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)
“Good, you’re here. I’m done hiding. We have got to figure things out. Mae will be here in a matter of days, and we’re still sneaking around like two freaking teenagers. You want to know why I’m avoiding her calls? This is why. I’m so incredibly happy, and I can’t share it with my best friend because her father wants to keep things hush-hush.” Okay, I’m blaming Kingston more than I should. We both agreed to see where things go. Maybe I’m in another stratosphere than him.
“Do me a favor and call her. We’re going to talk to her the second she finally lands her ass back home. The stubborn mule is waiting until Christmas Eve to fly in so she can get as much studying in instead of coming home and doing it here.” Mae is his daughter. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. I’m pretty sure if she were a male, Mae would be his clone, and I’m not talking in looks.
“I was already planning on it this weekend. I have some Christmas shopping to do. I’ll talk to her then because begging to figure out what I’m getting her will keep her busy and the pressure off what’s going on at work. Which, why do you act shocked that she’s staying there longer than necessary? Workaholics run in the family tree.” I don’t tell him there could be another reason that Mae is staying longer and making her trip home short. I’m not touching that topic of conversation right now.
“I’m not going out of town this weekend for that client. His schedule changed, so plans changed. I like you have a few things to do, so keep your plans. It won’t be much longer, Tessa. We’ll tell Mae and your parents together.” At least now we’re getting somewhere. Between our late nights at work together and time at his place, this is the one topic of conversation that wasn’t brought up. Sure, I know what he loves to do on his down time, his favorite foods, how he is anal retentive on making sure the house is cleaned, the lights are off, and he even checks every window and door to make sure they’re locked before he meets me in bed. Kingston knows all about my quirks, how I only need one cup of coffee to function, the absolute necessity of needing some sort of candy when I’m stuck on something. I came into the office one day, and there, sitting on my desk, was a candy dish full of the colorful, sweet, chewy goodness.
“Okay.” His hand cups my cheek, thumb sliding over my bottom lip, and I’m thankful it’s close to the end of the day because I can see there is something he desperately needs, and so do I.
15
TESSA
“I’m going to make you come, but you have to be quiet. Can you do that for me, temptress?” The moment he cupped my cheek and I felt his tongue slide out of his mouth to whisper over my own that was sweeping over my bottom lip, I knew what Kingston was after. The added stress in both of our lives has been taking a toll on me, and while I can’t make everything copacetic right this very minute, we can make each other feel good.
“I can’t make any promises, Mr. Thomas,” I tell him. His voice riddled with a husky undertone and desire does things to me, and the way he’s looking at me, it’s beautiful a sight.
“I’ll keep your mouth busy if you can’t behave, temptress.” He moves us until my back meets the now closed door. The blinds are closed. Everyone in the office does it. Clients like their privacy when it comes to meetings and phone calls, making it easy to lose track if someone is walking down the hall trying to get your attention.
“I’m not opposed to the solution.” His hand cups the back of my knee, pulling it across his hip.
“I see you decided to leave something important at home today.” In all honesty, today wasn’t about the fact that he’ll just take them off me and pocket them or wrench them off my body. It was about the fact that I forgot to pack an extra pair. Yep, I pulled one of those as a woman who forgets to pack panties. We usually overpack them for any situation; not today though.
“It’s working in my favor today.” His thumb is pressed against my clit, two fingers slamming inside. My core clenches around them, and a low moan leaves my lips, right at the time he kisses me, biting on my lower lip until I open for him. My body is feeling every sensation possible—the way he’s fucking me with his fingers, how his mouth is dominating mine. I already know it won’t take him long to achieve the goal of having me come in record time. I swear that’s his goal nine times out of ten, to see how fast I can come. It doesn’t matter if it’s with his mouth, fingers, or cock. My body is so impatient and needy when it comes to King, much like it is now. My body locks up, and I rip my mouth away from his as he moves his fingers back and forth in a flicker motion, thumb working in tandem. I’m falling over the cliff, soaring so high that I feel like I’m flying.