Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“I can be an asshole more often if you like.”
I shiver as he fills me. God, I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this man. He’s so thick and long and freaking hard.
“I doubt you need much encouragement from me to be an asshole.”
He laughs and spanks my ass. I ride him, arms wrapped around his neck, and we fuck together like that, his hands exploring my body, my breasts, my hips, as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside. I shiver, moaning his name, until he turns me around and pins me against the cushions, fucking me from behind, my arms behind my back.
He takes me, fills me, makes me feel good, punishes me into submissive ecstasy, and when I finally come, his name is on my lips. I moan it, whisper it, scream it. Conlan, that’s my new song, my new refrain, my verse and chorus. The only prayer that matters. Conlan. I come, and he comes inside of me, and we end up in a sweaty, sticky mess lying together, his arms around my body.
I’ve never felt so content in my life. I kiss his chest, his neck. I rub myself against him like a cat searching for comfort.
And he holds me tight against him.
“I have to ask you something,” I whisper, glancing up.
His face is so calm and happy. I feel a little thrill of contentment run through my spine. “What’s that?”
“Do I still need to come to work tomorrow? Since you fired me, I’m not really needed at the Lincoln.”
“Hm,” he says, smiling as he leans his head back. “I can find you a new position if you’d like.” He glances down at me. “Many, many new positions.”
“Yes, you want to fuck me on your desk, I get it. But seriously.”
“What’s more serious than fucking you on my desk?”
“I don’t want to be your assistant anymore, but I do want to keep working with you. If that’s possible… and you want it too.”
He doesn’t hesitate. “I want you around all the time, Isabel.”
“Got any openings then?”
“We’ll come up with something that works for both of us. For now, why don’t you take it easy tomorrow? Wake up late and relax.”
“I still want to come into the hotel. I should talk to Allison and makes sure she’s okay.”
“I’d like that.”
“Good.” I kiss him. “Did we just figure it out? Can this really be so easy? All we have to do is communicate.”
“Easy,” he agrees. “Now, you’re naked, warm, and very attractive, and you’re still in my lap. Which means in about ten seconds, I’m going to drag you up into our room and I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
“Uh, I thought you already did that.”
“Yes, good point. I’ll fuck you senseless again.”
“I won’t complain.”
“Good girl. You better not.”
Chapter 31
Isabel
Conlan makes good on his promise. We spend the rest of the night in his bed exploring exactly how fun communication can be.
I fall asleep in his bed. In the morning, he’s already gone, and I only find a note. Relax. Text the car service when you’re ready to head over to the Lincoln. Love, Conlan.
Since I can resist being lazy, I take him up on his offer and have a long bath before grabbing a light breakfast. I’m in a great mood when the driver picks me up and drops me off out in front of the Lincoln. Nobody stops me as I ride the elevator to the third floor then take the back halls to Conlan’s office. His secretary buzzes him to let him know that I’m waiting, and he lets me in right away.
“It’s quiet today,” I say as he kisses my cheek and lets me sit in a chair across his desk.
“I expected a full-on catastrophe waiting for when I got back this morning, but Damon claims Allison hasn’t left her room.”
“Did anyone check on her?” Worry nags at me. Why would she make things easy and stay hidden away? That’s not like her.
“I called ten minutes ago. She answered, told me to fuck off, and hung up.”
“Okay, that’s a relief.”
“For now. We both know this won’t last.”
I agree, but don’t say it yet. Instead, I gesture at his computer. “I sent you an email before coming over here with all the candidates I think would be a good fit for your assistant job. I didn’t personally vet any of them, but I’m happy to do it since I don’t exactly have anything else right now.”
“I’d like that,” he says. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“But before you get started on that, I have something you might like.” He stands and walks over to his printer. He grabs a small pile of papers then holds them out to me. “Take a look.”
I accept and frown at the stack. “What am I looking at here?” The header has the name of my mortgage company, which is weird. “This is some kind of letter?”