Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
Rowland found himself doing something he had never done in his entire life.
Fuuuuuck!
He started cumming before she had even reached for her orgasm, and Rowland knew he had to swiftly take control if he wanted her to come as well.
"Hold on, sweetheart," he rasped out as his fingers bit into the soft flesh of her hips.
And then he was bouncing her up and down on his cock, faster and harder and deeper than the sexual novice in her could ever handle, and so in mere moments, his wife had started to cum.
The moment he saw her eyes roll back, he knew she had completely forgotten everything, and he covered her mouth just in time with a kiss that effectively silenced her cries.
His wife threw her arms around him as their sweating bodies continued rocking against each other on his office couch, her legs locking around his waist as if she didn't ever want his cock to leave her pussy...and fuck, fuck, fuck, but it was the same for him.
Exactly the same.
I don't want to let her go.
But he would have to, even if he had to force himself to do so, since it was not part of his plan to keep her as wife for the rest of his life.
Chapter Twelve
ROWLAND DIDN'T EVEN bother hiding his smirk when his Emerald tried (for the third time) but failed (also for the third time) to stand without her knees promptly giving out. She fell back against the couch, and her cheeks turned delightfully rosy when she met his knowing gaze.
"Now, do you believe me?" he asked silkily. He had made her cum six times in under an hour. It was only natural that she would feel weak and sore, and even muscles she never knew she had would be aching like hell.
"But what if people start to talk?"
"Remember what I told you before? It is my privilege to take care of you. So do not deny me of this. Understood?"
Several moments passed before his wife slowly nodded, and Rowland's chest strangely tightened when a shy smile flitted over her lips.
What the hell was happening to him?
He walked back to his desk and reached for the intercom. As he started issuing instructions for his secretary, his mind insisted on reminding of all the terms and conditions that he had insisted for Emerald to consent to in their contract—-
Don't spend more than fifteen minutes in each other's company in the workplace.
Don't engage in any kind of behavior that could imply a personal relationship or connection outside the workplace.
Don't disclose any information pertaining to your relationship to any unauthorized party.
And yet here he was now, breaking those very same terms of his own free will, and for reasons Rowland wasn't damn ready to think of.
Emmy quickly sat up and did her best to look anything but someone who had just been fucked several times when she heard the door to her husband's office open. His secretary briskly walked in, a woman in her fifties who looked very much like Nanny McPhee in denims.
"Anita, this is my wife Emerald."
The smoothness of his tone had Emmy blinking several moments before she realized she hadn't imagined anything. Her eyes flew to him in shock, but her husband only smiled. "I won't tell my lawyers if you won't tell yours."
"Um..." She didn't have a lawyer, but more importantly—-why was he being so casual about this? Wasn't he the one who required their marriage to be a secret? Wouldn't he have more to suffer if—-
"I want you to be with me 24/7." His tone was like a seductive embrace, and she found herself forgetting her worries as Rowland came to her and pulled Emmy to her feet. "Do you not want that, too?"
He gazed down at her with eyes full of possessive heat, and Emmy was instantly helpless against it. "Y-Yes. I w-want that, too."
"Then do we have a deal, Mrs. Asherfield?"
"We do." There was nothing else to say but that. With the way he was looking at her, Emmy had a feeling if he would ask her to trust him when he told her to jump out of a speeding train, she would do so in a heartbeat.
And that was...good, right?
Since they were husband and wife?
"Thank you, sweetheart."
She felt like she was floating at the murmured words, and more so when he brushed his lips over the top of her head...just before her husband whispered, "Anita will take over from here. I'll see you home."
And then he was stepping away, and before she knew it, Anita was leading her out of his office and straight to H.R.
"Please read the contract carefully, Ms. Watson."
The H.R. manager handed Emmy a document without meeting her gaze, and she realized why as she started reading. Apparently, this contract was meant to acquire her legal consent to salary reduction and reassignment to another location.