Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I smile at her as she tugs her skirt back down, trying to put herself back together. I open my mouth to reassure her that everything’s okay, to praise her again for doing so well for me, but instead, my name is shouted through the door.
“Sean? You in there? The Weston meeting starts in like…thirty seconds!”
“Shit.” I’ve lost track of time, but I don’t regret it at all. I don’t want to go to that meeting. I want to put Savannah back on that damn counter and see how well she takes my cock. Her panting breaths fill the air as I rake my hand through my hair. “Give me two minutes!” I shout back at my partner, knowing I’ll be late.
When I turn back to Savannah, she’s flushed and her skirt is creased, but she’s as stunning as ever. Even more so because I can see the shine of pleasure in her eyes.
I grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and she doesn’t fight me as I tilt her head back to look at me. “This isn’t over,” I promise her. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I’m never letting you go.”
This girl is mine even if she’s still fighting it. It’s a damn fact.
“Wait for me after work tonight,” I whisper urgently. “Let me make you dinner and finish what we started.”
She inhales sharply, but I don’t wait to hear her answer. It isn’t optional. I need her in my home, in my bed, in my life. And I won’t fucking stop until she is.
I turn away, despite wanting to do the exact opposite, and unlock the door. I stride out to go spend an hour pretending to focus on the meeting instead of savoring the taste of my girl on my tongue.
9
SAVANNAH
How the hell does Sean expect me to get back to work after that?
I wait in the kitchen after he’s gone, trying to get my breathing back under control. My panties are practically ruined, the fabric damp and uncomfortable. My skirt is rumpled, and my face is hot. I can still feel the ripples of pleasure between my legs from what he did to me.
I can’t believe he did that. I can’t believe I let him.
But I can’t bring myself to regret it.
A few minutes and half a bottle of cold water later, I leave the kitchen wearing what I hope is an inconspicuous smile. Everyone’s already back at work, so nobody questions me, but I still rush back to my desk faster than normal as though a coworker could read my thoughts just by glancing my way.
Wait for me tonight…let me make you dinner and finish what we started. His words replay on a loop in my head. I can’t focus on anything else. It gets so bad that I have to write the same email three times because my fingers keep fumbling on the keys. Need pulses between my legs, and I shift awkwardly on my chair.
The memory of his mouth…down there…makes me blush, and I have to hide my face in my hands, hoping nobody notices. Nobody’s ever done that to me before.
The hours pass slowly, so damn slowly, and I spend each one of them thinking about what’s going to happen tonight. Will he lick me like that again? Touch me? I saw the bulge in his trousers when he stood up after. Would that even fit inside me?
The idea scares me as much as it thrills me.
By the time five o’clock rolls around, I’m so ready to leave that I pack all my stuff away in under a minute. A quick glance over my shoulder confirms that Sean is tidying up in his office, but I don’t want to be seen leaving together.
As much as I want him, I’m staying firm on the fact that I don’t want to flaunt it to the whole damn office. So I hop in the elevator with a friendly female employee who I think is named Sarah. We chat about how excited she is for a glass of wine when she gets home and she shows me photos of her cat—a super cute ball of fluff that momentarily distracts me from my racing thoughts—until we step out at the bottom floor.
It’s October, but the air hasn’t gone cold yet. The evening is a little gray, but it’s warm, and I’m grateful for that fact as I wait at the side of the building, leaning against the stone as I watch people walk past.
“Savannah!”
I jolt, turning towards the voice shouting my name. I smile when my gaze finds a familiar face. “Hi, Chris.”
“Hey, how are you?” He joins me at the edge of the sidewalk, getting closer to me to let other people move past.
“What are you doing round here? I thought you lived near me?” I respond, happy to have company to pass the time while I wait for Sean.