Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
I slam my door shut and lock it. Throwing myself into my chair, I recall the image of Bailey from moments ago. Just thinking about the sounds of her whimpers and moans cause me to adjust myself. Fuck.
I take several deep breaths and think of anything but Bailey. Puppies. Babies. Sunshine. I give myself a minute to get under control. When I look down at my pants, I see I’m still hard.
I call down to the bar.
Carter answers. “Yeah, boss man?”
“Is Bailey still here?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Can you hand her the phone, please?”
“Sure, hold.”
There’s silence on the other line for about thirty seconds when I hear her voice. “Hello?”
“Bailey, can you please head up to the office? I need your help with an urgent matter.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
Hearing her voice has my blood pumping again. The things this girl does to me. I might just have to take advantage of the alone time with her.
Round two is about to happen right on this desk.
23
Bailey
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What the hell did I just allow, and how the hell am I going to face him after he just had his face buried in my—
Fuck.
I should quit immediately.
How can I ever look at Carter again? Surely, he knows something happened.
To think I just let Drew do that to me in public.
Is it possible to die from mortification?
Who lets a guy they barely know do that to them on top of a bar, in public, during broad daylight for anyone to see?
Drew is my own personal kryptonite, and even after being humiliated, I’m itching for another hit.
I start walking toward the stairs and realize I have no panties on. Oh god, I groan to myself. Shit. This is bad. My day keeps getting worse and worse. What the hell is wrong with me? One minute alone with Drew Lawson and I was sprawled naked on the bar. Sure, I was the one who kissed him first, but I didn’t think it would go that far. What the hell am I going to do alone in his office?
Breathe.
With my luck, this man will have me crawling on all fours within five minutes. Heat pools in my belly at the thought, and my hands cover my face as I reach the banister. Shaking my head, I try to right myself. I’m acting like a bitch in heat. No more. I need to go in there, see what he wants, and then get the hell out. We didn’t even do a damn thing associated with work today. Why did I even come in? “Get in. Get out. Go home,” I say under my breath, prepping myself for this run-in.
No distractions.
As soon as I walk into his office, I’m frozen in place. My eyes bulge as my breath catches.
Standing in front of his desk is Drew. If I thought he was attractive before, it has nothing on how hot he looks eyeing me like this. This man is drop-dead gorgeous. His smoldering gaze lights me on fire. He’s my every fantasy come to life.
“You, um, you wanted me?” I stutter.
He looks up at me, his eyes perusing my body. Slowly.
His lips curve upward into a wicked smirk. “Come closer.” He starts to walk toward me until he circles around me, and I turn to meet him. His eyes are dark. Dangerous.
“We were interrupted, Bailey,” he draws out. “Turn around,” he orders, and I have no choice but to comply.
Turning slowly, I can feel his presence behind me. His hands find my hips and lightly stroke me. I take a step closer to the desk, trying to get some distance. After one step, my front is flush with the cool metal, and I have nowhere else to escape to. My hand skims over the surface nervously as he closes in on me. Drew pushes my back forward, and I place my palms flat against the desk to steady myself, biting my lip in anticipation.
He slides his hand up my thigh, his warm fingers hiking my skirt up to expose me. The cold air hits me, and my body shivers. My legs are pushed apart, and my mouth falls open to release a soft moan. Wrapping his hands in my hair, he pulls my head back, his mouth slamming onto mine. Our tongues move in sync until I feel the sharp bite of his teeth against my lower lip as he pulls away. His breath is ragged as his hand moves between my thighs. His finger dips inside me, teasing me. I spread my legs farther apart, shamelessly panting.
He moves away, and I miss his presence immediately, my body pulsating with need. I push my hips into his, rolling them against his body and feeling his hard cock against my ass. I’m burning up, and I need him to alleviate the pain.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Bailey?” His voice is low as he presses harder against me.