Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
‘Light and space,’ Dick answers. ‘Clinical, clean and modern. When it comes to the interior people getting involved, we plan on having open working spaces to connect the entire company, but with clear distinction between departments. That gives you a good indication of the theme we’re going for. We’re excited to see what you come up with.’
I smile and start making notes, my mind going into overdrive and building Brawler’s in my head as I sit here. ‘Outside space?’
‘Definitely. Take indoors outdoors.’
I visualise a courtyard in the centre of the building connecting all four sides, every floor visible from every part of the structure. ‘Do you have any leaning towards a sustainable energy-efficient ethos?’
‘Of course.’
I nod, happy with his answer. ‘I’d need to research the surroundings in regard to landscaping and orientation, et cetera.’
‘We can arrange a site meeting, no problem,’ Terrence says. ‘Now, let me ask you a few questions, Annie.’
‘Fire away.’ I smile and get ready to sell myself hard.
I’m positively buzzing once the Brawler’s people have shown us out of their boardroom. ‘Great job, Annie,’ Richard says as he wanders off. ‘They’d be stupid not to give you the opportunity.’
‘Thanks, Richard.’ I turn, ready to say a professional goodbye to Jack, but just as I draw breath, my arm is seized and I’m pushed down the corridor urgently. ‘What are you doing?’ I gasp, my cautious eyes darting warily.
‘We need to debrief.’
‘We do?’
‘Oh, we do.’
My body is instantly singing with need. And my mind is racked with worry. ‘Jack, what if someone sees us?’
He opens a door, pushes me inside and locks it behind us. I swing around and find Jack yanking the buckle of his belt undone as he stalks towards me. He looks coiled with desperation and ready to explode, and my body is responding – my heart thumping, my tummy twisting and a pulse kicking between my thighs. I gasp when he grabs me around the waist and carries me to a desk. He sits me on the wood and pushes me back, lifts my dress and spreads my thighs. Oh fuck! He moves in and cups my cheeks, sealing our lips and kissing me hungrily. My body temperature rockets, and I’m instantly in the game, feeling my way to the top of his trousers and unfastening them.
‘That was the most painful hour of my fucking life,’ he mumbles, licking and biting his way up my cheek.
‘More painful than running with a hard-on?’ I ask, pushing his trousers down his thighs before slipping my hand into the top of his boxers. I grab his cock and squeeze, revelling in the heat and hardness of his smooth flesh.
He jerks on a groan, releasing my lips and resting his forehead against mine, blinking slowly. ‘I’m in pain whenever we’re not touching,’ he says softly, dragging his thumb across my swollen bottom lip. His eyes close as I draw my palm down his erection, his forehead becoming wet on mine. ‘Have you any idea how you make me feel?’
I smile on the inside, wondering if he feels as alive as he makes me feel. ‘I think I do,’ I reply, rolling my thumb around the pulsing head of his cock, spreading the moisture.
His hand comes down and grips mine for a second before he pulls it away and hauls me to the edge of the wood. ‘Are you going to let me fuck you on my desk?’ He pushes my knickers to the side and nudges at my opening teasingly. The heat is almost unbearable.
‘Do I have a choice?’ My head drops back, my hands weaving through the hair at his nape as he pushes his way inside me.
‘No,’ he admits on a long exhale, edging in that little bit more.
‘God, that feels good,’ I breathe.
Jack does this to me. He makes me forget everything, consumes me to a point where I forget my name. He brings his hands to my arse and tugs me forward until we’re locked together, deepening our connection. My head falls forward, my forehead finding his for support. Slowly he widens his stance, pulling out before plunging forward again, repeating his move in a steady, meticulous flow. The relentless pleasure of him stroking my inner walls leaves no space for anything but that. Indescribable, mind-numbing pleasure. I lock my ankles around his lower back.
‘Feel good, baby?’ His soft words are a caress, and I nod against him, unable to catch a breath to voice my answer. Jack mirrors my nod, swaying into me while his palms cup my bottom and pull me gently forward, meeting his advances perfectly every time. We’re so close, the clothes between us not taking even a tiny bit away from our intimacy.
I let my hands roam across his damp neck, slipping across his skin, moulding and squeezing softly. ‘You’re pulsing,’ he whispers, obviously feeling me clenching him. ‘You’ll have to be quiet when you come, Annie.’