Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
My body is about to combust. Between my thighs, my panties are drenched. Hardened nipples scratch against my bra. And an internal fire alights my flesh from the inside out. He sheds the tie and undoes the first two buttons before placing his hands on his hips to mimic my position.
“I need you to look over some contracts with me. I want some advice,” he says as he strolls over to sit in his chair. I’m so dumbfounded by the quick turn of events that it takes me a second for my mind to catch up to his words.
“Contracts?” I murmur.
His dark brow arches up again, and he smiles crookedly at me. “Contracts.” Then his gaze narrows as he roams my body. “You didn’t think we were going to fuck in here, did you? With everyone listening?”
I swallow and shake my head before hurrying over to the seat across from his desk. Snagging the nearest folder on his desk, I snap it open and stare at the words on a page. My brain is running a hundred miles per hour. Nothing on the page makes sense.
He reaches across the desk and snags my wrist. I let out a yelp when he pulls my hand to his face. Then, in a shocking move, he sucks on my middle finger. I dart my gaze to his blazing one, my lips parted open in surprise. His tongue teases the underside of my finger like he’s done on my clit which has a low moan escaping me.
“Baby,” he growls and playfully bites my flesh before pulling away. “I most definitely want to fuck you. Right here on this desk. I want to make you scream. I want your pussy to drip all over these files and smear the ink. Violet, I want my cock buried so deep in your sore cunt that you beg me to stop.” Another growl. “But that’s the thing, beautiful, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d fuck you all day over and over. You’d be weak from all the orgasms, and I’d be worthless to run this company. Together, we’re explosive.” He kisses the tip of my finger. “Which is why the fireworks have to stay outside of this building.”
I swallow and nod. “You drive me crazy with the way you talk…”
“I know.” He winks and flashes me a knowing grin before releasing me.
Now that I know I won’t be getting spread out over the desk and feasted upon like a Thanksgiving dinner, I can focus. Focus. Focus.
Violet, focus.
“I had a pet bird once,” he murmurs, his voice soft.
My fingers had been stroking circles on his bare chest. “Mmm?” I look up to find him staring up at my bedroom ceiling, lost in thought. After a productive day at work, he took me out for sake and sushi. Then, we ended up in my bed where he made me come so hard I nearly forgot my name.
But I didn’t forget the condom.
I managed to throw one at him and even ignored his groans of complaint.
The sex was amazing.
This cuddling thing, though, is even better. I’d missed human connection. Simple kissing and touching.
“I’d been hunting quail with my dad. We killed a mother. She left behind a squawking baby bird. My father was pissed when I told him I was going to keep it as a pet,” he tells me gruffly. “I hardly ever acted out against my father. But I wanted it, Violet. I needed it. Something about that bird spoke to me.”
I smile because him caring for a little bird is sweet. “How old were you?”
“Nine.” His hand covers mine on his chest and he rubs his thumb along my flesh. “I took it home. Named it Wail the Quail.” We both laugh. “Wail was loud and needy. But I loved him. I’d marched my butt down to the library and checked out every book I could find on quails. I learned about their feeding, nesting, sleep habits. Everything there was to know about Wail, I made it my job to figure out.”
“That’s so sweet,” I say, leaning forward to kiss his jaw.
He’s quiet for a moment before speaking. “I loved that bird. Dad knew it.” His voice grows cold, sending shards of ice poking at me. “One day, Mom cooked a nice dinner. As we were eating, Dad not-so-kindly pointed out that we were eating Wail’s mother.”
I tense and stare at him. His eyes are clenched shut and his nostrils flare with fury. I kiss him again in hopes to calm him, but it doesn’t work. A ripple of rage quakes through him.
“When I stood from the table and told him I would not eat my pet’s mother, he threatened to murder Wail if I didn’t eat the meat. With tears in my eyes, I choked down that bird. Mom had mentally checked out, staring at her plate and not touching the meat she’d prepared.” His voice cracks which causes tears to well in my eyes.