arms. There was nowhere for her to go but her panicked eyes looked to him.
“Who is it?” he asked. He wanted to kill whoever had chosen that moment to come to his office to fucking talk.
“Sir, Bunny isn’t at her desk and Mr. Hargreaves is waiting.”
Fuck. Had it really been fifteen minutes?