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)
“One of our movie star clients has a big premiere happening this weekend, so we were just making some preparations. Olivia will be accompanying him to the event. She’s brilliant with the press, knows just how to work them.”
“Huh.”
Robert’s hand moves up my thigh. I feel his breath on the back of my neck when he asks huskily, “Are you jealous of her, little red?”
I shrug. “It’s hard not to be when I know you slept with her behind her husband’s back and then you talk about her all complimentary like that.”
“We were filling a void for one another. Her husband is rich, but he’s a wet dish rag in the sack. I stepped in and gave her the thrill she was seeking. I wanted a woman with red hair, so she stepped in and let me have her.”
When he says this last sentence, he trails his hand through my hair, emphasising his unspoken point. He’d wanted a woman with red hair because he wanted me, wanted me for years but couldn’t have me.
“Okay, I’m not jealous anymore,” I tell him happily.
“I thought as much,” he replies, grinning and pushing the food aside. “So, what do you think of my office?”
“It’s delightful,” I say sarcastically, giving him a funny look.
He laughs. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s a soulless high flyer’s office in an expensive area code, Robert. What do you expect me to think of it?”
“I expect you to think it’s sexy and want to do naughty things with me in it,” he breathes, lips flicking over the back of my neck.
“Well, when you put it like that, I suppose I might be tempted. Do you make a habit of this type of thing?”
“I’ve never had sex in my office, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Not even with Olivia? It would have been awfully handy to just slip in here when you two were having your little tryst.”
“We only ever saw each other outside work. Olivia is the ultimate professional. She’d never risk her job, not even for the hottest piece of ass in the building,” he jokes and licks behind my ear.
Giggling and sighing at the same time, I shift in his lap, feeling him grow harder as his hands roam my body. I lick my lips and turn to kiss his jaw, my every nerve ending alight with the anticipation of what he might do to me right here in the light of day, with his co-workers just outside the door.
He takes my earlobe between his teeth and softly bites. “Being inside you last night was the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
His words cause a pink blush to spread over my body.
I bring my hand to the bulge in his pants, and exhilaration runs through me when he groans loudly. It gives me a heady sense of power that I can affect him like this. An image of me kneeling on the floor, giving him a blowjob, enters my head. I try not to think too much and just allow my body to lead the way as I slide out of his lap. My knees hit the carpet, and Robert stares down at me with his mouth hanging open, comprehension of my intentions in his gaze.
“Lana,” he rasps.
I give him a teasing grin. “Robert.”
Then I reach for his belt buckle and pull it open before releasing the button at his fly. Drawing down the zip, I glance up and see his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. If anyone were to enter the office right now, they’d just see Robert sitting at his desk, none the wiser as to what’s really happening underneath.
He assists me in pulling his pants down his thighs, his erection popping free. I always feared the idea of giving a guy head, thinking it would be a difficult and complicated procedure, but with Robert I’m eager for it. I want to make him feel good.
“Christ,” he breathes as I bring my lips down to kiss the tip of his penis. Experimentally, I open my mouth and take about an inch of him inside.
“Ah, fucking hell. Lana, I love you.” His jaw tightens, and he grips the leather arms of his chair.
His proclamation alone makes me wet, and I yearn for some kind of friction down there. In my head I hear the words I love you, too echo in some deep, dark recess, but I daren’t give them sound.
Opening my mouth wider, I take as much of him into me as I possibly can and then begin moving up and down. One of his hands reaches forward and grips my hair, wrapping it around his wrist. He pulls softly, groaning. I bring my mouth to the head before swirling my tongue around and causing him to let out a string of swear words. Between my legs pulses with the need to be touched as I increase my speed, so I surreptitiously reach under the hem of my dress and begin stroking myself beneath my knickers. I’m still so tender down there from last night, but the gentle pressure of my own fingers feels amazing. Electrifying. Forbidden.
I just need a little relief, because doing this to Robert is turning me on far more than I expected it to.
“Oh, God, are you touching yourself?” he asks, craning his neck. Trust Robert not to miss a beat.
I don’t say anything, but instead let him fall from my mouth and then drag my tongue along the length of him.
“Shit, you are touching yourself. Make yourself come for me, baby. Ah, that feels amazing.” He slips his hand inside my top and under my bra to pinch my nipple. I feel an orgasm building as I continue sucking him off, rubbing my clit faster. When he gives my nipple one last hard pinch, I convulse as I come, at the same time feeling him spurt into my mouth. For a brief moment I don’t know what to do. This is my first blowjob, and I don’t know what the proper etiquette is. A second later I swallow, wincing slightly at the foreign sensation.