Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
The beat of my heart amplifies when a deep, penetrating voice answers my question on the builder’s behalf. “No. I fired him because he didn’t stop them from hassling you and Jess.”
I twist to face Jack standing in a doorway that butts against my new office. He’s glaring at the builder, exposing that leaving him unemployed hasn’t lessened his annoyance in the slightest.
“It was a bit of fun, Jack—”
Jack’s glare cuts off the builder before his words. “I don’t care if they had no intention to follow through with their threats.” Calling their comments threats is a little bit of an exaggeration. “What they said was uncalled for and intolerable.” Jack shifts his eyes between the builder and me before they eventually settle back on him. “Good afternoon, Mr. Phelps.”
Mr. Phelps bows out in defeat before he marches for the elevator still idling on this floor.
I take a moment to settle the nerves that are now more based on unease than giddiness before shifting my attention back to Jack. “Jack—”
He cuts me off by veering our conversation in a completely different direction. “Why didn’t you order the mousse cake for yourself? I could tell by the gleam in your eyes when you walked past the display cabinet that you wanted a piece, but you left it off your order.” Since he is very much the dominant businessman you’d expect when you learn of his wealth, his cocky smirk is highly anticipated. “Your eyes weren’t as bright as the hunger they displayed when you peered at me for the first time, but evident, nonetheless.”
Not comfortable talking about my almost nonexistent bank balance, I shrug instead. When it doubles the groove between Jack’s brows, I fib, “I’m trying to shift a couple of pounds before the gala.”
His growl does wicked things to my panties. “Now, I’m even more grateful I purchased you a slice on your behalf.” He walks me into his partially furnished office, plops my backside onto his mammoth desk, then snatches the container of cake out of my hand.
“I brought that up here for you,” I mutter when the determination on his face makes sense. He wants to stuff me to the brim, and for once, he isn’t planning to use his cock. “Well, there goes that idea,” I murmur with a giggle when he pops open the container to discover it void of an eating utensil.
My insides clench when he scoops a generous helping of the cake onto his index finger before he veers it toward my mouth. “Open up,” he croons a mere nanosecond before my lips part in response to his coaxing voice.
Once again, he could do anything he wants to me, and I wouldn’t say no.
An unladylike moan erupts from my mouth when a mix of flavors engulfs my taste buds. The mousse is delicious, but it has nothing on the taste of Jack’s skin in my mouth. I haven’t sampled that since our little rendezvous in the shower Saturday.
While watching the pleat in his trousers disappear, I lick up the remnants of the mousse cake from his finger by swirling my tongue around his girthy digit. If he wasn’t aware of the dangerous minefield we’re tiptoeing through, he is now. Not only does the rapid growth behind his zipper disclose this, but so does his gravelly groan of my name.
“Tivy, we shouldn’t. We can’t. Not here.”
As his eyes shoot to the partially cracked open door of his recently refurbished office, I push him back until he lands in his big leather chair with a thud before lowering onto my knees in front of him. The split in my skirt parts before slipping up my thigh to erotically expose my panties, and my chest heaves so fanatically that the buttons on my blouse are close to popping.
Any further protests preparing to leave Jack’s mouth get stuffed into the back of his throat when his desk conceals me from any ruckus occurring outside. I doubt even a strand of my hair can be seen over his bulky wooden desk.
Since we need to be discreet, I don’t yank Jack’s pants to his knees. I don’t even undo his belt. I merely slide down the zipper in his trousers, yank his cock out of his briefs, then swipe my tongue over the wide crown like I wasn’t stuffed-to-the-brim only moments ago.
“Fuck…” Jack grips the armrest on his chair in a white-knuckled hold before the other one lowers to weave through my hair. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined exactly this for the past two days.” He impatiently rocks his hips upward, stuffing the first inch of his cock inside my wet and inviting mouth. “But nothing I imagined came close to how good this feels.”
His confession excites me so much, I hollow my cheeks before taking him to the very back of my throat with a hearty suck. His unique manly scent doubles the pulse between my legs in an instant. Everything about him is divine, and my moans echo his soft grunts when I swivel my tongue around his engorged knob.