Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Baker,” I moan, my hands in his hair pulling him toward me.
He says something, but I don’t understand because he’s found my clit with his tongue, and he’s caressing me in ways I’ve never imagined.
He pulls my leg up to rest over his shoulder, and I’m half on the bed, half off, but I don’t really care. I don’t care about anything right now except him finishing what he started.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg him.
He shakes his head side to side, and the friction of his lips moving across my pussy has me tightening on his finger that is moving in and out of me.
I can feel the climax coursing through me, pushing me to the edge. But Baker is relentless. He doesn’t stop until I’m coming on his face, and even then he’s pushing me further until all that’s left is tiny tremors shaking my core.
“I’m so delirious. I’ve imagined that a million times but it’s usually on my desk at work,” I admit breathlessly.
“We’ll have to try that,” he tells me as he unzips his pants and pulls them down his legs.
The giant bulge in his shorts has me staring, wondering what I’m going to see underneath. But I don’t have to wait long. Baker is in a rush as he tears his shorts off. His manhood is huge and erect. The big bulb on the end looks angry as it drips precum onto the floor.
I jerk my eyes up to his when I realize I’ve been staring at him, and I blush as I see him looking down at me with hunger. “I want to be inside you. I don’t want to wait another minute,” he tells me as wraps his hand around his girth and strokes it long and hard.
“You don’t have to.”
I lie back on the bed and bring my knees to my chest. It’s brazen, and I never thought I would ever be comfortable opening myself up this way. But with Baker, I’m not scared. His desire for me is evident, and I’m not going to be bashful with him. I’m laying it on the line. “I’m yours.”
I barely get the words out, and he’s climbing up my body and positioning himself at my core. His hands go to my hips, and he pulls my body to align with his. He moves into me, inch by inch. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his large size.
His eyes are on mine the whole time. I couldn’t look away if I tried. When he’s fully seated inside me, I plant my feet on the bed and start to move. My hips have a mind of their own, and I lift to meet him with every thrust.
It’s so much more than two bodies combining as one. The emotion is too much, and I try to tamp it down and live in the moment, but I can’t. I know this is more than just sex. I can feel it in his sweet caress, the way he looks at me, the way he’s touching me.
That sends quivers through my body, and I’m coming again. This time with him heavy inside me and on top of me, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.
“Yes, oh yes,” I say into the room. He grunts then, and I can feel him expand inside me before his thrusts turn erratic and I’m milking him.
Only when we both lie there breathless do I realize what I just did. I slept with my boss. The man that I love… and I want to do it again.
Chapter 9
Baker
It’s before dawn on Christmas morning, and even though I’m exhausted, I still can’t sleep. The Christmas tree is lit in the corner. The Scotts came home last night, and we went down to visit with them for a while. If her parents knew what we were up to, they didn’t say a word. When we finally went back to our room, we lay in the bed, my arms wrapped around her most of the night. The house is silent, and I should be sleeping. But all I can do is stare at Tara. I’m sitting in the chair in the corner, fighting temptation. If I could, I’d take her again right now. Now that I’ve had her, I know I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off her. I risked so much coming here because I truly can’t make it at the office without her. If she’d told me she didn’t feel the same way about me, I don’t know what I would’ve done.
But I know I’ve made the right decision.
These last few days with her have been everything. If someone had told me this time last year that I’d be willingly spending Christmas with a woman and her family, I would have thought they were insane. When I was younger, we never celebrated Christmas, and as I grew older and I found out the only person I could depend on besides myself was my foster brother Dawson, we still didn’t celebrate it. We usually, if he was in town, would hang out at a bar and find ways to get through the night without thinking about the love and family we didn’t have.