Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Then he’s on the bed again, rolling over me. He slips a hand between our bodies and touches me again, bringing me close to the brink.
“Please, Michael,” I beg.
He kisses me then fiercely, his tongue plundering my mouth as his body enters me in one single stroke.
There’s a twinge of pain, but it’s gone before I can even fully register it. Then the only thing that’s left is the feeling of being filled completely.
Nothing has ever felt so right or so good as Michael in my body, his hard heat pushing against me. His chest scraping against mine with every thrust, his breathing harsh and uneven as he pumps into me.
“Say it again,” he grounds out.
“Please.”
He cups my face. “Not that.”
It takes me a moment through the haze to realize what he’s asking for. When I do, I whisper his name again and again until we’re both coming together. Limbs tangle as he collapses onto me, his weight anchoring me in a delicious way.
Michael
I bury my face in Katie’s shoulder. She smells like sweat and sex. Knowing that I’m the reason for it makes me smile.
After letting myself savor this feeling for a moment, I pull out of her. My body is still so sensitive and if her gasp was any indication, so is hers.
“I’ll be back,” I promise, moving to the bathroom.
I dispose of the condom and look up to see her in the doorway. She’s back in that robe again already. “Can I ask you something?”
Even though the hesitancy on her face troubles me, I nod. I don’t want her to regret what just happened because I sure as hell don’t.
She licks her lips and says softly, “Did I do that right? I wasn’t sure that—”
Her words end against my lips. I kiss her thoroughly, wanting her to know she’s pleased me in every possible way.
I grin. “I’m more than fuckin’ satisfied. How about you?”
Her eyes go round, and she quickly nods.
“Come here.” I pull her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. “At midnight, I want you to sneak back here. Let me please you again.”
She brushes a strand of hair from her face as excitement flashes in her eyes. “Will we do all of that again?”
I chuckle. “Oh, we’re doing it again.”
I want her under me tonight. I want her under me tomorrow night and the night after that too. But given how skittish Katie is, I know she needs me to earn her trust. And I will. One orgasm at a time.
She groans. “We have to go back to the party now, don’t we?”
“Not quite yet,” I say as I tug her toward the shower.
I turn the water on warm and we spend the next few minutes splashing together. Afterwards, I wrap her in a towel and hold her, delighting in how small she feels against me.
In the room, I dress quickly. Because if I stay naked for too long, I’ll seduce her again and we’ll never make it downstairs.
She’s still fixing her hair when she gives me a nervous smile. “You should probably go first. I don’t want anybody to know.”
That you’re sleeping with your boss. I understand what she’s trying not to say, and I hate that it’ll matter so damn much. If the world knows we’re sleeping together, my career goes on. Hers could be seriously impacted for years to come.
She runs her fingers through her hair, arranging it into an artful braid. She gives herself a grin in the mirror.
Her face is flushed, and her eyes are shining. The fact that I’m responsible for that look makes me feel like the luckiest bastard on earth.
“Don’t forget about your promise, Cinderella.” I duck and kiss her on the cheek. The gesture is affectionate, but it feels right somehow.
I have a smile on my face as I leave the room, but it quickly disappears. Standing in the hallway is my daughter with my best friend.
Atlas gives him a goodbye kiss then she disappears into the elevator. The reality of the situation sinks in slowly. Eric is fucking my daughter.
As he turns back to his room, there’s an unmistakable smirk on his face. It fades the moment he spots me.
I follow him into the room with the rumpled sheets. Hell, her perfume is still hanging in the air and all I can see is red.
Before I can even register what I’m doing, my fist is connecting with his jaw. The explosion of pain in my knuckles is a welcome sensation, grounding me in the moment.
“How long ago did this start?” I massage my knuckles as I consider a second punch. “You get off on this, Eric? Sitting across from me in meetings knowing that you were fucking my daughter?”
“I love her,” he says, wiping away blood.
I hate the words even more than what he’s done. How dare he fall for my little girl. “I thought you were my friend. This is not what a friend does, asshole.”