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)
I want to scream because I want to be his in every way, and I’m scared this is all he’s going to give me when he comes to his senses. A soft sigh, unwillingly escapes my lips and I try to hide my embarrassment.
Cupping my face, his eyes meet mine. “When I fuck you for the first time it’s not going to be on my desk. It’ll be where I can spend time worshiping that pretty pink slit.”
He slaps my panties over my mound, patting his seed into my pussy. “That way you smell like me all day long. I have a meeting to go to and when I return, we’ll be finishing what we started. Don’t think of going home to that asshole or so help me God I’ll destroy him.” He tucks his semi-stiff cock back inside his pants, zipping them up. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Mr. King.”
With a growl, he grips my face firmly this time while staring deeply into my eyes. “Wyatt. I’ve just nutted all over your cunt and made you come. You call me by name, do you understand?” The darkness in those gray eyes are pure fire.
“Yes, Wyatt.” When he gets all bossy, I want to climb him right now and forget about all meetings and the fact that he’s only acting out of a sense of jealousy.
“Good. Now, I’m going to be heading out. Don’t leave the office,” he commands. I want to drop to my knees and say Yes, Sir, but I remain under control even if my pussy’s fluttering with submissive need.
“What about my blouse?” I ask him.
I can’t just walk around with an open top. Well I suppose I could drive home and change my clothes, but Jack has my keys and he’s supposed to drop them off in about an hour. I look at my watch. Shit, he’s probably at my apartment right now. If I can call him, he can probably get me an extra shirt.
“Sit here until I get back.” I look up at him, twisting my lips and arching my eyebrow up like he’s a bit crazy.
“I have work to do.”
“I’ll bring in your computer. Don’t take any calls from that asshole. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mr.… Wyatt.” That’s fine because he should be coming up here, so it’s not taking calls. What if I call him, though? I could ask him to bring me a blouse from my closet.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me. After this fucking card, I swear on all things that are holy that I want to destroy him.” I take the envelope and read my bestie’s card to her husband and gasp, turning beet red, knowing he thinks I was talking about blowing someone else and not several Baby Jacks. It’s a teasing inside joke between the two of them.
My sweet Jack,
I love you more and more every day. You’re my king, and I can’t wait to give you several BJs. Love,
Your only Valentine
Oh, my goodness. He takes it from me and shreds it violently.
I want to argue, but Mr. King’s going to be pissed when he learns that it’s not my card, and that I gave Jack the keys to my apartment because he forgot to grab her Valentine’s day present at my place yesterday. That’s all.
Wyatt grabs everything he needs for his meeting and brings his lips down on mine once more before leaving his office.
Quickly, I dash to my desk and grab my coat, wrapping it around me as I pick up my cell and shoot a text to Jack asking him to bring me a white blouse. A minute later, he sends me one back with a picture. Normally, I wouldn’t ask him, but that’s where the present was hidden anyway, he was going in there.
Me: Perfect.
Jack: On my way.
He arrives twenty thirty minutes later and I’m wrapped up in my coat, hoping there’s no signs that I’ve been ravished. He hands me the top. “Hey, thanks.”
“What happened to your shirt?” he asks.
“I spilled my water all over my blouse and it’s now see-through.” I turn red because I’m lying, but he believes me.
“Oh shit. Where’s that asshole boss who’s clearly got the hots for you?” he asks, looking toward his office.
“He doesn’t,” I argue, knowing Jack’s right.
“Bullshit. He wanted to kill me. Trust me; as a man madly in love with his wife, I can tell you that he was so ready to beat my brains in. I’ve looked into him since you started working with him, and I don’t see a problem with the guy. He does have a fucked-up past.”
“What do you mean a fucked-up past?” I question, an ex-wife and kids I don’t know about. I pang of jealousy hits me.
“His parents died in a car accident, leaving him orphaned as a teen and alone. He became isolated and the grumpy asshole you see. So far, all I’ve been able to dig up is that he’s antisocial and a dick but nothing else. He seems to have a thing for you. I didn’t need to look that up, though. One minute in his presence and the guy’s crazy about you. If you don’t want him, I’d walk out now and not come back. If you want the guy, I’d do what my wife did. Drive him fucking nuts and you’ll be complaining about being pregnant in no time.”