Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I did it, I made a plan and stuck to it. Did exactly what I needed to do.
I’m moving on.
I sit for a long time as I process everything that has happened over the last seven years, the dressing diary sessions, the fights and tantrums. The sarcastic snark. The laughter, the crush.
Oh…. the crush. I crushed hard, but in my defense, I am only human.
I walk to his office and open the door; it’s darkened, lit only by a lamp and his bathroom light, I look over his desk and smile sadly. It’s hard to believe I’ll never see him sitting here again. I run my hand over his desk, the back of his chair, over the keyboard that houses his fingers all day.
His presence is so strong in here, I can almost feel him.
“Couldn’t even say goodbye,” I mutter to myself as I cross my arms and look out over the view.
“Goodbye,” a deep voice says.
I spin to see Gabriel sitting in the darkened corner of the room.
He’s got an amber drink in his hand, his elbows resting on his thighs as he watches me.
“Gabriel,” I gasp, “I …… didn’t see you.”
He stands and puts his drink down—his eyes are dark and dangerous—and walks over to me and stands so that his face is an inch away from mine.
The air leaves my lungs as I feel the heat from his body.
“You didn’t get your Christmas Bonus yet,” he murmurs.
I swallow the lump in my throat.
He raises his hand and rubs the back of his fingers over my breast as his eyes follow.
What the fuck is happening right now?
“I……..”
He puts his finger over my lips, “Don’t. Say. Anything.”
He puts his two hands around my waist and walks me back to his desk and then pushes me down onto it.
Thump. Thump. Thump……… goes my poor weak heart.
He puts his hand on my chest and pushes me back so that I am lying down.
I stare at him, unsure what the hell is going on right now.
His large hands glide up my thighs, and he slides my panties down my legs and takes them off.
Lifting them to his nose and inhales deeply.
Goosebumps scatter all over.
Dear god.
He pushes my legs apart and his eyes linger on my sex, “Hmm.” He lets out an aroused purr as he parts the lips of my sex with his fingers. I can hardly breathe.
What the actual……..
With his dark eyes locked on mine, he bends and licks me.
Deep and intimate.
“You taste fucking good.”
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Grace
I nearly convulse on the desk, and he licks me again. Deeper…. better.
I see stars.
His grip on my thighs tightens as he begins to lose focus, his stubble burning the most tender part of my body.
He reaches under his desk, and I hear the door click as he locks it.
Oh hell……. Here we go.
He lets loose and really lets me have it, licking and sucking.
He lifts my legs up over his shoulders as he drops to his knees.
“I have needed to do this…. for years,” he murmurs into me.
My back arches off the desk as he slides three thick fingers deep into my sex as his tongue flickers at just the right place. I let out a deep moan.
“Oh…. God.”
My body convulses around him, and he lets out an evil chuckle.
“You’re going to fucking get it, Gracie,” he warns. “Parading this perfect ass around my office all this time. Driving my cock fucking crazy.”
Ahhh!
“Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off in my office bathroom, imagining it was you on your knees, sucking me off?” He works me hard with his fingers, and I grip the desk.
Say something sexy….. anything.
Quick.
I’m so shocked by what’s happening that my mind is completely blank.
“I fucked myself with your computer mouse.”
He stills and his eyes rise to meet mine.
Oh hell…. that did not just come out of my mouth.
His eyes flicker with arousal. “You fucked yourself with my computer mouse?”
I think he liked it.
“Aha….” I cringe, this could go either way.
He stands, “And what else of mine have you fucked yourself with?” He unzips his suit pants and pulls out his supersized cock.
My eyes bulge from their sockets, nothing as fun-sized as that.
He’s engorged and hard, thick veins course down the length of it and it’s a wonder there’s any blood left in his body.
“Ruler.”
“My ruler?” he gasps.
Oh, for the love of God. Stop. Talking.
“How dare you use my stationery in this manner.” He widens his eyes; he likes this game.
I do too.
“That’s right.” I grab a handful of his hair and drag him back down to me. “Less talking, more fellatio.”
He chuckles into me and kisses my thigh, “In a minute.”
Standing, he undoes my dress at the waist and tears it open, I lie on his desk in only my bra.
His eyes linger on my skin, he trails his finger from my jaw down between my breasts and then down to the lips of my sex.