Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“It’s not a secret.” If possible, her cheeks flush a brighter red. “So there’s nothing to tell.”
When Spencer, Landon, and I started the law firm, Spencer suggested his cousin as a receptionist. Scout has been great so far, and the clients love her. And it sounds like so does our special investigator.
“Understood.” I nod and take a few steps back. “Has anyone called for me?”
“You mean since the last time you asked?” Scout looks at me over the top of her glasses, and I guess I deserve the jab. “No, and no one has come by for you either.”
I flex my fingers at my side and try not to get frustrated. Emerson said she would come here today. If not, I told her I’d come to her, and it sounded like she really didn’t want that option.
“Well, if anything changes, I’ll be in my—”
The elevator chimes, and I turn around and see the metal doors part. Standing there, looking utterly breathtaking, is Emerson.
I’m filled with a surge of relief, desire, ache, and gratitude all at once. I’m not sure if she comes running at me, or I’m the one running at her, but the next thing I know, I’m lifting her into my arms.
“Took you long enough,” I say against her hair as she buries her face against my neck. I’ve got one arm around her waist and the other on the back of her head, holding her tightly to my chest.
She lets out a small laugh, and I can feel her warm breath against the exposed skin right above my collar. “Believe it or not, I got here as fast as I could.”
“I think I’ll take my break now!” Scout announces loudly before grinning at the two of us and hopping on the elevator. “Everyone else is out to lunch, so you’ve got the place to yourselves.”
She waves at us, and as soon as the doors close, I stare down at Emerson. “Remind me later to give her a raise.”
“Why?” Emerson asks, her fingers tracing the edge of my collar.
“Because the sounds you’re about to make are for my ears only.”
My hand grips the hair at the nape of her neck, and I cover her mouth with mine. This kiss isn’t like the first one. This time it’s claiming and possessive. I’ve tasted her sweetness, and now that it’s my drug of choice, I’m selfish. The thought of another man having a claim on what I desire most makes me want to mark her.
I kiss down her neck as I carry her back to my office, and when I suck on the tender skin below her ear, she moans. I do it harder, knowing I’m going to leave a hickey and not giving a shit. I want her betrothed to know another man has tasted her innocence. In fact, the thought of the whole world knowing she belongs to me makes my dick rock hard. Would fucking her against the window of this skyscraper be enough?
“Gideon,” she whimpers when I press her against the glass and move between her legs. “What if we get caught?”
I pull back to see her eyes are hooded, drunk on a desire as strong as my own. My hands slide up her thighs and under the skirt of her dress. I keep going until I reach the edge of her panties, and then I drag my thumb down the center of the wet cotton.
“Do you think that would stop me?” The soaked material of her panties clings to her before I press against her clit.
“No,” she gasps and then rocks her hips forward, desperate for another touch.
“Do you want me to stop?” I have to swallow hard because my mouth is watering at the thought of tasting her.
“No.” The one-word answer is final, and that’s all I need to hear before I drop to my knees.
Chapter Nine
EMERSON
The need to touch him is overwhelming, so I run my fingers through his short hair, staring down at him. I never imagined that Gideon would be kneeling in front of me. In my world, I didn’t think that was something men did.
Sure, I’ve read about it in books and fairy tales, but why would I ever think that was possible for me? Gideon is proof that dreams can come true. One by one he’s knocking down all my preconceived ideas about love. Right now he’s showing me that there are men that care about a woman’s pleasure more than their own.
A moan catches in my throat as Gideon pushes up the material of my dress, making his intentions clear. I should stop this. We’re in his office that’s surrounded by windows to the outside world. Anyone could catch us or see what he’s doing, but I can't find the will to care. Not right now. I can only think of him at this moment and how I’ll cherish it for the rest of my life.