Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
She was tender between her legs, and the warm wetness eased some of her discomfort. They wrapped their arms around her and whispered sweet words. She was far too tired to understand them, but she knew they were comforting and filled with pleasure.
The feel of their hard bodies pressed to her front and back was the last thing she was aware of before she let sleep take her away.
Chapter Seventeen
“Mr. Moore, you have a lunch meeting with Angelina Santina at noon.”
Blythe’s face heated when she glanced at Dietrich and saw him watching her intently. It had only been a few days since the three of them had been intimate, but it felt like only yesterday.
Just remembering what they had done, how she felt, had blood rushing to her clit and nipples. Stellan had left the next morning and she hadn’t seen him since, but Dietrich told her he had business up north and wouldn’t be back for a few days.
It was a bit strange to do mundane things like his schedule after what they did. Although he was still commanding, and ordered her around, it wasn’t at the level as when they had sex.
“Thank you, Miss Winters.” He leaned back, his big body taking up the majority of the couch. His posture was relaxed even though he wore another three-piece suit, this one navy blue with a pewter colored dress shirt and a silver tie.
Blythe didn’t think she’d ever get used to him dressed like that. It was just so damn hot.
“Okay, well other than that your schedule is clear. If you don’t need anything else from me, I think I’ll do a little sightseeing with Miranda.” Miranda, one of Dietrich’s assistants in Portugal for event planning, had invited her a few days back.
They exchanged numbers, and Miranda had called her yesterday trying to set something up. As long as Dietrich gave her the rest of the day off, she could kick back a bit. Aside from the intense, sex-filled night she had shared with them, her days and nights had been spent on actual work.
She hadn’t even called Austin or her mom to check in.
To be honest, she didn’t think she even wanted to call Austin. No doubt he would be able to tell what she had done just by the tone of her voice.
Dietrich watched her for a moment before saying, “Come here, Blythe.”
He rarely used her first name, she noticed. As she moved the ten or so steps it took to get to him, she was surprised she could even stay steady in her heels. He had that look on his face, the one that told her he wasn’t thinking about work.
Over the past few days, the expression he wore was one she had become very familiar with. Her cardigan was long enough that it covered her hips and belly, but the pencil skirt was a bit tight and had her ass on full display.
“What time will you be back?”
She licked her lips and glanced out the window.
“I asked you a question, Miss Winters.”
She knew he’d be at the lunch meeting for several hours and after that his night was free. She also knew he didn’t need her, so what did it matter? “I don’t know, but your evening is free, and I haven’t had the chance to really see the sights. Did you need me to do any work for you?”
“No.” He didn’t blink as he said that one word.
“Then you don’t have an issue with me taking the rest of the day off?”
It took him a little longer to answer. “No.”
“Well, Mr. Moore, then I guess I’ll be back when I get back.” She didn’t miss the way his jaw hardened or how a muscle ticked under his cheek.
For several tense seconds, they did nothing but watch each other. Blythe felt like she had said something wrong, but she knew she hadn’t.
“I think you’ve forgotten your place, Miss Winters.” The dark blue of his eyes inflamed her as they traveled up and down her body.
Could he see how hard her nipples were? He stood, and she took a step back. Even in her heels, he towered over her. His hands went to his belt and started to undo it. Throat constricting and eyes widening, Blythe had a sickening, yet excited, feeling of what he planned on doing.
“Mr. Moore? What are you doing?” The sound of his leather belt being yanked through the loops of his slacks had moisture pooling in her panties. He didn’t answer, just sat back on the couch and stared up at her.
“I’m going to whip your ass for disobeying me.”
“What?” She squeaked, but she grew hotter at the thought.
“You’ll learn quickly enough that when I ask something, you will answer. I’m not one to play games. We may not be in the bedroom, and I may not be fucking you every which way, but I am still in charge.”