Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Of course Mr. Branch. She is waiting on you. Top floor. Suite 200.” So my baby is on the top. Good to know. I walk away for a while, letting some time pass before walking back up to the desk.
“Is there a restroom while I wait for her to become available?”
“Yes. Last door on the left.” Excellent, right by the elevator. Nodding my head, I walk to the restroom and actually go in. Looking at myself in the mirror, I note how disheveled I look. I chuckle and shake my head.
“My how the mighty have fallen,” I say to myself, before washing my hands and running them through my hair. Once out of the door, I peek and see that she is distracted yet again. I don’t move until the elevator opens and I sneak on, smiling at myself. I still got it.
The entire ride up I am questioning my decision to pop in on her like this, but as soon as I wonder if I am doing the right thing, picturing another night without her in my arms stops me from turning back. “Go big or go home,” I say to myself. Shaking it off, the minute the door opens, I straighten my back and walk out. I am immediately impressed by the office itself. There is something so open and freeing about it. I know most of it can be attributed to the all-glass walls, but there is something so simplistic about it as well.
I watch as I continue to walk, as who I presume to be the receptionist, gets up and leaves her desk. Thank fuck. Without knocking, I forget she is in a meeting and walk into her office. Apparently just in time.
Playboy from downstairs has his hand on her arm. “I’d say any changes we make should be made over cocktails and perhaps hotel room sheets.” My Millie steps back a little but keeps her composure. Good for her because I’m not.
“Get your fucking hands off my woman,” I growl at him, walking further into the room.
“Malcolm. What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Apparently, saving you from this piece of shit.”
“I don’t need…” She tries to argue which is cute, but dipshit interrupts her.
“Who the hell are you?” he asks, buttoning his jacket.
“Her fiancé. Now I won't say it again. Walk away from her and get the fuck out. Now.” It’s almost comical when he stands straighter and walks around to my side of the desk.
“I don’t think I will get out. The lady hasn’t asked me to leave.” He smirks like he thinks this is going to end any other way.
“Actually,” Millie starts saying. “I was in the middle of a...”
“Ah, shit!” He yelps when my fist meets his face. I know she was about to give me some bullshit, but seriously, I need this fuck out of her office before I end up in jail.
“Malcolm! What the hell are you doing?” She yells at me running to the table to grab a napkin.
“You hit me,” he cries like fucking bitch, holding his nose.
“No shit. There is plenty more where that came from.” She is giving me the kill switch face and I smile at how fucking cute she is. He walks to the door, nose swelling and bleeding.
“I am going to sue you,” he says like some parting shot.
“Here. My lawyer’s number.” I throw the card at him before locking the door behind him. I know she is talking behind me, but right now all I hear is water running in my ears. I’m so fucking amped up right now, sirens are going off in my head, warning me to take a deep breath and count.
“Are you listening to me, Malcolm? You cannot come into my office, assault my…” I turn around at the word assault and stalk towards her slowly. Gulping, she stops talking and begins back away from me. Smart woman.
“That was hardly an assault, angel. That was a man staking his claim and getting rid of all threats.” Her back is to the wall. Her chest is rising and falling so quickly, that I can hear every inhale and exhale. I lean closer to her, looking her in the eyes. When I am inches from her mouth, I lick over her lips before moving to her ear and taking a second to smell the scent I have been missing. “The real assault, baby, is what I am going to be doing to this pussy right on your desk, right now.” With my mouth slanted over hers, I wait for the protest, and when it doesn’t come, I know I have her where I want her. With me.
chapter eleven
Millicent
One second my skin is crawling, and the next Malcolm is licking every inch of me. I’m on my back on my desk. My skirt is hiked up around my waist and I have no idea where my panties are. His hard cock is drilling into me, and I love it.