Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
I laugh. "I think we've reached the point where you can call me Daniel."
She takes a few steps into the room toward me and stops with only a few feet between us.
"Okay, Daniel, you wanted to see me?"
I laugh because how can I not? She knows that she holds all of the power here, knows that she's got me tied up in knots. I look at her in her eyes, daring her to look away. "Did I see you flirting with Thomas downstairs?"
She doesn't even blink. "You saw that, did you?"
I growl and take a step toward her. "You know I did. I see everything that you do."
She looks at me accusingly. "You stalk me."
I shrug my shoulders. I'm not going to deny it. "Yes, I do."
She shakes her head. "I don't like this game anymore."
I move toward her until our bodies are only inches apart. I can feel her breasts brush against me every time she inhales. "You didn't like this afternoon in the boardroom?"
She rolls her eyes. "You mean when you made me come?"
With one finger I brush a stray hair off her shoulder and then I lift my hand and let it rest on the base of her neck. "Are you telling me that you didn't like it?"
Her pulse is racing underneath my palm. "I liked it, but it wasn't enough."
I have to agree with her on that. I enjoyed watching her come undone, but I want more. "Tell me what you want."
She's like no woman I've ever met before. She says it exactly as it is, and she goes after what she wants. She leans her head back so she has to look up at me. "I want you to make me come. No toys. The only thing I want is you."
She surprises me when she reaches out and cups my hard manhood. I lean down and press my forehead against hers. "I'm mad at you right now."
Her hand tightens on my balls before releasing them and then moving up my shaft. "You don't seem like you're mad."
I grit my teeth. "You touched another man."
She seems to think about it for a minute, and her soft voice responds, "You mean when I touched Thomas' arm?"
"Yes, and he's lucky he didn't touch you. If he had, he would be in a gutter somewhere right now."
She smiles at me. "I knew you were watching. That's why I did it. I figured I owed you for the torture that you dished out to me earlier today."
"Torture? How did I torture you? I can still taste you on my tongue. There was no torture... only pleasure."
She wraps her hand around my girth through my pants and squeezes. "I don't want some toy to please me. I want this inside me."
My hips jerk. "Fuck," I moan. "I'm going to kiss you now," I tell her, and I don't wait for a response. I press my lips to hers, and it's like I'm home. That's the only way I know how to describe it. Our mouths mate, moving, discovering each other. I press my tongue to the seam of her lips, and she opens for me. Our tongues meet in a duel, and I swallow her moan as she lifts up on her tiptoes, pressing her hips into my groin.
I had so many plans for this. I wanted to draw it out, bring her to the edge and then back again. I wanted her the first time in my bed... our bed. I need her to want me, but there's no way I'm going to last. I'm going to come in my pants if it continues like this.
I pull back, panting. My hand goes around the base of her throat, forcing her to look at me. I search her eyes, and she’s already so far gone just from a kiss. “You want to come.”
She nods, even though I meant it as more of a statement than a question.
“There are rules... things you’ll have to agree to before I bury my cock inside you and make you scream.”
She whimpers in response.
“I will be the only man from here on out...”
Her eyes widen, and her cheeks turn a bright red. “You’ll be my first...”
My hips buck, and my hold tightens on her. Her first... I’m going to be her first. “And your only.”
I look at her as if challenging her to disagree. She rolls her eyes at me. “It’s not like I sleep around or anything.”
I want to spank her ass for her sassy mouth, but I don’t. Right now, I can barely think straight.
She draws me back on the subject at hand. “What else? What other rules do you have?”
“I won’t give up stalking you. I’m not wanting to control you, but I have this crazy desire to make sure you’re safe and that you’re protected.” I hold my hands up in front of me. “I won’t give in on this.”