Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I take a deep breath while plastering myself to the wall in the small alcove near the restrooms after asking Carrie to drop off the drinks at Matthew’s table. I didn’t think I’d see him this soon, and now that he’s here in the flesh, well, my mind went haywire. The only thought I could come up with was to run.
“Get it together, Letty girl.” I tip my head to the ceiling, close my eyes, and swallow the lump that’s slowly forming. It’s not the I’m going to break down and cry type of situation, more along the lines of the world feeling like it’s closing in on me.
The restaurant noises are muted, but I can still hear the hustle and bustle—the clanking of glasses, the chatter between customers, and the sports that are broadcast on the plethora of televisions that are mounted to the wall. You’d think that the noise would overstimulate me more, yet it doesn’t. It’s a balm to my soul. I spend more time alone with my thoughts than the average person ever should. A shield to protect myself and others is to stay to myself. Only now, it seems like the script has been flipped on me. Damn Matthew Carlisle.
I nearly jump out of my skin when two hands grab my waist, so lost in my thoughts that this could very well be the end of my demise. Slowly, ever so slowly, I lower my head, keeping my eyes screwed shut, scared out of my mind. My heart beats at a staccato, abnormally fast, and it may well jump out of my chest.
“Open your eyes, Letty. Let me see you, kitten.” His voice soothes any of my worries. It still doesn’t balance out my senses that are in overdrive. I lick my lips, gathering the courage to finally look at him, and before I can do anything, the low groan Matthew gives me has my body trembling with need. God, I can imagine him making that exact same sound while he’s thrusting his powerful hips in and out of my wet center. “Kitten, a man can only hold on for so long before it becomes too much.”
When I finally deem it a good idea to open my eyes and see the hunger scorching me with desire like I’ve never experienced before, I realize I’m way out of my element. This man standing in front of me has no problem displaying his desire for me.
It should scare me. He should scare me.
I should be running for the nearest exit. There’s only one issue with running.
I want to run toward him.
I want him to wrap me in his arms.
I want him to hold me.
And I don’t want him to ever let me go.
“Matthew.” His fingers press deeper into my curves, thumbs sliding along my hip bones and the rest digging into my ass as he presses in. I can feel him, all of him, including the hard ridge of his cock that is slowly rocking into my body.
“I like the way you say my name, Letty.” He dips his head, nose sliding along my throat, where he pauses to breathe me in, and damn it, I swear I can feel the tip of his tongue blaze on my pulse point.
“This is wrong. I’m your employee.” I’m attempting to be the voice of reason, but my voice is weak, and I’d never deny his touch.
When Matthew pulls away from my neck, a soft mewl leaves me, and even though I try to swallow the sound, it doesn’t work. I can tell by the sudden stop of his movement that he heard it, too.
“We’ll go back to that. However, I want to make sure you’re alright.” His sincerity is another turn-on. He’s got money, there’s no denying that. And while my life was once pretty cushioned, we never made it seem like we were better than anyone else. The same can be said for the man in front of me. Yes, he lives in a lavish penthouse well above the clouds and trees. No, he doesn’t buy exuberant pieces to furnish his house. He prefers to keep things until they can’t be cleaned or saved anymore. He doesn’t vacation, and the few things Matthew does spend money on aren’t vain in the least.
What he does like is nice clothes, quality cuts of meat, produce that is the ripest and healthiest, and when he asks me to help prepare for having his friends over, he requests the same. He doesn’t cut corners, and he makes sure I go home with meals even when my contract doesn’t require him to do so.
“I’m okay. I just needed a moment.” I pick up my foot, showing him the reason behind the break, even though I’m lying through my teeth.
“Alright.” Matthew’s not picking up what I’m putting down. Realization hits him as I avert my eyes. I lose his palms on my hip as he cups my cheeks, feeling the slight roughness of his skin as he soothes the worry of me biting my lip.