Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 120326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
I turn a little to briefly kiss the tip of his nose and see that he’s already gone.
The next morning Robert and Sasha leave for work early as usual. I get dressed along with them, even though I have another few hours before my shift. Robert kisses me long and deep on the doorstep as I say goodbye, strangely mournful that I’m not going to see him all day.
“See you later,” he says, pausing mischievously before finishing, “girlfriend.”
My mouth opens in surprise. “Girlfriend?” I ask as he walks backward away from the house, still facing me.
“Yep.”
I laugh. “Okay, then, boyfriend. See you later.”
His happy laugh carries down the drive as he disappears out onto the street. This humour strikes a distinct contrast with his mood later on. I’m at work, just tidying up after the lunchtime rush, when my eyes are drawn to the window. Robert is walking across the road toward the restaurant, looking like an avenging angel all in black. His mouth is tight, and his posture seems tense. This fact is further reinforced when he stomps past the outdoor tables and chairs and kicks one of the chairs over in a fit of rage.
Alistair’s standing by the bar, counting money in the till. He sees Robert kick the chair over and then march inside the restaurant.
“Hey, what did that chair ever do to you, mate?” he calls jokingly, while also appearing wary of Robert’s temper.
Robert doesn’t look at him at all; instead, he pulls off his sunglasses and his eyes seek me out. All of a sudden, I feel like prey.
“I need to use your office for a bit,” he says to Alistair, still moving towards me. “Oh, yeah, and Lana’s having her break.”
“Okay. Take your time,” Alistair replies, raising an eyebrow and casting the other waitress Danni a curious glance. She shrugs and continues wiping down tables. Before I know it, Robert’s hand is clamping onto my wrist and he’s pulling me to the back of the building to Alistair’s office. He slams shut the door and drags me to the front of the desk, lifting me up to sit on top of it.
Quickly, his hands are working their way down my blouse, unbuttoning it and pulling it open. The bra I’m wearing is white lace and doesn’t have any padding, so you can see most of my breasts through the fabric. Robert seems pleased as he appraises it. I cross my arms over my chest to cover up, but he pulls them away.
“Don’t,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I need this.”
He sits down on the chair by the desk and wraps one arm around my body, pulling me close as he places his cheek flat against my bosom. Most of his tension slips away as he lets out a long breath.
“What are you doing, Robert?” I ask softly, seeing there’s something wrong with him but not knowing what it is. “I’m supposed to be working.”
“I’ve had a really fucking shit day, baby. I just need to be with you for a few minutes.”
“All right,” I whisper, feeling butterflies at the fact that he needs to be with me to make his shit day better. I let him rest his head against me and breathe for a minute before I ask, “What happened?”
He sighs, signalling he doesn’t really want to talk about it. It takes him a few moments to answer. “I had a big argument with Dad. There’s this TV presenter who came into the office today for a meeting because he’s looking for a new PR representative. I made a joke about the quiz show he hosts being a bit crap, and he got all huffy. We ended the meeting, but it was clear the guy wasn’t going to sign with us. Dad blamed me for losing the contract by being a smart-arse. He said he’s going to give Jimmy the promotion I’d been working towards. Fucking prick.”
All the while he’s saying this, his hand is inching up my leg, moving past the hem of my skirt. I feel myself grow wet just at the proximity of his hand.
Stroking his hair, I kiss his temple and tell him, “Don’t worry. I’m sure it will all blow over. Your dad’s pissed with you today, but I doubt he’ll follow through with his threats. Anyone can see that you work really hard for him and you deserve a promotion.”
Before I got to know Robert again, I’d always thought he had it easy, working for his dad. Now I can see how stressful it must be trying to toe the line. Obviously he shouldn’t have said what he did, but Robert’s always had a difficult time keeping his mouth shut.
He moves his face higher so that he can suck my earlobe into his mouth. I grip the edge of the desk and try hard to stifle a moan. “I’m going to make love to you tonight,” he whispers seductively.
His words give my heart a quick jolt.
“I’m going to bury myself so deep in you, Lana, so deep you forget your own name.”
He uses one hand to pull my bra down so he can lick the side of my breast and then cover my nipple with his mouth. My nails dig into the wood when he gives it a teasing bite.
“Again,” I breathe.
His eyes darken at my request as he gives my nipple another gentle bite. Air gushes from my mouth quickly, my chest rising and falling as my arousal builds.
Robert pushes my skirt up around my hips and spreads my legs wider. I hear fabric tearing and realise he’s ripped the side of my knickers and pulled them off me. My eyes drift down to see him stuff the material inside his pocket. Then he draws back in the chair, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly as he looks his fill.
He bites on his lip as he reaches forward to brush his thumb over my clit. My entire body shudders at the contact. The next thing I know, he’s growling and his mouth is on me. Inside, my body is rejoicing. It had been wanting more of this ever since the first time he did it. It’s the most delicious sensation I’ve ever experienced to have his tongue dancing circles around the most intimate part of me.