Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“I was looking forward to it, so if you’re not busy . . .”
“Since both of our schedules are free, I could fill your time slot if that will make you feel better.”
“It would.” Not a second of hesitation. The woman’s not holding back. I approve.
Dropping my feet to the floor, I say, “Be right there.”
I swing my door open, making eye contact with Leanna. She says, “I saw you canceled the meet—”
“It’s back on. Please block out the next hour.”
I’m already one desk closer to Liv when Leanna asks, “Do you want me to take notes?”
I wave my hand over my shoulder. “No need. I’ll handle this alone.” I round the corner, saying hello to one of the other assistants who passes me with a smile and greeting and then a guy from design before I round the next corner. My pace picks up until I’m standing outside her office and knocking.
“Come in.”
I’m coming in alright. I open the door and close it behind me. Our eyes catch just as the sound of the lock snaps it into place. “Hello.”
She smiles. “Hello. Please, have a seat.’
I come around the desk and lift her out of the chair. Sitting down, I set her on my lap. A giggle escapes as she wraps her arms around me. “Why did you cancel our meeting?”
“I had something come up.” I probably didn’t need to cock my eyebrow, but it went up on its own.
“Oh my,” she says, teasing . . . er, I mean wiggling on top of me. “You sure did. How can I help you with that?”
“Should we brainstorm some ideas?”
“No.” She gets to her feet and says, “I know just how to handle the situation.”
When she begins to kneel before me, I try to stop her descent. “Hey. You don’t have to do that. We’re just messing around.”
She lands on her knees, then reaches back to take off her shoes. Placing her hands on my legs, she slides them higher. “I know. I want to.”
I tried . . .
Resting back, I watch her gaze, following the slow glide of her hands over my dress pants. Her pace remains the same when she reaches my belt, savoring every part of the process.
She lifts as she unzips, and says, “I’ve never done anything like this.”
“I’m not saying I don’t want to watch you fuck me with your mouth.” I sit up, stroking the side of her head and then lift her chin. “I’m just wondering why now?”
“Because I’m tired of following the rules. They don’t get me anywhere anyway. Because this connection we share has me wanting to please you. Maybe that makes me sound weak, but I feel strong in my desire for you. And because I want to live life on my terms. Lift.”
I lift, and she yanks my pants down. Holy fuck. She demands my boxer briefs next. I oblige. I’m happy to give her what she wants.
Her hands stack on top of each other, wrapped around my dick. There’s plenty of length left for her mouth to take ownership of, and she does. Without pause, her tongue sweeps across the head and then dips to lick around the edge.
Gripping my thighs, Liv possesses the brazen nerve to look me straight in the eyes before going all the way down. My eyes close, my head dropping back against the white leather. A wave of heat crashes over me as I sink into the pleasure of what she’s doing to me.
What the fuck am I doing?
I open my eyes, wanting, needing, to watch her take me like she’s never had anything so delectable in her mouth before. Grabbing hold of my erection with one hand, she strokes the base while her mouth takes my head repeatedly.
When her hair cascades around her and lands on my legs, I shift it over her shoulders to lock this image into my memories. “So good, babe. Can you go deeper?”
She covers half of me, her teeth scraping lightly as she retreats before going deeper each time as if it were a challenge she intends to beat. A moan escapes, the vibration of air causing my dick to twitch. But the way her hips thrust tempt me to take her over this desk.
My body tenses as my head rolls back, my orgasm striking before I have a choice. Grabbing her head, I still her as I pump in and out of her mouth, my release colliding with her throat. “Oh fuck.”
The intensity of the high drops me back in reality, and I take a breath. I open my eyes to find her still consuming all of me. I rub her cheeks with my thumbs as she slides off and then dabs the corner of her lips with the tip of her ring finger.
The shine to her eyes causes me to ask, “Are you okay?”