Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
“No, thank you,” she says as if she’s not affected by the offer.
Am I affecting her? Is she imagining my mouth between her legs?
“How about a business card, Chloe? You told me you only give them out for business reasons, so… I’ve given you a reason.” I smile.
Her eyes flash with fire and it sends a thrill up my spine.
“I’d like you to take the bonus back, Derek. I don’t want your money.”
“I can’t reverse it,” I state. “It’s your money now.”
“Then I want to return it to you. I’ll write you a check.”
“I won’t cash it.”
“Maybe I’ll take the money and leave town then. Start a new life. Away from you.”
I step toward her. She folds her arms. I put my arms around her and pull her closer.
“I’d find you,” I state, looking deep into her eyes.
The flash of emotion in her eyes gives me another thrill.
After I pull her the rest of the way into my body so she can feel how happy I am to see her, I grab her by the back of the neck and kiss her. She tries to move away, but I deepen it, sliding my tongue along the seam of her bubblegum pink lips, squeezing her neck.
I pull back, leaving her swaying.
She’s affected.
“You wanna play a little cat and mouse and see what happens when I catch you, go for it. Otherwise, don’t test me. You’ll waste money and time. Because I would leave no stone unturned until I found you. And there’s no telling what sorts of punishments I’d have to dole out to you and the folks you care about. Now, are you going to eat soup now or do you want my cock first?”
She looks at me with a blend of fear and disgust.
“If I slide my hand under this skirt, will I find you wet?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“About to tick another sexy bucket list line item. You, under my desk, sucking me off while I’m on a call. I think I’ll make the call to your manager. Tell him how very happy I was to meet you. How very much your skills impress me.” I run my hand up and down her ass. “Maybe dangle the carrot of a test project for my nightclubs and that if it all goes well, I’ll consider recommending the company to my brother Jonah. He was into that line of business until recently. He sold his company, but left a lot of family businesses using it. Maybe we’ll move a contract or two your company’s way. There’s also Eli who has some car washes, car dealerships, and some RV dealerships sprinkled throughout the state. Suspect he’d be only too happy to reconsider who he uses for his marketing.”
I advance and she stumbles backwards, falling onto the small couch against the window, I’m on her, pinning her while I shove her skirt up and slide my hand into her panties.
“Stop it,” she demands, struggling.
“You’re wet, just like I knew you would be,” I tell her. “Your body knows you want me. I just need to work on the rest of you, huh?” I smile and slide a finger into her tight, wet heat. “I could live inside this body, you know that? I could spend my life inside you and be perfectly happy. Undo my pants, Chloe. You can suck me off next time. I need inside you right now.”
“Don’t,” she grunts, trying to shove me.
I work a second finger in and press the palm of my hand against her mound. I squeeze, pressing my fingers against her g-spot, then my thumb strokes from side to side, applying friction to her clit.
“Got ‘cha. Exactly where I want you.”
Her eyes grow wider and her fighting grip on my wrist loosens as I feel her body reacting to my touch. I pull her blouse from her skirt with my free hand, sliding it up her torso until I find a lacy bra cup. My fingers skate across a pebbled nipple while I taste the skin of her neck, pulling it into my mouth.
“No!” she snaps, breathlessly. “Stop trying to leave marks on me.”
She shoves me again.
“Fine, no marks this time,” I relent. “You can mark me, though. Nails on my back. A hickey on my neck.”
“No, thank you,” she mutters, but she’s not pushing me off any longer.
I pinch her clit between my thumb and index knuckle. She reacts with a stifled shudder, eyes on my face, teeth embedded in her bottom lip. Her chest rises and falls fast.
“Wanna come, baby? Want my mouth? Or my fingers? My cock?”
She closes her eyes and blows out a slow exhale. She’s conflicted. She needs my assurance here.
“I’m the bad guy, Chloe. We both know that. Just open your legs a little more and let me in like the good girl you are. This is my doing, not your fault.” I remove my hand from her blouse and caress her face. “You’re just doing what you’re told. You’re protecting what you care about from me. You don’t have to feel bad about coming on my fingers, my tongue, my cock. You’re just being the good girl you always are. Doing the right thing.”