Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
How do you expect to have a family, a voice hisses, if you can’t even have sex with him?
I spend the day copying his notes, resisting the urge to stop what I’m doing, and run my fingers over the paper in an effort to be close to him.
When Jaxon was talking about why he trusted Tyrone, some of his words really stuck with me. Kind to his mother.
That right there says so much about Jaxon, about the value he places on family, on being a good person.
I smooth my hands over my belly, sure I can feel a tingling teasing quiver in my womb when I think about him passing on those values to our children.
As the workday draws to an end and I’m gathering my things to leave, I glance at the office door, wondering if Jaxon is going to send someone for me or we’re going to meet later. We didn’t make any specific plans for our date, beyond the fact we both agreed to go on one.
That’s probably why I’m taking so long packing my things into my handbag, delay turning off my computer, doing everything I possibly can to expand the time I’ll be in the office.
Is this needy? Is this pathetic?
I don’t know. All I know is I want to see him again, a primal pressure deep inside of me.
“What’s taking so long in here?”
I look up to find Jaxon filling the doorway. He’s taken off his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up, showing off his powerful corded forearms. The top button on his pale blue shirt is undone, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of his chest.
“I’ve been standing out there for ten minutes.” He chuckles as he walks over to my desk. “But it seems you’d rather walk laps around your office.”
I giggle. “If you want the super-embarrassing truth, I was sort of delaying, you know… waiting for you, for news of our date.”
“Well, I was waiting outside the door to surprise you with a kiss. I made sure I was done in time for you to finish work.”
My heart flutters as he walks around the desk, looming over me, looking down with the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. Reaching down, he cups my cheeks with his hands, his smirk widening as he brings his lips to mine.
“I missed you,” he says passionately.
“I missed you too,” I whisper.
Our kisses are coming easier now, with less initial uncertainty on my side, our mouths opening as though they’ve tasted each other a thousand times before. And yet, despite this beautiful new level of comfort, each moment feels fresh and exciting, a combination that should be impossible.
And yet everything I feel for this man should be impossible, so that’s not saying much.
“You drive me crazy,” he growls, breaking the kiss off. “If I wasn’t such a gentleman I’d bend you over this desk and fuck you raw.”
I glance at the office door as my pussy contracts, as my belly spits flames and embers glow in the deep special place, the place that tells me to reach down and clamp onto his manhood.
“Carmen’s gone home,” he says when he sees me looking. “The office is empty.”
He looks meaningfully at me. There’s so much need inside of him, like any second he’s going to throw me down and take me.
I almost ache for him to do it, to roughly take control and drive up inside of me, push aside my panties and claim me, fuck me raw and hard until I forget what it’s like to doubt myself.
But I can’t dislodge the notion that, once we’re naked together, once he’s ready, I’ll fumble and mess up and bring the moment crashing down.
“Not here,” I whisper.
He nods, accepting my decision, without a hint of resentment in his expression. “I know. You’re right. When I take you, it’s going to be on silk sheets, with blackout curtains… so no one can see you. But I’ll be turning the lights on because I need to see you.”
I clutch onto his back, moaning softly. “I want that. I just…”
“It’s okay,” he whispers in my ear. “We don’t have to rush. But I’m not going to stop telling you how sexy you are, either, so you might as well get used to it.”
Closing my eyes, I push myself firmly against his chest, listening to his drumming heartbeat. “Is everything okay with the Tyrone situation?”
It’s probably not the best thing to ask, but I need something to break the moment, before I snap and tell him to take me, to bend me over and stroke the helm of his engorged manhood over my ass, teasing close to my hole…
“Fuck him,” Jaxon growls. “I don’t want to think about him, not tonight. This is about me and you, Jessie, not some lowlife who thinks he’s tough because he arranged a few robberies.”