Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Sipping at her cold water did nothing to cool her down.
She wanted him.
“We shut down all ex-lovers,” he said. “I had a few of them. I’m not interested in any of them.”
“You’ve got to be in my cookbook. I take a lot of pictures, and I’ll have a crew here. It’s another stage in my life and you’re part of that.”
“Count me in. We’re a team, baby, and that means we do everything together.”
She stared at him.
She wanted nothing more than to climb over the counter and fuck him. Instead, she giggled. “I can’t think of a single thing to add.”
“Me neither.”
She held her hand out. “Deal?”
“Deal.”
Chapter Nine
News just in, it’s official, finally confirmed by close associates. Long-time bachelor Brice Ivory is now engaged to celebrity chef Danielle Knox. He’s finally found his Mrs. Right. Please keeping checking back for more on this upcoming story…
Brice loved it when Danielle laughed. Of course, he loved it even more as he was the one on top of her, tickling her. Her laughter and giggles filled the air, echoing off the walls. His cock was so hard, and the lunch she brought him was forgotten on his desk.
“Let me go,” she said, not putting up much of a fight, if any.
He grabbed her arms, putting them above her head.
It had been a week since they had sent confirmation of their engagement. She wore the ring he picked out, and they’d gone to dinner, to make sure they were spotted, together, and with her sporting a ring.
The picture had made it to the papers, and so far, they were lapping up the story.
They’d spent the past week in her home, and he’d been helping her with recipes, grocery shopping, and he’d used any spare time to catch up on work. However, his presence had been needed for a certain contract negotiation. A client refused to talk with anyone but him, so he had to leave her today.
He didn’t expect his PA to tell him she was here. When she came in, she winked at him. “Doesn’t a fiancée bring lunch to her man?”
He’d grabbed her, pulled her in for a kiss, and then proceeded to make her laugh as he tickled her until she couldn’t think straight. Now, with her hands above her head, he stared down at her. His cock was rock-hard. Her tits pressed against the front of her dress, looking ready to burst out.
So sexy.
She belonged to him. That thought alone was enough to make him aroused.
“I can see that sexy look on your face,” she said. “You’re thinking naughty things.”
“Only when it comes to you.”
He wanted to fuck her.
The door to his office was locked. He’d already taken care of their privacy, and the blinds were all shut.
When he took possession of her lips, she responded, kissing him right back. Letting go of her hands, he began to work the buttons of her dress, one after the other, opening them up to reveal her curvy body.
The moment he got one tit exposed, he lapped at the nipple, sucking on the hard bud tight into his mouth.
She cried out, his name echoing into the air, filling his office.
Every time he came here, he was going to be thinking about her, about the sounds she made.
He trailed his lips to her other nipple, sucking on it. All the time, he worked her buttons until the dress spread open around her.
Pulling back, he let go of her tit and stared down at her. The dress she wore had support in the top so that she didn’t have to wear a bra. She looked so fucking beautiful, she stole his breath away.
“You like what you see?” she asked.
Taking her hand, he placed it over the hard ridge of his cock. He was ready to burst the seams of his pants to get to her. “What do you think?”
The smile she gave him as she squeezed him, stole his fucking breath. He didn’t know what it was about this woman, but each time he was with her, he felt more taken with her, more besotted.
She let go of his cock to loosen his pants, and he helped her, sliding the zipper down. Gripping her panties, he tore them off her, pocketing them as he did.
“Hey, they were my favorite pair.” She gave him a pout.
“You’re not allowed to wear them anymore that way you don’t have to worry about me destroying them for you.” Cupping her pussy, he slid a finger between her slit, moving deep into her cunt.
She gasped, arching up, thrusting onto his fingers. He pressed his thumb against her clit and watched her as she came apart. All it took was a few strokes of his fingers and she came. Her cunt tightened around his fingers as he worked her release, prolonging her orgasm. She cried his name, and he smiled in victory.