Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Caine,” I say his name, arching my back, his hand moving up to cup my tits as his body holds me in place. My head goes to the side as his mouth attacks my neck, making me move my hips up and down on his cock. The friction of my panties makes me shiver, or maybe it’s the way he just pinched my hardened nipples. Either way, I feel like I’ve just drunk a pint of sweet tea, and I’m floating on air. “Caine.” This time, his eyes find mine, and I see he’s just as gone as I am.
“Grace,” he breathes my name in a whisper.
I lean forward, biting his lower lip and then sliding my tongue into his mouth. His hands knead my breasts before he rolls my nipples at the same time, my tits wanting to be freed from my shirt. I want his skin on my skin. I have never in my life been this desperate for another man. I have never lost all of my senses over a kiss. I have never wanted anything more in my life than the way I want Caine. Never. The good, the bad, the cranky. I want all of them. My hips move up and down on his cock, trying to do the length, but I can’t. My clit aches to be touched, petted, licked, fuck… anything. The more he pinches my nipples, the faster my hips start to move. I can’t even control it. “I need,” I gasp once before finding his tongue again. I feel his whole body over me. I feel him pushing his body into mine, harder into the door, his hips moving to help me out, and if we didn’t have any clothes on, he would be buried inside me. Fucking me against the door, and I don’t think I would care. “Yes,” I hiss right before my stomach gets tight. “Yes,” I say in a whisper, “right there.” My hips buck. “I’m—” He swallows my moan as I come on his cock like a sex-deprived woman. My orgasm rips through me, and he lets me hump his cock until I’m no longer moving. His hands grip my hips to slowly let me down, my legs unlocking from his waist.
I can’t even look up at him I’m so embarrassed. I literally humped his covered cock. Who does that? Me, that’s who. I’m staring at his chest when he says my name. “Grace.”
“Not now,” I say softly, “just give me a second.” I avoid looking at him, instead making sure my dress is down before turning and walking out of his office. I close the door behind me, and luckily, everyone is busy doing their own thing, so no one watches me rush to the bathroom.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I turn on the cold water. My lips are swollen from being kissed. My eyes are dilated, and my chest is still huffing. “What did you just do?” I ask my reflection, wetting my hands before placing them on my cheeks, trying to cool them down from looking like they are on fire. My head falls forward and I close my eyes and all I can see is Caine. His eyes looking into mine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant over and over again.
Taking a deep inhale and making sure my cheeks are now the same color as the rest of my face, I make my way back to my desk. His office door is still closed and so are his shades. No doubt he’s in there trying to avoid his horny secretary, who came on his cock while the cock was still in his pants.
I catch movement from the side and see a blond lady walking toward me. She’s wearing tight blue jeans with holes in the knees, a white bodysuit with a pink-and-white Chanel jacket. I know it’s a Chanel jacket because I just got one from my grandmother. She’s also wearing nude-colored high heels. Her blond hair looks like she just walked out of the beauty salon. I’m expecting her to walk past my desk when she stops. “I’m here to see Caine.”
“Oh,” I say, a bit frazzled since he didn’t have any appointments today. “Did you have an appointment?” I look at the screen.
“I don’t need an appointment,” she states, her tone totally annoyed. “Tell him his wife is here.”
fourteen
Caine
I stand with my fists spread out against the desk in front of me and my eyes closed as I try to steady my erratic heartbeat. But it doesn’t help with my eyes closed because all I can picture is me holding Grace against the door. Her fucking feet locked behind me as I pushed my cock against her like a horny teenager. “Good God,” I mumble. I completely attacked her. I close my eyes again, but it’s mistake number two in the last minute because my already hard cock gets even harder. I have never, and I mean never, lost control like I did today. In my office. I’m a grown-ass adult, so I should be able to control myself. She left for lunch, and I spent the whole time trying to calm myself down.