Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
She stood, walking to the side of her desk. The door to EM's office opened behind her and she turned, startled. For some reason she had expected him to already be gone for the day. And certainly not coming to look for her.
He looked tired. He had pulled his gray and black tie loose and his hair actually seemed a bit shaggy. His piercing blue eyes looked small and sleep-deprived. She had never seen him look quite so human before.
He stopped abruptly as if he hadn't expected her to be there. Or maybe be so close. Hannah felt her thighs push against the desk behind her. He still hadn't said anything, just stood there looking down at her with a look she couldn't quite explain. But the memories of that same look on his face when they were in the library and of when he had fixed her computer, flashed into her mind and she could feel her cheeks warming.
He saw a slight blush come over her face and he realized he was staring and had been for almost a full minute already. Then she looked down at her feet and bit her lip and he didn't know what came over him but he stepped forward, pushing her against her desk.
She felt his body suddenly pressed close to her and his arm went behind her back, pulling her against him. She looked up then, as if she would find answers on his face. Instead she saw desire. That was the look she couldn't find a name for before. His eyes looked almost closed, his gaze piercing into hers.
Her stomach flipped when she realized what was about to happen. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she felt her breath come only in shallow waves. Then his free hand reached out and stroked her jawbone.
Hannah's mouth fell open on a sigh, heat flooding her stomach and she felt a rush of desire that she hadn't even known she was capable of feeling before.
She saw the decision be made a split second before his face lowered to hers. His lips captured hers quickly and with gentle pressure. His arm pulled her tighter as she melted against him. His mouth pressed harder on hers and her arms went up around his neck, pulling him closer. Her mouth opened on a moan and his tongue slipped inside to find hers, stroking it with such soft insistence that she whimpered against his mouth.
Elliott's arms went around her as he deepened the kiss and pulled her with him to the sofa. He pulled her down on top of him, his hand finding the back of her head and he held her against him. He nipped her lower lip and felt a tremble shake her whole body.
Hannah's hands were on either side of Elliott's head. She could feel his stubble raking across the soft skin on her face and she felt heat fill her body.
Elliott shifted, suddenly pulling her body under his and Hannah felt his body press her into the couch. One of his legs kneeled on the outer edge of the couch, the other was wedged between her thighs. His fingers were tangled in her hair and he grabbed it and pulled, forcing her head to the side and his lips abandoned her lips to trace a line across her jawbone. Then down her throat where he stopped, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin until she was moaning. She squirmed beneath him and felt his hardness pressing against her thigh.
Elliott groaned when she raised her hips up to his and his mouth found hers again, pressing roughly, taking the kiss from intense to demanding in a second. Hannah's arms went around him and she wrapped one of her legs around his waist. She felt herself shamelessly pressing against his hard-on, trying to get relief from the fist of desire building in her core. At her gentle exploration, Elliott shifted so his desire would find hers and she moaned and trembled when his cock finally pressed against the sensitive juncture of her thighs. Her legs tightened around him.
And then her phone blasted suddenly, and they both jumped and pulled away like cold water had just rained down upon them. Hannah pulled herself off the couch and scrambled away toward her desk.
Elliott pulled himself into a seated position, his head in his hands.
Hannah could feel her heartbeat pounding in her throat and wrists and chest. Every nerve ending felt sensitive. Try as she might to ignore it, there was an achy throbbing between her thighs that spoke of desire unattended to.
She couldn't wrap her head around what had just happened. One minute they were just standing there, shocked to see each other. The next thing they were on her sofa, writhing and groaning. She felt an epic blush spreading across her face. Good God, she had actually pushed her pelvis against his. She had thrust the most private part of her against his erection and practically begged him to take her then and there.