Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
What if he tells him?
Oh God. . . I clutch my chest at the idea of Kent telling my father he had sex with me, maybe he even points out where in the yard we were.
My stomach twists like corded rope, and vomit rises to the back of my throat. I feel like I'm going to throw up. Covering my mouth, I swallow hard. No, he wouldn't do that.
Kent wouldn't tell him what happened between us, it would not only destroy my chances of ever moving up the family corporate ladder, it would destroy the partnership between both men.
It's a stupid thought. And I refuse to let it take root. It would be terrible for both of us. He's smart enough to recognize the risk for both of us. However unlikely it is, though, it makes me realize what a dangerous situation I’ve put myself in. Just twenty-four hours ago my biggest priority was proving myself to my father, and now I’m here, on the inside looking out, worrying about my father finding out I’ve slept with his business partner.
Kent slaps my dad on the back, and they walk around the pool, moving to the front yard. Looking out the door, they shake hands, and my dad climbs into his car and backs out of the driveway.
Kent watches him leave, staying a few extra seconds waving after his retreating car as my father's taillights grow smaller in the distance. He comes back inside and closes the door behind him. “We should be good for a bit,” he says. “I don't think we'll see him for a little while.”
“Yeah, I highly doubt that. My father doesn't take orders from anyone.”
“I've got the magic touch, I guess.” Kent stalks forward, wrapping both his hands around my waist and pulling me in. His hands slip down my ass, and pull me in closer. “He can be persuaded when you project confidence and power, Perri. You should try it.”
“The magic touch. . . You really do need to work on your pickup lines. This isn't the eighties.”
“The eighties?” Quirking a brow, he laughs as he says, “How old do you think I am?”
“You know what I mean.” Giggling, I let myself relax.
I almost can't control it. He makes me feel lighter, like there are no weights on my shoulders. As if he's in control and I'm a mere element of his fantasy. It's a refreshing feeling, to be able to let go.
I could get used to this.
Pressing my chest against his, I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the ends of his hair. “So, now what?”
“You don't know already?” Shaking my head no, I twist a short lock of his hair around my finger. Kent grins as his hand moves up to the small of my back. “I'm going to take you on this brand new counter.”
He quickly sweeps me off my feet and sets me down on the granite. His hands move down my thighs, strong, firm, and with precision. Splitting my legs apart with his hips, he snuggles his shaft against my center.
“Are you sure we're good? I'd really hate for—”
Kent crushes his lips against mine, forcing the words back into my mouth. He's forceful, but in a delicate and delicious way. His kiss turns hungry, bruising my lips with a fierce need that's taking over.
He's starving, and I'm his meal.
Kissing him back, I suck his tongue into my mouth, meeting his hunger with a thirst of my own. He isn't the only one who's starving here. His tongue tangles around mine as his hands move back up my thighs, and his thumbs creep ever closer to my throbbing pussy.
He sweeps one of his thick and giant thumbs across my slit, hitting my clit easily. My muscles shake as he teases the swelling the bud, and I lose more of myself in his kiss.
The edge of his thumb slips under the hem of my shorts, and he smiles into our kiss as he hits the wet center of my panties. “You're soaked already,” he says against my lips.
“You have that effect on me.” My lips buzz against his as I speak, and I rock my hips forward against his hand.
“And you on me,” he replies. He slips his thumb under my panties and swirls it around in my arousal. “I'm so damn hard right now it hurts,” he moans into my mouth. He pushes his thumb into my heat and my head falls back as the sensation spreads over me.
He pulls his thumb out, moving it up between my lips and rubbing me. My eyes close as he works my pussy. His thumb glides back, entering me harder, deeper, as his teeth nibble the exposed skin of my neck.
My entire body shivers as he teases me and bites my throat. The sensation is overpowering, it zips down through my chest and over my arms, spreading like fire through my belly until my vag clenches hard.