Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Mr. King’s office.” She frowns. “Yes. I got it, and I’ll meet you when I get off.” I reach over and snatch the phone from her, ending the call.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shake my head, losing my patience with her.
“Sorry, sir. It’s a romantic holiday tomorrow, and well, my….” Like I hadn’t noticed. It’s the one I’d wanted to be special for us.
“Enough.” I lose all restraint. I walk around the desk and stand in front of my sexy assistant. With her hip against my desk, my hand wraps around her hair, fisting it hard, I pull her close and slam my mouth onto hers. She’s frozen still for a moment, but then her hands land on my chest, heat, and energy roaring through me. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want to make you forget him. I’ll make you forget about him. Make you forget everyone who came before me.”
Chapter Nine
Valentine
He thinks Jack’s my boyfriend. I don’t correct him because I’m afraid he’ll stop. If territorial behavior is spurring him on, I’ll take it. I’ll gladly take whatever this man wants to give me. My hands ride up the hard planes of his chest up to his strong shoulders and it’s hard to believe this hot bastard sits behind a desk all day.
From the second, he said I was flaunting my relationship in front of him, my heart did a flip. Has he been wanting me?
“Mr. King,” I moan against his mouth as I try to catch my breath. He drags his mouth down my jaw.
“Wyatt,” he growls, biting on my throat. he sucks hard down on my shoulder, and I wonder if he’s left a mark there.
“Wyatt,” I repeat, tilting my head to give him more room as he lifts me up and pins me to his desk. I’m panting as he grabs my blouse and tugs, sending the buttons everywhere. God, he’s so hot, lost in his need for me to the point that he’s forgotten all about his schedule. As his assistant, I should remind him, but I don’t want him to stop.
“You’ve been driving me insane, Valentine. He gets to touch what’s mine, and that’s unacceptable. Fuck. I’m going to make sure you forget all about him.” He yanks down my bra and his tongue swipes over my breast. I’m so turned on I could come, so I rock my hips forward, letting my aching pussy grind against his hard ridge. Wow, his tension isn’t the only thing he’s been packing. His cock is massive behind his slacks.
“Calm down, Valentine. I don’t want you coming too soon. You need to be punished for betraying me. You’re mine, fuck. God, I’m going to tear apart your pussy and teach you what happens when you make me angry.”
“You’re always grumpy,” I remind him, pulling his shirt free from his waist. I have my hand on his bare skin at his waist and I’ve never felt so turned on.
“You’ve made me fucking horny all day long for almost two painful months.” He raises my skirt, nudging my panties to the side with his strong fingers. “You let that motherfucker eat your pretty cunt. Does he make you come? Do you think of me while you come?” His fingers slide along my folds. I moan and press my hands onto his desk.
I can’t answer him because I think of him as I come to my own hand or the little vibrator in my drawer at home, but I’ve never been with anyone else and especially not my best friend’s husband.
I shake my head, and he growls, kissing me fiercely. “You’re mine. It’s over between you. You’ll never see him again.” I have to see him again.
“But.” I want to explain that I’ve only belonged to Wyatt, but he silences me with his mouth on mine in a deep kiss. When he pulls off, I know to be quiet.
“You’re going to come just for me.” He grunts and pumps his finger into me, flattening his palm over my mound as he works my core. “Do you hear me, Valentine? You’re going to come for me.” He works a second one inside, stretching my virgin hole as best as he can, and I want to cream for him. My entire soul wants to come just for this man. When his mouth latches onto my peak, sucking onto my hard nipple, I do, soaking his fingers.
“Wyatt,” I scream, my voice vibrating his name until I start to calm down.
His mouth slides over my throat as he whispers, “So fucking sexy, Valentine. You’re my Valentine. No one else’s.” He releases his cock from his slacks, and I think he’s going to take me right there and now, but he keeps my panties to the side and jerks his seed onto my wet, pulsing heat like he’s marking his territory. So savage.