Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
The limo pulled up outside my apartment building, and I realized Britta’s never been here before.
“It’s crossing the line now, isn’t it? Me being in my boss’s house,” she asked, and I laughed. The lines had been blurred for weeks now. In fact, they were erased the moment I’d watched her wearing assless lingerie while she stared at my cock growing thick and hard with need for her.
“It’s just a drink,” I said, getting out of the car, but we both knew it wasn’t. She followed me inside the foyer where the doorman greeted us a pleasant evening. The elevator doors immediately opened, and soon we were shooting up to my penthouse. When the doors opened on my floor, the lights turned on, automatically illuminating the open floor space. She paused and stared at her new surroundings.
“So, this is how the other half live?” she said, smiling at me.
Britta looked fucking beautiful standing in my home. It suited her. I realized I wanted her in it more often and not just naked.
“What?” she asked, innocently, her brows frowning slightly at my expression.
“I was just thinking how much you suit being in this space.”
Britta burst out laughing. “Me?” She pointed around her. “In something like this? Maybe if I sold my soul to the devil... or maybe my body.”
“Come,” I said, grabbing her hand. “You can keep talking dirty to me in the kitchen.”
Her giggle made me smile. No woman had ever made me smile like her.
Retrieving two glasses and a bottle of wine, I started pouring as she took a seat on a bench stool.
Holding our glasses high, we made a toast.
“To proving just how strong you are, Britta.”
“Thank you,” she said. “To making it out unscathed.”
“That’s a bit of a stretch.”
She laughed, confused. “Why?”
I leaned forward until we were only inches apart. “The night isn’t over yet,” I reminded her.
She bit her lip. I fucking wanted to lose control when she did that. “Don’t do that,” I ordered. “It makes me want to do very bad things to you.”
“To office desks,” she toasted again, a wicked glimmer in her eyes.
“And to all the things we can do on an office desk.”
My mouth was on hers in a heartbeat. She tasted of wine and all things sweet, and I wanted to devour every bit of her body. Sliding my hands under her arms, I lifted Britta off the stool, and she wrapped her long legs around my waist, gripping tight. I kissed her hard, sucking in her bottom lip until she groaned against my mouth and my cock pressed between her thighs. She gently rolled her hips against me, and it took all the strength I had not to throw Britta on the floor and take her hard and fast. I knew better.
Britta deserved respect, and to be shown real intimacy. Not the shit she endured with Roman. Lifting her ass onto the counter, I slid my tongue to meet hers. She practically melted, raking her fingers through my hair and pulled me in deeper.
If she fucked like she kissed, we would never leave the apartment.
Bunching her dress high on her thighs, I slid my hands up her tingling skin until my fingers dance at her...
“You’re wearing panties,” I mouthed against her demanding lips.
She smiled between kisses. “Maybe I was hoping the night would finish with you taking them off.”
“You’re a bad, bad girl.”
Cupping her ass, I pulled her closer, my hard cock pressing against her wetness.
I wanted to take her on every surface of my apartment. I wanted her naked and writhing, pleading for me to stop and begging for more. Her taste was intoxicating. It was like crack for the first time, you wanted more and more just to get that fucking high one more time.
Hoisting Britta off the counter, her legs again wrapping around my waist, I carried her down the hall to the end door. Kicking it open, we entered the darkened office, and I sat her on the end of the large mahogany desk. The only light coming through was from the city lights shining through the floor-to-ceiling window bathing Britta in shimmering silver.
She went to speak, but I placed a finger against her swollen lips. Britta’s chest rose and fell heavily as she watched me pull my tie loose. She eyed it with anticipation, and I smiled, interpreting her every thought. Britta was a good girl with a dirty mind. Pulling her forward, I wrapped the tie around her wrists ensuring she couldn’t escape. She was practically panting when I stepped away. This was the state I wanted her in. This was the state, I had on many occasions, imagined her in.
I began to unbutton my shirt, Britta watching my every move. Dropping it to the ground, I started on my belt. Even in the shadows, I saw her tongue moisten her bottom lip.