Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
I wasn’t joking. This office is perfectly sound-proofed. It was designed to be protective of sensitive phone calls, but it will work equally as well now.
Justine’s body is soft against mine, and I press my hips into hers. She gasps under my mouth, eyes suddenly flying wide as she feels my erection. God, yes. Everything about her is open and vulnerable and hungry. I want to taste her. Be inside of her. Consume her.
I kiss her again, running my tongue along her lips until she opens and surrenders again, exploring every inch of her that I can reach. But Justine is exploring too, and I have to break off our kiss when she touches my cock. Even through my pants, I see white.
Fucking hell, I need to inside her.
“Yes,” she breathes, and I realize with shock that I whispered the words. I need to be inside you. And she said yes.
My brain is an entirely different kind of blank as I haul her off her feet and into my arms. I carry her across to the desk and set her on top of it, only to hear too late the sound of scraping. I lunge for the cactus and catch it, luckily not impaling myself on the spines. Even if nothing else happens between us, I need it as a reminder that she is real. That it happened.
Setting the cactus aside, I catch Justine watching me. Her eyes are still wide and dark, but I can’t help but wonder what she thinks of me saving the plant that she told me to buy out of spite. And I can barely believe that I already have an attachment to the tiny green thing.
And then I don’t care, because she spreads her legs. Even still clothed, it’s an invitation. One that I take. I consume her mouth again, this time lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. Her bra follows along with my suit jacket, and I stop her from unbuttoning my shirt to taste her perfect pink nipples, already hard under my tongue.
I savor the tiny moan that breaks away from her when I suck harder, for a moment wishing that I could take my time and worship this woman with everything that I have. But we’re far too desperate for that.
Stripping off my shirt, I undo my belt and shove my pants down while Justine does the same. I grab the condom from my wallet and stroke it on, gritting my teeth. I’m so hard that I feel like a goddamn teenager about to blow his load.
Justine’s pussy is glistening between her spread legs, so wet and inviting. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen anything that hot. Reaching out, I hold both sides of her face, kissing her as gently as I’m able before it once again dissolves into nothing but us clawing for more.
“You want this?” I gasp.
“Yes,” Justine moans. “Fuck me, Keenan.”
I don’t wait for her to tell me twice, I just kiss her, bearing her back until she’s flat on the desk and my cock is pressing against her heat. I line myself up against her before sinking in, and it’s like heaven. Pure pleasure and need spiraling through me.
I will never be the same.
6
Justine
Keenan slams home in one stroke, and I fall apart. This isn’t normal sex or a random hook-up. This feels like the coming together of two people who have been wanting each other and denied for years. Not two total strangers who met yesterday.
When he touched me I swore it was like two magnets pulling us together, and I knew that I was fucked, both literally and figuratively. There wasn’t any turning back. All I could think about was Rose and the way she told me to go for it.
I can’t explain the connection between us. It’s why I didn’t look at him when I first came into his office today. As soon as I saw him, everything snapped into focus, and I was done for. Now I’m on his desk, wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, and oh god he feels so fucking good.
This is hard and fast and exactly what I need. I want more. I want it all. I want fast and slow and to explore everything that he can make me feel. Just his lips on my skin has me ready to come and I’m almost there now, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming.
Keenan has a perfect, gorgeous rhythm, and I can barely see straight through the haze of pleasure flowing in through everything. I can see him over me, and through that delicious haze I realize that I was right. He has the body of a god, perfectly toned in all the right places, muscles tensing and releasing as he fucks me with brutal force.