Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“You have a bite of this, and I’ll watch your figure.”
Heat courses through me at his words, and I’m not sure if it’s the man or the cake making my mouth water.
“I shouldn’t,” I say with a lustful groan. Oh, but I want to. Badly.
“You should,” he teases, swiping a finger through the cream on top and smearing it on my bottom lip.
“Lick it.”
His eyes are smiling because he knows what he’s saying. Worse, he probably knows just what I’m thinking.
My tongue sneaks out to swipe away the cream, and my eyes flutter shut.
“Damn, that’s good.” I lick the rest of it off and open my eyes to meet Tank’s heated gaze.
“One taste is never enough, is it?”
I shake my head, mouth slightly open, as my heart gallops like a racehorse against my chest.
He holds up the cake. “Take a bite, Sophie. You know you want to.”
“What the hell,” I whisper, biting the corner off the cake. The flavors hit my tongue, and a moan escapes the moment my eyes close. It’s dark chocolate with a raspberry filling with a lemon and raspberry cream frosting.
“Fuck, that is incredible.” My eyes open, and Tank stares at me with enough heat to set the whole planet on fire. I clench my thighs together at the way he looks at me. “What? It’s good.”
He leans in so his lips brush my ear when he speaks. “Never in my whole fucking life have I wanted to be made of flour and sugar and butter.”
I laugh at his anguished admission and step back, taking the cake from his hand and holding it to his mouth. “Have a bite,” I insist.
His gray gaze sears through me, making my nipples bead painfully behind the lacy black bra I put on today, thinking about Tank.
“Sophie.”
“No?” I ask teasingly as I repeat his move, slicking the frosting against his bottom lip with my finger.
My belly does a backflip and then a twisty flip when his tongue curls out and rolls over the frosting. He smiles as if he knows I’m thinking of his tongue doing that to me.
“Fuckin’ delicious. More,” he demands, and my body responds.
I hold the cake up for him to take a bite. “Aha! I know what you mean about wanting to be sugar and butter,” I tell him as he sinks his teeth into the cake.
I’m ready to pull back, but Tank grabs my wrist, swiping his tongue along the tips of my fingers. The totally erotic move draws a shaky gasp from me.
I freeze and stare at Tank, unable to think because lust clogs my brain and throat.
Tank looks just as shocked and turned on, his tongue still hovering above my finger.
I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, our bodies smash together, our mouths and tongues dance, and our lips wrestle in a fiery kiss.
My heart pounds hard and loud against his chest, and my hands slide down his wide back, down to his firm ass. It really is a thing of beauty, but the way this man devours my mouth? It’s the stuff of my dirtiest fantasies, the ones he’s been starring in for weeks now.
Tank’s big body presses against mine, squishing me between him and the wall, and there’s no place else I want to be right now. When he pulls back, I let out a whimper that makes him smile.
“Is there a door in this fucking room?”
I look around the break room as if I just remembered where we were, and my eyes swing back to him. “No lock,” I answer in a breathless voice.
“Fuck,” he growls and leans in, kissing and licking a trail of heat from my collarbone to my earlobe. “I want to fuck you so bad right now, babe.”
My body pulses with desire, and normally, I wouldn’t consider getting inappropriate at the office, but with Tank so close, my mind is buzzing wildly, my vision is a little blurry at the edges, and my body coils so tight with need that I can’t think straight.
“Follow me.” I step out of the breakroom and into the hall, looking to the right toward Banger’s room and then to the left, where Olly and Stone had been talking.
Empty.
I go left and slip inside the second door on the right, Tank hot on my heels. “A supply closet?” His voice is low and thick with want.
“One of the few places with a lock on the door,” I say as I reach past him and flick the lock. “Now what?”
“This,” he growls and grabs my face with one hand, the other yanking the elastic band to free my ponytail before he sifts his fingers through my thick hair. His mouth is on mine instantly, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips until I open up for him. Another growl escapes, and then a moan as he tilts my head back and kisses me like he’s starving, and only I can satisfy his hunger. “Ah, fuck,” he groans when he pulls back.