Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Slowly but deliberately, he begins to penetrate me with his fingers. My body tightens, trying to fight the invasion for only a second before everything starts to relax. With small thrusts, he finger-fucks me, going deeper and deeper each time.
Finally, he pierces something deep inside of me, and the pain is a quick shock among all the pleasure. I gasp, stiffening in discomfort, but Brian doesn’t stop. He licks and sucks at my clit until the pleasure is so much that it erases the pain completely.
"Now you’re ready for when I shove my cock right here in this tight, little pussy." He thrusts his tongue inside me, fucking me with it. His thumb presses down hard on my clit, and it's too much. I'm coming undone, my entire body quivering, my hips bucking wildly as I come hard on his face.
"Fuck yes, Blair. Come for me, baby. Come all over Daddy's face."
He doesn't let up, his mouth and fingers continuing their assault on my pussy, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me. I'm moaning, screaming, and begging him not to stop, and he doesn't. He keeps going, bringing me to the brink of insanity.
When I finally come down from my orgasm, Brian pulls back, a wicked grin on his face. "You taste fucking amazing, baby. You're going to make Daddy very happy."
I can only whimper in response.
He moves up my body, kissing me hard, and I can taste my own juices on his lips. "Let’s get you dressed," Brian rumbles against my lips. "The meeting starts in five minutes."
He helps me put my clothes back on, but I’m still completely dazed, the feeling of satisfaction still humming through me.
This is going to be a hell of a team meeting.
6
BLAIR
I'm working late again.
But this time, it's not because I have extra work to do before that night's over. It's because of the email I received right before I was going to clock out. Not to my work email either but to my personal address. I read it, over and over again, and it chilled me to my core.
Right there on the screen in black and white is an email from an anonymous address that’s just a string of numbers.
I know what you've been up to, Blair Wright. I know that you were dating the heir of Beckett Industries, but when they didn't make you rich quickly, you moved to the CEO himself.
Are you fucking that old man, Blair? Is he buying you nice things? Designer bags?
It's time for you to quit. If you don't, I'll ruin your professional future by revealing all of this to the entire building. And then if you still don't quit, I'll leak it to the media, too.
I bet that won't go over well for Mr. Beckett.
Have a good night, Blair. Think it over
The implications were clear. If I didn't quit and get out quietly, by next week, this whole thing would blow up. Well, fuck that, I wasn't going to go down without a fight. If there was blackmail, it was time for me to fight back.
Except...I can't deny that I'm scared. Whoever has this information has to be somewhere close, and the idea of walking the short walk from the Uber to my apartment makes me feel sick. What if I'm attacked?
So I linger in the building much longer than necessary. Eventually, though, I know I have to leave. So I sign off, pull my hoodie on, and start for home, trembling and always looking over my shoulder.
Well, at least one good thing comes out of the email. I'm definitely too scared to think of the confrontation I'll have if Brian sees me leaving the building alone again.
Cradling my phone to my chest, I step out into the night. My ride still isn't here, and the app keeps crashing. Once the door closes behind me, I know I can't get back into the Beckett building, and it makes my stomach clench.
God, someone could come up behind me right now. I take a few steps onto the sidewalk, and I'm so afraid that I don't know what to do with myself.
Then, I see the figure across the street, dressed in all black, his face hidden by his hood. He raises a hand in my direction, and my knees turn to jelly.
Hands shaking, I open our work messaging app, hoping that someone might still be inside the building and could let me in. Of course, there's only one person online.
And of course, it's the man who lives in the penthouse. The CEO and owner of the company.
The man who ate me out on the conference table. Brian Beckett.
I have to call him. What choice do I have? The man across the street isn't moving, but he isn't leaving either. Maybe Brian can give me a ride home, but I'm so frightened and disturbed that I hope he'll bring me to his penthouse for a few minutes. At least for a glass of water.