Series: Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
This probably will too. I try to remind myself at every breath, and it creates a riot of anxiety mingled with the pleasure that he hasn’t left yet, which sadly only heightens the experience.
He’s still dangerous to me, only now, it’s in a far worse way.
I’m going to lose my heart to him.
He drags his open mouth along my neck and bites me. “You gonna let me fuck you in your shop again?” His voice is rough, a low growl. “Let off steam, so I can make it through dinner?”
Like he would have blue balls if we don’t have sex first. Like he needs me that badly. It’s a powerful feeling to be that wanted—I’ve never experienced it before.
“What do you think?” I want more words out of this guy. Find out if his thoughts match the feelings I absorb from him.
“I think you are.” He steps back and unbuckles his belt.
My eyes track the movement, finding it slightly threatening and extremely hot.
“Oh, you want the belt?”
Shit! Do I? Definitely not. Only... heat floods between my legs.
He loops the belt around my waist and uses it to pull my hips against his body. “Tell me, bella, how do you want my belt?”
A shiver runs through my body at the thought of him using it to spank me. Do I want that? I don’t think so, but my body disagrees, my excitement level ratcheting even higher.
He continues talking as he backs me toward the door and locks it, turning my Open sign to Closed. “You want it around your throat while I fuck you from behind? Hmm?” His breath is hot on my ear. “Or should I use it to bind your wrists behind your back?”
Oh, damn. I hadn’t considered either of those possibilities. And they both freak me out and turn me on in equal measures.
“Or did you just want to feel it across your ass?”
This time the shiver that runs through me is big enough for him to sense.
“Don’t worry, Flowers. I’ll make sure you like it.”
He shifts the belt to loop under my ass and pulls up to pin our bodies together. My core is molten right now. We’ve barely gotten started, and I’m already losing my sanity. Close to orgasm.
This is what this man does to me.
It’s crazy.
He spins me around and backs me into the break room. “I wanted you on your bed. On your forearms and knees with those thighs spread wide. Will you do that for me later, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I swear. I’d promise him just about anything right now. I’m drunk with lust. Drunk on him.
He turns me around and pulls up the hem of my short cotton dress. “You always wear these short fucking dresses. They make me crazy, Flowers. Make it so easy for me to bare your ass and spank this pretty skin purple.” The most this guy talks is when we’re having sex. No wonder that’s the place I feel like we connect best. He yanks my panties down and delivers four slaps to my ass, then rubs out the sting. “You’re so hot. So beautiful.”
Keep talking, boss man. His words are a balm to my ears. Maybe I am needy. Clingy. Whatever. Because I drink his praise right now like it’s an elixir. But this guy doesn’t talk much, so when he does, it feels significant.
“Spread,” he commands, shoving my panties down until they drop to the floor. His voice is so deep and sure. I can’t imagine anyone ever argues with him.
I widen my stance and hollow my back, emboldened by all his praise. He slides his belt between my legs and brings the leather over my core.
“Mmm,” I moan.
He pulls it back out and flicks just the end of it between my legs, spanking my pussy.
I gasp. It stings, but he went lightly. It’s not painful. Just a little hurty.
“You like getting your pussy spanked, little girl?”
Oh damn. Now he’s calling me little girl. Why do I love that so much?
“N-no,” I lie.
He replaces the belt with his fingers and rubs over my slit. I’m sopping wet. “I think you do. You want me to spank your ass with it?”
My breath is audible. Not quite a gasp, but a rasping between us. I don’t answer.
“Hmm? I think you want to try it, don’t you? Are you scared, Flowers?”
I nod my head up and down. I’m facing the Formica table, the grey speckled surface swimming in front of my eyes.
He steps right up to me, kicks my legs wider, and cages my throat, pulling my torso up until my back meets his front. His hardened cock presses against my ass through his pants. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you, Hannah? Or is it fear?”
Hot prickles skitter across my skin. I can already tell I’m going to bawl when this is over because there’s pressure in my face, tears in my throat. His hand there amplifies the feeling. He’s not squeezing, but he easily could. If those fingers tightened, he could end my life, just like that.