Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
My cock jolts in my hand. “I’ll fucking love that.”
“What?” Her laughter intensifies. “You would love it if I was loud?”
“I’d fucking love it,” I correct her before pushing it even more, “I’m hard right now thinking about that.”
“You’re hard?” Her voice drops to a whisper.
I laugh out loud because I’m close to one hundred percent sure she’s alone at Declan and Abby’s. Unless she’s trying not to wake their cat, there’s no reason for her to whisper.
“Are you alone?” I ask, need woven into each syllable.
“Yes,” she whispers again, but I swear there’s a note of something else in her tone.
“Carrie,” I say her name, readying for a question that I hope will make her pencil losing her virginity into her schedule for tomorrow.
“Please don’t ask what I’m wearing.” She lets out a laugh that’s as light as a breeze. “That’s so cliché.”
I fist the crown of my cock and squeeze. “I don’t care what you’re wearing.”
“You don’t?” There’s no mistaking the fact that disappointment mars her tone.
“I care about what’s under your clothes.”
“Ohhh,” she drags that across her tongue. “Wow.”
“When’s the last time you came?” I finally ask what I’ve wanted to since I saw her tonight.
She’s wound up tight. I know, without any doubt, that if my fingers were on her pussy, she’d be coming undone within seconds.
Her breathing shifts. It quickens ever so slightly before she answers, “I don’t remember.”
My hand stops mid-stroke as I ask the expected question. “What do you mean you don’t remember?”
“Never with a boy….” She stops herself. “With a man, I mean. I’ve never had an orgasm with a man before.”
What the fuck? She’s too beautiful, too smart, too everything to be neglected by men.
I met her because she was in the office of one of my employees, but if I had spotted her standing on the sidewalk, I would have pursued her. I would have chased after her until I got her in bed.
She’s sensuality personified, yet there isn’t a man in this city who has taken the time to give her everything she needs in bed and, I suspect, out of bed.
“I want to have one,” she whispers. “With you.”
“Now?” I blurt out.
“I can’t come over now, Rook. It’s late.” She takes a breath. “Besides, I’m not ready for our night yet. I have to do a few things before we do that.”
“Put your hand on your pussy,” I practically growl the words out. “Now, Carrie.”
“Oh my God.” Her voice trembles. “Are you going to make me orgasm on the phone?”
It takes every ounce of control I have not to ask to switch this to a video chat, but I don’t because pushing this sweet little angel will not get me what I want. Suddenly, a good hard fuck with her has slipped to second on my list of things I need in my life. Giving her countless orgasms has jumped to number one.
“Yes,” I say. “Put your hand on your pussy.”
“Yes,” she repeats back. “I am.”
“Lay on your back,” I command. “Spread your legs.”
“Okay,” she whimpers.
“You’re wet,” I assume, but deep down know she must be.
I’ve watched the way she moves when she’s around me. How her nipples harden, her breath catches, and the way she squirmed that peach of an ass of hers on the chair in the bar and again tonight in the restaurant.
“I am,” she whispers.
“Circle your clit with your fingertip,” I tell her. “Nice, slow circles.”
“Slow,” she purrs. “Rook, I’ve never done this with a man before.”
“I know, sweetness,” I murmur. “I’ve got you.”
“Close your eyes,” I growl, stroking my throbbing cock. “Think about me being next to you.”
“Naked?” she asks, need threaded into her voice.
“Buck naked.”
“How do you look naked?” she whispers again.
I’m a well-respected attorney with a child, so there is zero chance in hell I’m sending a dick pic to anyone, even this woman.
“Like every dream you’ve ever had.”
That’s all it takes to break her. I know without question that the phone tumbles out of her hand when she comes because I hear the addictive sound of her moans before they start echoing in the distance.
I’m right behind her, grunting my way through my release as thick ropes of cum land on my stomach and hand.
“You made a fucking mess, Thorsen,” I say to myself as I come down from the high while still trying to make out what’s happening on the other end of the call.
“Carrie?” I ask tentatively.
“I’m here,” she says in a breathy tone. “I need to go.”
I don’t push. I don’t ask for more. I just give her what she wants and what I know she needs from me. “Goodnight, Carrie. I hope you sleep well.”
“Oh, I think I will,” she laughs lightly. “Goodnight, Rook.”
The call ends, and I toss my head back into the soft leather of my office chair.