Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“So much for you not mixing business with pleasure, Kingston.” There’s a coyness in her tone as she spreads her legs a little wider. I wedge my way closer. What I wouldn’t give to hide away in this office, bury my head between her thighs, and taste Tessa, this time straight from the source.
“As if there was ever a chance. I never could deny anything when it came to you,” I admit. Even though I did that to myself yesterday, this time it’s for her.
“In that case, I’ll see you after work, Mr. Thomas.” She hops off the desk, shimmying her skirt as she does. The beautiful view I was privileged to see is gone, leaving my cock hard and heavy. Later, much later, when the office is quiet, I’m going to have her mouth on me, a fantasy I’ve been dreaming about for far too long.
“Yes, you will, Miss Drake.” My lips graze across hers, lightly this time. There’s no way I’ll be taking it further again, or I’ll never get any work done. “Enjoy your treat.” My innuendo hits its mark as a blush takes over not only her cheeks but carries down to her chest.
“Oh, I am, and I will. You can leave the door open on your way out. I’m almost finished with my paperwork, then I’ll drop it off to you or Mace?” We’ve yet to hire a human resource personnel, not that I’m looking forward to it, but I’ll be damn sure to make sure fraternizing with employees isn’t some damn made-up code of conduct.
“Mace will do. If I get you in my office, I’ll never work today.” As it is, I’ll be working through lunch to get through the rest of the contracts that are currently on my desk.
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” She sits back in her chair. I’m walking towards her door.
“What did I tell you? You’re a temptress, Tessa, and soon, you’re going to get more than you bargained for.” I open the door, close to saying ‘the hell with it’ and carrying Tessa out over my shoulder, ass ripe for something she’s probably not ready for yet, and the whole damn office wondering what the fuck is going on.
“We’ll see about that.” I don’t respond. Foreplay in the form of words is still foreplay, and Tessa is fucking mastering it.
7
TESSA
All day long while I’ve been working, my eyes kept straying towards the clock on my computer. Of course, that was after I filled out forms that seemed like eighty pages long, and truth be told, for a couple of the forms I had to call my mom for advice. Working as a waitress in a college town, we didn’t get much of an hourly wage, basically relying on tips and using the measly wage to pay for the taxes on the tips. This corporate world is a whole new ball game, and thank god I could take my lunch break and ask my mom for help. After that was finally done, it only took me a few minutes to bring Mace the paperwork. Then it was time to watch a boring-ass instructional video about the computer software. I mean, it was par for the course; it still was so bad that I had to pause it three times, once for a coffee break, which basically had turned to black sludge by the time the afternoon rolled in. Sure, I could have made more, but rocking the boat as being the new kid on the block wasn’t an idea that sat well. Then, after drinking the nastiest coffee on the face of the planet—another adjustment I’ll have to make, either bringing my own from home or grabbing a cup on the way in—I had to pee. The third time, it was just to stretch my legs, during which I caught Mace’s eye as he walked by. He told me having to watch that video sucked, but it was a necessary evil even for him, and to please not tell his wife because she set this up until he got on his feet in terms of office personnel.
I finish watching, wishing like hell the day would hurry up and pass or in the slightest of hopes the office would clear out once it hits six o’clock. There is nothing left for me to do, so I shut my computer down, grab my bag, and am walking towards my door to shut the lights off, not knowing if King is going to work later or what is going on.
“Where are you heading off to so soon?” I’m startled by King’s voice, his presence, the way he carries himself. The powerful and authoritative tone. Yesterday, he wore a suit. Today, it’s more of a casual type of King. Though, I prefer the man in shorts minus the shirt. This isn’t a bad look either—white pressed long-sleeved button-down shirt, no tie, giving a view of his throat, tanned skin, and what I know gives way to a muscular chest.