Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“No,” he seethed. “I do not care for that. Say it again, and I’ll make you regret it.”
My mouth dropped open. He liked to push, but he didn’t like to be pushed . . . not on someone else’s terms.
To reinforce his point, his hand came off my arm and latched on to the bun at the back of my head, twisting the pins painfully as he tilted my head back and his mouth crashed down on mine. His kiss was ruthless and cruel, his teeth sharp and merciless.
I moaned my approval, drinking up his aggression.
He released me with a shove, his eyes furious and hot, and then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Oh, fuck me, it was so erotic, my hands dug under my skirt and clawed the scrap of fabric down, pushing it past my knees.
Macalister raked a hand through his hair, and as the strands fell back in place, so did his calm, collected demeanor. He lowered back into his chair and curled his lip to speak the order. “On the desk. Show me your cunt.”
The word was the same as a hard slap against my ass. I didn’t hate it . . . but it got my attention.
As I sat on the edge of the desk, my thong fell past my ankles and onto the floor. It was forgotten as I pinned my gaze to his, and I was anxious to watch his reaction as I spread my legs. Except my skirt was down, teasing him with shadows, and his expression filled with impatience.
“I’m waiting.”
I grabbed the front of my skirt and pulled it up to my waist, leaving nothing to the imagination. He’d seen it before, anyway.
His nostrils flared as he stared at me, and lust descended on the room. It filled every inch and crevice, made it so it was all I could taste, became all I could think about. The desk was no longer cold against my bare skin or uncomfortable as the edge dug into the back of my thighs. All I desired was his touch, and it felt like I’d burst if I didn’t get it right this instant.
But Macalister didn’t touch me.
His hot gaze slid over the most intimate, secret part of my body, caressing my pink jeweled piercing, before moving up to peer into my face. His eyes were lidded, and his chest moved quickly, but otherwise he maintained his cool exterior.
“Do whatever you need to,” he commanded, “to make yourself comfortable, and when you’re ready, pick my gift up, turn it on, and make yourself come.”
I exhaled loudly, disappointment snaking across my exposed skin. “You’re just going to watch?”
His smug smile was irritatingly sexy. “Show me how you follow my commands, and I’ll give you more.” The desire in his office was so thick, I was drowning in it, and even he seemed to struggle now against the current. “I’ll give you so much more, Sophia.”
He’d told me on Saturday that I had disrupted him, but did he know he did the same to me? Everything blurred and spun around him. Down was up. I couldn’t get the rest of the world to notice me, but Macalister didn’t miss a detail now.
I lay back on the desktop and propped myself up on my elbows, wanting to keep looking at him as he stared back at me. His cheekbones were so high and sharp, and his pale blue eyes intense. God, he was gorgeous. There were brand guidelines out there somewhere for “Cutthroat Billionaire Executive” and he adhered to them flawlessly.
He was a classic man with discerning tastes, and I was happy to be a flavor he currently enjoyed.
I picked up the vibrator beside me and pressed the button on its handle, making it spring to life. It was quiet but powerful, and I hesitantly set the head of it between my legs.
Just the whisper of contact against my clit, and I collapsed onto my back, banging loudly onto the desk. “Fuck.”
I’d wanted to watch him as I did it, but I’d spent the whole goddamn day turned on. It’d take next to nothing to make me come, and seeing him shift in his chair was already too much. He’d leaned an elbow on the armrest and rested his chin against his hand, one finger crooked over his lips like he was considering a tempting offer.
The sensation of the vibrations was so good, it felt like agony. I kept having to pull it off for a few seconds to catch my breath, before starting again. Sparks danced down my legs, making me flinch with pleasure as I stared at the ceiling.
Part of me wanted someone to walk in on us right now. They’d discover the chief shareholder and owner of Hale Banking and Holding sitting at his desk, supervising his young assistant while she got herself off with a vibrator.