Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Zeke…”
That, I didn’t imagine. She moaned my name. Holy shit.
Now, there’s nothing in the world that could get me away from this door. I lean in, pressing my ear to the wood. There’s a faint buzzing noise in the room, too. A vibrator? How the hell did she get her hands on a vibrator? I would have known about that. Then again, she could’ve easily ordered one online over the summer or even before then, for all I know. They sell those things all over the place now, and she could have mixed it in with a bunch of other things she needed. The boss looks at the bank statement but stops short of going through her packages. One little bit of privacy he gives her.
He’s probably afraid he’d find her ordering tampons or something else that would embarrass him. He’d be worse than embarrassed if he knew she had a sex toy.
I close my eyes, concentrating on the sound of her soft moans. What would she look like in there? Legs spread, eyes closed, mouth hanging open while her head turns from side to side on the pillow. Her hair would be splayed out in a fan all around her.
Is she dressed? No, I don’t think so. I think she would strip down and use her free hand to tease her other sensitive places. Starting with her tits, those perfect tits, her pretty, pink nipples standing out in tight peaks. In my depraved mind, she lifts one of them to her lips and swipes her tongue over the tip. Fuck.
The buzzing gets a little louder. My cock is straining, precum soaking into my boxer briefs. That’s all I’m wearing, so there’s nothing to hide the erection sticking out in front of me. I run my palm over it and groan softly, lost in the mental image of a goddess splayed out on her bed, getting off while thinking of me. Moaning my name. It’s me she’s imagining with her, my fingers and tongue against her pussy instead of a vibrator. She’s probably soaking wet, lips coated in her juices. I’m not going to be able to handle this much longer before I have to release.
“Oh, yes… yes…” I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to open the door and go in, to take her the way I know she’s dying for me to. The way I’ve been dying to since the day the boss brought her home. This is insane. This can’t happen. He’d kill me.
But he’s not here. And holy fuck, I’m going to die anyway if I don’t do something about this. I’ve been a fucking saint up to this point. Nobody would hold out as long as I have. And I don’t have to fuck her—she can stay whole or pure or whatever. But dear God, I have to touch her. I need to.
My hand closes around the doorknob, and I test it. I have a key for her room—she doesn’t know that, it’s one of my many secrets—but I don’t need it. She left it unlocked.
There’s no going back from this, but that doesn’t stop me. Nothing could.
“Mia?” I murmur, opening the door and pretending to be concerned.
It’s pitch black in here, but my eyes have already adjusted to the darkness elsewhere. She’s frantic, hiding the toy under the bedspread, then pulling it up around her shoulders. “What the fuck? What are you doing?”
“I heard you moan. I thought maybe you were sick.” If she can see my stiff cock preceding me, she’ll know that’s a total lie. She’s probably too busy freaking out to notice.
“I’m fine. Since when do you just walk into my room? Please, get out.”
“But you were moaning. You said my name. I thought maybe you wanted me.” It’s evil, what I’m doing, but it’s also too much fun to stop. Watching her practically implode with embarrassment. There’s a cord running from the outlet closest to her bed. It disappears under the blanket, where she’s concealed her toy.
“You’re imagining things.”
“Are you sure about that?” I walk over to the outlet, bending down to touch the cord. She’s breathing fast, in short, little gasps. “What do you have under there? You know it’s dangerous to have electric things in bed with you. It could start a fire if you fall asleep.”
“What the fuck? It’s the middle of the night, and you’re going to lecture me?” When I try to pull back the blanket, she only grips it tighter. “What game are you playing?”
“No games.” Because I’m sick to death of games. I’m sick of pretending not to want what my soul needs. I stand straight, turning to her, and now there’s no missing my erection. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. “We both know what you were doing in here. And you were moaning my name while you did it.”