Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
She glanced at me, a sheepish expression stealing across her face as her cheeks turned pink. “Oops. Sorry.”
I laughed and took her hand, lacing our fingers together and leading her to the space I used when I was working in this building. She looked around nervously as if she was afraid someone would see us holding hands, although she didn’t attempt to pull away. I’d been counting down the days until I could touch her like this, claiming her as mine out in public. But this was probably a shock to her system, having everything change so abruptly. Perhaps I should have eased her into it, but I was consumed by the ardent need to make sure everyone knew she belonged to me.
It only took a few minutes to reach our destination, but that was all the time I needed to imagine all the different ways I could fuck her on my desk. I had to remind myself she deserved more for her first time than for me to spread her out on a table and pop her cherry.
Besides, I wanted to be somewhere we could be uninhibited, without fear that someone would hear or catch us. We’d save that for down the road when she wasn’t so new to sex.
I released her hand to grab a couple of folders from my desk and stuffed them into my briefcase. Then I took her hand again and walked toward the parking garage where my driver was waiting.
When we stepped out into the cold, Samantha shivered, so I immediately pulled her into my side. Garrett took my briefcase and opened the door for us to slide into the back of the car.
Since we were underground and the car had tinted windows, there wasn’t much light inside. So when the door shut, we were plunged into near darkness. The delicious scents of cinnamon and citrus filled my lungs, but I frowned when I couldn’t feel her body heat next to me. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that she’d scooted all the way to the far side of the bench seat and was sitting primly with her ankles crossed and her hands folded in her lap. To anyone else, she would look calm and relaxed, but I sensed her tension.
I snickered as the car began to move, and she shifted awkwardly in her seat. When we drove out into the sun and light filled the space, she stole a peek at me with her peripheral vision. Another chuckle rumbled in my chest, and she turned her head to fully take me in. “What’s so funny?” she asked sharply, appearing confused and annoyed at the same time. Adorable.
“You’re eighteen, Samantha.”
“I am,” she confirmed even though it hadn’t been a question.
I let the silence hang between us for a moment, thinking she’d quickly work out the point I was trying to make. But her expression was wary, and I realized that she was afraid to make any assumptions. So I spelled it out for her. “I told you to be ready, baby doll. You’re mine, and I’m done with the distance between us.”
Her head canted to the side, her lips curled down, and her fingers fidgeted in her lap. “I fail to see what’s funny about that.”
I grinned and shrugged. “I’m sorry, baby doll. I probably shouldn’t have laughed, but you scooting all the way over there, putting distance between us and thinking you could get away with it…struck me as funny.”
Before she could say another word, I wrapped my big hands around her waist and lifted her up, then settled her on my lap, facing me with her bent legs straddling me. I unzipped her coat and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Damn, I fucking loved her breasts. Big and round, they strained against her pink sweater, and her hard nipples were poking through her bra and shirt.
“Nothing is standing in my way anymore, Samantha,” I explained, my voice low and gritty from the effort not to rip her top off and suck on her stiff peaks. “Nothing stopping me from claiming you”—I slid one of my hands from her waist to her ass and dragged her closer until her center was nestled over the large, hard bulge in my pants—“nothing to stop me from popping your cherry”—my other hand slipped between up to cup her sex—“and filling this tight, little pussy with my cock, marking you inside and out.”
Samantha’s eyes were slightly glazed, and her tits bounced enticingly from her erratic breathing. I leaned in until our lips were just shy of touching. “Does that make you hot, baby doll? I can feel the heat from your pussy, and I bet if I put my hand down your pants, I’d find you drenched, wouldn’t I?”
She blinked a few times, looking a little unsure, and I pressed our mouths together for a quick, soft kiss, then pulled back to stare into her clear blue pools. I raised a brow, letting her know I was waiting for her answer and wasn't going to let this go. “Yes,” she whispered, and blood rushed to her cheeks as fast as mine drained to my dick.