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’m pretty sure I’m begging him for it now, but my words come out all garbled and wobbly. I’m putty in his hands as he shifts us so I’m on my knees on the mattress instead of his lap. I hear him shove his jeans down, but I can’t see anything from my position.
It only makes my arousal grow stronger, and by the time his hands are on my hips again, I’m whimpering. He doesn’t tease anymore. No, he thrusts the full length of his cock into me in one swift motion, ripping a strangled cry from my throat. Immediately, my body reacts to him, pleasure racing through me. It’s easier to take him than it was at first, but the size of him still steals the breath from my lungs in the best way.
“That’s it, sweetness. Come around my cock like a good girl,” Sean growls, and I’m helpless to do anything but what he wants. His brutal thrusts send me flying over the edge, bliss overwhelming me. Sean curses, pushing deep as he comes, hot spurts of his release filling me.
It takes a long time for me to come back down to earth, my ass stinging and Sean still buried inside me. My thighs are damp from both my orgasm and his, and I’m pretty sure my makeup is ruined.
“We’re going to be late.” I giggle as Sean nips at my shoulder playfully.
“Worth it,” he answers easily, and I laugh, craning my head to kiss him.
13
SEAN
I can tell Savannah is nervous by the way she’s fiddling with her skirt—a longer one than she had on before that hits her mid-thigh rather than showing off the curve of her ass—and biting her bottom lip. Still, she takes my hand without hesitation and lets me help her out of the taxi.
“Ready?” I ask as I tuck a lock of her golden hair behind her ear, lacing our fingers together. She leans into my touch, and I pull her closer, kissing the top of her head as she sighs.
“Nope.” She laughs. “I doubt I’ll ever feel ready, but I want to do this.” I can’t tell if she’s saying it to herself or me. “Let’s do this.”
Excitement and relief flood me, and I nod, catching her lips in a quick kiss so as not to smudge her glittery gloss before I lead her up the stairs and inside. The band is already in full swing, and the bar is crowded with our colleagues and employees. It’s still early despite the fact we’re running fifteen minutes late, but the atmosphere is relaxed and friendly.
Paul and I have worked hard to make our company a good place to work for everyone, and it always fills me with a sense of pride to see how our efforts have paid off. I squeeze Savannah’s hand as we walk up to the bar to join the crowd eager for their first drink of the night.
My eyes scan the cocktail list and I grin. “Porn star martini?” I ask her. “Or a sex on the beach?”
She laughs, elbowing me in the side for my teasing, but when I hand her a pink cocktail, she sips it happily.
“Incoming,” I whisper to her as we step away with our drinks, my arm around her, resting my hand on her waist possessively. One look at us, and it’s obvious she’s mine. As it should be.
Savannah stiffens a little as my partner walks up to us. Technically, he’s as much her boss as I am, but Paul’s nearly always out of the office on business trips. I don’t mind, preferring to manage the office in person anyway.
“Sean,” Paul greets with a nod of his head, given that both my hands are occupied. There’s a knowing glint in his blue eyes. “And Savannah. Lovely to see you again.”
“Hi,” Savannah says at my side, clearing her throat as she shuffles on her feet. I tighten my hold on her, trying to reassure her silently that everything is okay. Despite how well she fits in at the office and the fact she’s truly excellent at her job, she’s still worried about how people will take the news of our relationship. I’m eager to prove her wrong.
“I see you and my partner here are getting on spectacularly,” Paul says with a wide grin, raising a brow at me. “I expect a nice bunch of flowers to say thank you.”
I scoff, rolling my eyes at my old friend. “Thank you?” I sip my whisky and shake my head. “For what, exactly?”
“Hiring this one.” Paul shrugs like it’s obvious. He turns his smile on Savannah, who looks a little shocked at my side. “Though, I think I should be the one thanking you, Savannah. I see you got Sean here to dress up for once. I’ve been nagging him for years to embrace the spirit of Halloween, but he never listens to me.”