Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
This is fucking torture.
I need to either join her poolside and take her on the sun lounger, or I need to sit behind my desk and take care of this myself in the privacy of my office.
Poolside is not an option.
Because it wouldn’t be enough.
One taste and I’d be doomed. It’s why I’m in this goddamn nightmare to begin with.
I sit down behind my desk and turn the monitor so I can watch her.
Opening the top drawer, I remove the soft scarf Brooke left in my office weeks ago and wrap it around my hand and wrist as I inhale her scent off of it. The other hand slides beneath my shorts and grips the base of my cock.
On the screen, Brooke’s hand works between her thighs, and I groan, knowing how sweet and wet her pussy would be. I work my hand up and down the length of my cock, rolling my palm over the head to spread the precum across my skin for lubrication.
Watching her is torture. Because watching her makes me want her, and right now, that want is going to get me into a lot of trouble if I’m not careful.
I tip my head back and focus on the ceiling instead. I stroke slowly, building the tension in my balls. I take my time. Find pleasure in the buildup. Bring myself to the brink and then pull back.
When I’m ready to come, I close my eyes and press the scarf to my face, and Brooke’s scent is like a drug, making me high with images of her riding my cock with that sweet pussy of hers, those full breasts slick with sweat, her luscious lips parted as she moans my name, over and over, and—
I let out a groan at the exact same time there is a hesitant knock on my door.
My eyes flick open and dart to the monitor.
Brooke has left the pool area, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who’s standing on the other side of my door.
I’m only a few strokes away from coming, so taking my hand off my cock is as enticing as eating a bowl of razor blades. But I grit my teeth and let go, exhaling heavily through the discomfort with flared nostrils.
I readjust my shorts and shove the scarf back in the drawer. “Enter.”
The door opens, and Brooke appears. She’s wearing a white linen shirt over an aqua bikini, and her cheeks are flushed. Because she just made herself come beside the pool.
My cock throbs, reminding me we have unfinished business.
She looks hesitant. “Do you have a minute?”
I try to look aloof and in control. But really, inside, I’m desperate to bend her over my desk so I can ease the ache in my balls and satisfy my unquenchable thirst for her.
“What can I do for you, Brooke?” My tone is all business, but it’s all lies. I’m barely in control, I’m so fucking turned on. Before, she was just an image on the screen, but now she’s warm-blooded and real, standing in my office wearing a bikini that shows off her glorious curves and cheeks flushed from the orgasm she gave herself, and dammit, this is a fucking nightmare.
She approaches the desk. “I wanted to ask if I could start buying things for the baby nursery.”
“You have a credit card. You’ve been shown the room where the nursery will be. You have full control over it.”
“I know, it’s just, I thought you might like to be included or have some say—” Her eyes widen when she sees the feed from the pool area on the monitor. “Is that the pool area?”
No point in lying. “Yes.”
Her eyes dart to me. “You’ve been watching me?”
“Yes.”
If it’s even possible, the pink in her cheeks deepens and her eyes grow wider. “You saw me?”
“Yes.”
She licks her lips and I can’t keep my eyes off them. Damn, I want a taste.
“You watched what I did?”
I can’t keep the smirk off my lips because she’s so fucking gorgeous when she squirms. “Yes.”
She puts her hand on her hips. “So much for privacy.”
“Perhaps now is the time to tell you that there isn’t an inch of this estate that I can’t see,” I tell her. “Not one inch I don’t control.”
“That information would’ve been helpful ten minutes ago,” she mumbles.
I rise to my feet and move around the desk toward her. Her gaze brushes over the front of my boardshorts. She can see I am hard but quickly averts her eyes. Which makes me smile.
“No point in getting shy on me now,” I say, closing the space between us.
I should tell her to leave, but the mere scent of her is awakening the part of me I’d planned to never let see the light of day again. The part that aches for one more kiss. One more touch. One more time to bury myself deep inside her. That part of me wants out. It’s ready to do anything to break free. And I’m so hard, I can’t hold it back.