Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
But finally, it’s just the two of us.
“How’d I do?” she asks, but her smile says loud and clear that she knows she rocked it.
“I had high expectations, and you smashed through every one of them in the first five minutes.” It’s high praise and not something I hand out lightly.
“Knew it!” she cheers, her fists in the air with invisible pompoms and her smile growing even wider. But then she pats my tie with her palm. “You were worried for nothing.”
I catch her hand, holding it to my chest and cursing the layers of fabric between our skin, wishing I could feel her touch. “I wasn’t worried for you. I knew you’d be able to deal with anything, but I was worried the guys couldn’t handle you. I’m glad I was wrong and they did me proud, eventually.”
Her smile melts into something more intimate, and the space between us charges.
“You care about them so much. They know that, even the ones who fight you. They have good reasons not to trust you’re for real or that you actually give a shit and aren’t going to bail on them. But you keep showing up for them, and eventually, you’ll earn their trust and change their lives.”
She gets it. So many people don’t, but she does.
“Go out with me,” I say. It’s not a question, but not an order either. A prayer? A wish?
And doesn’t only break my self-prescribed rules, it breaks a promise I made to Evan—that I’d stay away from her if she’s working here. I don’t like doing that. It goes against everything I’m about, but at the same time, I can’t stay away from her.
Samantha’s brows furrow together. “Like a date? Or back to your place?”
“A date, though I’ll admit I’m rock-hard and wanting to bury myself inside you after hearing you talk like that for the last hour.” She lets me guide her hand to my cock, and though I mean to keep one eye on the open door to check for anyone walking by, my eyes flutter closed at her barest touch.
She squeezes me, giving me one good stroke through my slacks, and thankfully, no one interrupts us.
“I don’t know if a date is what you really want, Chance. In public, sitting and chatting, getting to know each other better like this thing between us is going somewhere.” She’s purring, making that sound like the sexiest thing ever. Huskier and sharper, she says, “No, I’m pretty sure you want a quick, dirty fuck to make this ache in your balls go away.”
Her hand dips lower, cupping my balls and rolling them gently. I have to stifle the groan she’s pulling from me. Getting too close to the point of no return, I jerk away from her and take a deep, jagged breath to steady myself.
“Can’t I want both?”
“You’re learning,” she tells me, the light in her big brown eyes bright and excited. “How about this? I’m busy tonight, but tomorrow, you can pick me up at eight. On one condition.” Her lips quirk, and I know I’m going to hate her condition.
“What’s that?”
“Keep that for me,” she says, pointing between us at my raging cock. “No jacking off, no coming, nothing . . . until tomorrow night with me.”
I do groan at that, low and gruff in my throat, before admitting, “Tomorrow? I don’t know if I can.”
That truly sounds so far away.
“Then no date. Your call. If you don’t show up, I’ll know you were too weak to wait.” She licks her lips like she wouldn’t be too disappointed to know I was so aroused by her that I couldn’t handle a twenty-four-hour delay.
But I’ve written and read enough contracts to know a loophole when I see one. “How will you know? I could jack off the second I walk into my office, still show up for our date, and you’d be none the wiser.”
She tilts her head, pressing her lips together thoughtfully. “But you’d know. And that’s not the kind of man you are. Plus, do you really think I wouldn’t be able to tell?”
Logic tells me that she wouldn’t know if I’d come once, twice, ten times, or not at all. There’d be no way of being sure unless I was wearing cum in my hair like gel in some sort of Something About Mary scene. But the clever look in her eyes makes me pause. Though it makes no sense, I truly believe she’d know on sight if I jacked off before seeing her.
“Deal,” I agree, glancing at my watch and doing some quick math. “Twenty-nine hours, twelve minutes, and thirty-five seconds. I can do that.”
She laughs. “Not that you’re counting.”
I shake my head. “Of course not. On another note that’s perhaps a bit distracting.” I jokingly look at my watch, bouncing my head with every passing second before looking back at her with a devil’s grin. “Evan agreed that we should host you for a whole series of classes if you’re up for it. What do you think?”