Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Fuck, she’s a glorious sight.
The best thing I’ve seen in…forever. And the thought of popping this heavenly bubble and heading into a day filled with work sounds horrible.
Quietly, I slide out of bed, toss on a pair of boxer briefs, and head into the kitchen to make some coffee.
Normally, this is the part of the day where I go through emails on my phone and sift through what needs to get accomplished for the day. I obsess over what’s been done at the hotel and what still needs to be done and how much time is left to accomplish it all.
But while the coffee brews, I’m lost in thoughts about the sleeping angel in my bed.
I think about her loud, addictive laugh. Her witty sarcasm. The way her beautiful blue eyes look when she’s consumed with pleasure. I even think about the fact that she talked about a fucking hit man with the mayor.
Goddamn, she’s something.
Once a fresh cup of coffee is in my hands, I come to a conclusion—I’m not popping this bubble today.
It might be a weekday and both Greer and I are due into work.
But I’m the fucking boss, and I’ve decided we’re going to act like it’s a goddamn Saturday.
We’re going to stay in my apartment. In my bed. All fucking day. And I’m going to spend hours upon hours savoring the way she feels and tastes and moans.
Yeah. That’s exactly what we’re going to do today.
Without hesitation, I grab my phone off the kitchen counter and update the team via text.
Me: Greer Hudson and I will be working off-site today. Call me if any issues arrive.
The instant I hit send, I feel…relief.
And then, I remember that Greer is in my bed. Beautiful and bare.
It doesn’t take long before I’m setting my coffee on the counter and heading back into my bedroom. I move onto the bed, pull the blankets off Greer’s body, and settle myself between her now-spread legs, and I just look at her.
Fuck, this is the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.
Willpower gone, I slide my tongue against her and place one long lick against that perfect pussy of hers.
She stirs a little but doesn’t wake, and I continue on with my important business.
My initial exploration of her with my mouth is lazy and slow and…savory.
But the mere taste of her on my tongue becomes too much to bear.
My cock hardens, and I lose myself. Tasting her. Eating and sucking at her. It’s like I’m a man starved and she is the only item on the menu that will satisfy me.
Goddamn, she tastes good.
She moans and her thighs start to shake, and it’s then that she wakes up.
“Holy shit,” she whimpers. “Oh my God.”
“Ignore me,” I whisper against her with a smile I can’t hide. “Just go back to sleep.”
“I…Oh God…I-I think sleep is pretty much impossible right now.”
She arches her back and her supple breasts push forward, and I enjoy the fucking view of her losing herself to pleasure.
And she does lose herself. Legs shaking, breaths panting, incomprehensible moans escaping her lungs. The climax rolls through her body, and her blue eyes do that amazing thing where they glaze over and shine brighter at the same time.
Fuck. I could spend the rest of my life making this woman feel good.
Once her breaths slow and her muscles relax, I slide up her body and press a soft kiss to her cheeks, her lips, her nose, her neck. Pretty much everywhere my lips can reach.
“Good morning, Greer.”
“Yeah.” She snorts. “Talk about some morning.”
I grin down at her. “We’re not going to work today.”
“Huh?”
“We’re working off-site. I’ve already updated the team.”
“Oh,” she responds, and her lips form a perfect little O. “Where do we have to go?”
“Nowhere.”
“Huh?” she asks and scrunches up her adorable nose.
“This is where we’re working today. Right here.” I waggle my brows. “In my bed.”
“I’m sorry…what?”
“We have a lot to accomplish here,” I whisper into her ear and reach down to slide my finger inside of her.
“We do?” she asks, and a little moan leaves her lips.
“We do.”
I slip my finger out of her, and she whimpers her annoyance. But that annoyance turns to hip-gyrating arousal when I rub the tip of my cock against her clit.
“Fuck,” she moans and wraps her thighs around my hips. “I hope you sliding inside me is one of the things on today’s list.”
“Oh, don’t worry, honey,” I say with a little smirk and just barely push the tip of my shaft inside her. “That’s at the very top of our list.”
The feel of her pussy as it touches my bare cock is almost more than I can handle.
Thank Jesus and all of his disciples for Greer’s perfect pussy and the fact that she’s on birth control.
“Well, thank fuck for that!” she cheers, and I use that moment to slide all the way home.