Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Yes, I’m right there, Jack. You’re…making me…”
“Come.” I palm her clit, curling my fingers to hit the perfect spot. Her words are incoherent, her cries of ecstasy so loud I’m sure the janitorial staff must hear us, but I don’t care. Right now, all I care about is giving her this pleasure, watching her cheeks turn pink as she rides my hand, her hips bucking, her breath hot and sweet as I capture her mouth in a deep, satisfying kiss.
After the last shudder racks her body, I slowly pull away, and Ellie opens her eyes, gazing up at me in a state of pure bliss. Her lips are swollen, her wig is crooked, and her mustache is curling up on one side like a dead caterpillar, but still she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I’m about to tell her so when the unmistakable click-clack of heels on the floor in the hallway pops the nirvana bubble.
“Someone’s coming,” I say.
“Shoot, I didn’t lock the door!” Eyes widening, Ellie frantically tries to smooth out her mustache, but it’s no use.
“Under here. Hurry.” As quickly as I can, I help her duck under the desk, settling myself into the chair seconds before Blair bursts into my office, her face pinched with concern. “Hey, Jack. Is everything okay?”
I inch my chair closer to my desk.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” I casually pluck a pen from the holder on my desk as if I’d been looking for it all along. My heart is slamming against my ribs, but on the outside I’m a stone-cold bastard, unruffled by my still-throbbing hard-on, my woman curled up like a cat at my feet, and my hiring manager scanning my office like a PI looking to bust a cheating spouse.
“I thought I heard screaming,” Blair says suspiciously.
“What? Oh, must have been that video Ryan sent me.” I grab my phone from the desk and shove it into a drawer. “He’s hosting a client appreciation party in Portland. Pretty rowdy bunch.”
She scowls. “I thought the whole reason he was out there was to find clients.”
“Exactly. Nothing says ‘come on board’ like a party.” I arch a brow, forcing myself to sit absolutely still as Ellie fidgets beneath the desk. “Blair, you should head home. You work too hard.”
“You know I don’t mind putting in extra work for the team,” she says with a grin. “Actually, I’m looking for Eric. I saw him come this way. Figured he was in here with you. But then I heard the noise and thought maybe you guys were duking it out or something.”
Duking it out?
That’s one way to put it…
I shrug. “Nope. Haven’t seen him. Have a good night, Blair.”
Her gaze lasers in on the chair in front my desk with the precision of a military-grade missile launcher. “Is that your jacket?”
About ten sizes too small, but… “Sure is.”
She takes another step into the office. “Are you sure you didn’t see—”
“Blair? It’s been a long day, I still have a few things to wrap up, and I’d like to get out of here before midnight. If you’re looking for Eric, try his workstation or send him an email.”
“Right, of course.” She glances around the office again. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“Good night, Blair.” I flash a smile that I hope says “I’m exhausted from a hard day’s work” rather than “I have a woman dressed as a man hiding under my desk and you’ve interrupted what could’ve been another Super Magical Nuclear Powered Fab-Gasm, and I’d really like to get back to it.”
Blair studies me a moment longer, but finally she relents, imploring me not to work too hard before shutting the door and disappearing down the hall.
“All clear, kitten,” I tease, reaching under my desk to rub Ellie’s ears. “You can crawl back into my lap now.”
“Not a chance, Holt. That was too close.” She rolls out with a rush of breath. “As of right now, our office sexcapades are officially over. No more desk nookie. Or any other kind of workplace nookie.”
“Oh, come on. Where’s your sense of adventure?” I grab her hands and try to pull her into my lap, but she’s not having it.
“Where’s your sense of trying to avoid a lawsuit?”
“Worried Blair is going to sue us?”
“Nothing would surprise me from that woman.” Ellie adjusts her wig and her clothes, straightening all the things I worked so hard to un-straighten, before turning to me with a wink, “But lucky for you, one of us has an apartment a few blocks away. With a bed. And no nosy colleagues.”
“Hey! That’s me!” I vault from my seat, circling the desk and snatching her suit coat from the chair. “Have I told you how brilliant you are today?”
Her smile widens. “I don’t mind hearing it twice.”
“Brilliant,” I say, tossing her the suit coat. “And sexy. And hopefully fast.”