Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I sat there a moment just staring at my water glass.
Three. Two—
“How did it go?”
I chuckled after hearing my mother, knowing she’d be in here before I could even form a thought. I looked at her and smiled. “It was fine. He’s a really nice guy.” I checked my phone and saw the time. “I’ll help you clean up, but I gotta head home. I have to get up early for work.” The look I gave my mother spoke loud enough that she didn’t probe.
And thank God for that, because the last thing I wanted to do was have a slip of the tongue and let Mom know I was having feelings for my boss, a man I didn’t know… and who fucked me senseless last night.
10
ANTHONY
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“We need to look at stocks and margins.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“And that contract needs to be finalized by the end of the week.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Mr. Blackwell?”
I set the pen I’d been tapping against the conference table and focused on the two men stationed on either side of me.
“Do what needs to be done.” I hadn’t heard a fucking word they said, my mind focused on… other things. I trusted the men in this room to make the right choices where the business was concerned. I had to if I wanted to make sure my company didn’t fucking sink. My gut never led me astray. I handpicked every single one of them, because I knew they had the same goal as me.
Make money.
That wasn’t the only thing in life, but it’s what made everything run. Like it or not, it’s the way the world worked, and you either played the game or you were the loser.
And fuck losing. I got what I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. I always won.
And that’s why I knew I had to see Pyper again. She’d been on my mind since Saturday night, and for the last day and a half, I hadn’t been able to shake her. She’d burrowed herself in me with her sharp little red-painted claws. I knew I couldn’t walk away. I knew I couldn’t let her go, not until I had her again and saw if this was more than me needing another sample of the hottest ass I’d ever had.
“That it?” The men around me looked at each other, not used to seeing me on edge… not like this. I felt fucking fidgety, as if I downed a pot of coffee and popped some speed.
I didn’t wait for them to respond, just got up, left the boardroom, and went to my office. I looked up Pyper in the staff directory first thing this morning. I let her marinate in my mind all day Sunday, seeing if I could shake her, and when I couldn’t—when all I could think about was her—I stalked her gorgeous ass.
Pyper Hawthorn. She worked in the data entry division, had only been here for six months but was praised in her file by her supervisor for fast, effective work. Not that I gave a shit about that. I wanted her no matter what, even if she said fuck the job and everything it entailed.
I leaned back in my chair and stared at the laptop screen. At her picture I pulled up. Christ, even her employee picture was fucking hot. She looked so shy as she smiled for the camera. A little smirk. I remembered those lips and how they felt. I fantasized about how she tasted and felt as I jerked off this morning.
Fuck, I came so hard. It had been a long one too, one that seemed to go on forever, but it still hadn’t felt as good as being buried deep inside Pyper.
I wanted to fill her up again. Yeah, that’s what I wanted to do. That’s what I would do. I was hard again just thinking about her, thinking about how much cum I’d put inside her. It would be so much that I would leak out of her tight, little pink pussy for hours, just like I imagined she did when she woke up yesterday.
The knock on my door had me glancing up, and after calling out for him to enter—because I knew who it was, since he was the only one allowed to even knock on my door—my PA pushed it open and stuck his head around the corner. He knew never to open it unless given the all-clear. “Matt McMillian of McMillian and Son wants to know if you’re available for lunch later today.”
I stared at Michael, then looked at the computer screen again. “Not today. I already have lunch plans.”
Whether Pyper knew it or not… she was having lunch with me this afternoon.
11
PYPER
When I got the memo that there was a company lunch this afternoon, my initial reaction was confusion. I wasn’t in a position to be invited to company luncheons unless they were preplanned and company-wide.