Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“I’m fine.” She tries to wave me off, but I hover over her so she can’t.
“Bronte.” My voice is deep and demanding, and when her eyes snap to mine, I love the power it gives me. “Stay still. That’s an order.”
“Okay,” she says softly and relaxes against the floor.
When my gaze travels down her body, I notice that her dress has bunched up around her waist and her legs are bare. Seeing all that beautiful smooth skin makes my mouth water, and I can’t stop my hand from moving to it.
“I should check you for injuries.” I swallow hard as I pull the hem of her dress the rest of the way up to reveal her white cotton panties.
“Marcus.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“Let me touch you,” I say, almost as quietly as her. The hand I have on the back of her head moves to her neck. I rub my thumb across her chin while I stare into her eyes. “I’ve waited so long.”
She doesn’t tell me to stop as I release the dress at her waist and move my hand between her legs. I keep staring into her eyes as my fingers trace the edge of her panties and then over the cotton covering her pussy. Her eyelids flutter as I gently touch her there, feeling the soft material dampen as her desire grows.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined this?” I lean closer so that I can feel her breath against my lips. “How long I’ve ached for you?”
“For me?” Her words catch in her throat as I press against her wet panties, rubbing her clit.
“All of it’s for you, Bronte. All of it.”
I close the distance between our lips because I can’t go another second without kissing her. The sound that leaves her is like a whimper, but I don’t stop. I’m demanding as I lick her bottom lip, but she’s a good girl and obeys, opening for me. I taste her tongue, and my own desire bears down on me as my cock throbs in my pants.
She moans when I pull the wet cotton to the side, exposing her pussy for my touch. Her body shivers in pleasure, and mine does the same as my fingertips come in contact with her slippery wet heat.
With my mouth on hers, I lose all sense of time and place. I don’t care that we’re on the floor of our shared office. Clearly, it’s the middle of the day and someone could walk in on us, but I’ve forgotten all of that.
All I care about right this second is making Bronte feel something close to what I feel for her.
Chapter Five
BRONTE
Marcus’s mouth crushes to mine, and his tongue is greedy as it thrusts past my lips. The action intensifies the kiss, and my whole world shifts. I’m not sure we'll ever be able to go back to the way things were before this moment.
This kiss is the most pleasurable experience I’ve ever had in my life, and I don’t want it to stop. I grip the front of his shirt and kiss him back, letting him silently know what I’m feeling. This is passion. This is what I’ve always dreamed of. It’s all-consuming lust that can’t be stopped, or could it be more than that?
“Bronte.” Marcus groans my name against my mouth. “I’m going to kiss you here.” His finger slides through the seam of my sex to find my clit.
“Yes,” I breathe, wanting to feel that greedy tongue of his there too. I’m desperate to see how high he can take this overwhelming pleasure and passion.
"Wasn't asking."
I expect to see that sexy smirk of his, but it's not there now. Marcus’s expression is intense, and it makes my stomach flutter with excitement. I’ll never forget this or the way he’s looking at me. This one moment tells me so many things, and it’s being branded into my soul.
He grabs my dress and further bunches it around my waist as his fingers tug my panties all the way to the side. Marcus moves between my legs, and his wide shoulders part my thighs. When he’s settled there, he doesn’t tease me or take his time; instead, his mouth greedily covers my sex, and I gasp. He parts the folds of my sex with his fingers to spread me open. When he focuses on my clit, my eyes roll back.
My body tingles, and the pulse between my thighs becomes too intense. Everything is instantly overwhelming, and I reach down and grip his hair. I want to pull his mouth off of me, yet I keep lifting my hips to his face. The muscles in my legs tighten under the pressure, and it feels like they are threatening to give out. I’m writhing now, and whatever edge I’m at is so close but still out of my reach.