Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
This girl is going to burn me if I’m not careful.
She looks over at me, smiling, and I know I’m going to have to say something more than my stupid mumbling. I’m a grown man, I have to act like it.
When she leaves the small room and enters the studio's main area, I take her in. There’s a rosy hue coloring her cheeks. Her eyes are shimmering as if she’d been crying.
Her lips are plump and glossy, and her gaze is directed at me. “Was that okay? I mean, we could always do it again.”
“There’s no need for another run through. You’re perfect,” I tell Clover, holding her shoulders in my grasp, feeling the electric energy taking over our connection. It’s the same feeling I had last night when I touched her. When my lips brushed against hers, it was as if there was a forcefield dragging me closer.
“Let’s get a drink, and we can talk about the next song,” I tell her, leading her toward the sofa that’s sitting against the wall. Grabbing a bottle of chilled water, I hand it to her before twisting the cap off mine.
With one long sip, I try to calm myself as I settle in beside her. My gaze is dragged toward Clover and the motion of her throat as she swallows down the water. My cock pulses in my slacks, thickening as I imagine her swallowing my dick just like that.
“So,” she says, distracting me from the illicit thoughts that are plaguing me constantly.
“So, do you to do something more upbeat? I’ve only heard a couple of your songs, ‘Delicate Surrender’ being one of them. Hearing it live… it’s different.”
Her eyes widen at my words. “Different? Is that good or bad?” Her question is filled with worry, and I chuckle, my hand finding a place on her thigh, causing her to tremble the same way she did last night.
God. If this continues, I’ll be balls deep inside her in the next few minutes.
“It’s a very good thing.” My assurance calms her somewhat, but I’m sure it’s my resting hand that’s making her turn a darker shade of red.
“Thank you,” she answers before turning away. Her focus on everything other than me. I want her gaze on me, I’m hungry for it. I lean in closer, hoping not to scare her, but to bask in her fragrance.
“I know I shouldn’t say this,” I start softly. “But I can’t stop thinking about what would happen if I weren’t working with you.”
Her eyes meet mine and widen. “What would happen?” The gentle tone of her voice does things to me. Things I’m not prepared for.
“I feel like I’m out of my depth,” I admit. “This isn’t something I usually do.” I’m not sure I’m making any sense. “I’ve never been so attracted to someone I had to work with. Professionalism is always key to my job, and none of the artists who have been in the studio with me has ever captured me the way you do.”
The blush I’ve come to crave trails from her face, down her neck and to the porcelain flesh of her cleavage. That doesn’t help my need for her, and it certainly doesn’t satiate the hunger that’s taken hold of me.
“It’s against company policy for me to do anything more than taking you for a professional dinner.”
“I wouldn’t want you getting into trouble. I’m not one to break the rules.” Her expression is serious. I imagine her as a teenager who never stayed out past curfew.
Did she have boyfriends? The answer to that could go either way—jealousy would overtake me, and I’d certainly want to claim her. I can’t stop picturing her on her knees before me, taking my cock in her mouth, those plump, glossy lips wrapping around the base of my shaft as she swallows me deep.
“Did you hear me?”
My attention is dragged back to the present by Clover staring at me as if I’m crazy. Perhaps I am. I may be wanting more than she’s willing to give. I haven’t thought about that as an option.
“No, I’m sorry,” I tell her.
“I was just saying why don’t we go for dinner tonight, maybe it will be boring, and you’ll be done with me. And maybe I’ll be bored with you.”
A chuckle leaves my lips when I lean in once more and whisper, “I would never be bored of you, little one.” My mouth moves toward her ear, and I can’t help but murmur, “I’ll make sure you’re so attuned to me that every time you sit down you ache for me, each time you stand, you can feel your wet panties as they touch your smooth flesh, and every time you look at me, your nipples will harden painfully because you’ll need my mouth on them.”
Her gasp in response makes my dick throb, attacking my zipper in an attempt to seek her hand out, or even her mouth, ideally, her pussy. But right now, we’re in the office and the moment I get her alone, I know I’ll want another taste of the sweet girl.