Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
"No, I don't want you subjected to whatever interrogation Ma is sure to have prepared beforehand," he mutters. "She's relentless."
"I love your mom, Bastian."
"I wanted you all to myself tonight."
"Well, too bad." I smile up at him. "You'll just have to defile me later. Luna gets dibs tonight."
His scowl softens as he stares at me. "Fine, but if she starts asking you all sorts of invasive questions, it's your own fault."
"What kind of invasive questions?"
"Knowing Ma? Who the fuck knows?" He seems mildly alarmed at the thought, which makes me laugh. Luna is kind of wild. She has no filter and basically does whatever she wants. I don't think anyone ever tells her no. Honestly, she's awesome.
"I can handle it."
"I hope so," he mutters, still seemingly stressed about it. "I'm going to be pissed if you try to turn in your resignation tomorrow."
I blink up at him. "You really think I'll quit?"
"I think I don't want to risk finding out," he says. "We need you around here. In case you haven't noticed, you're one of the two people who actually accomplish anything most days of the week."
"Ridley accomplishes a lot," I protest.
"He's the other one of the two."
"You weren't counting yourself?" I arch a brow. "Bastian Grayson knows humility? Miracles will never cease."
"Bastian Grayson hasn't gotten a fucking thing done since a certain social media manager started," he says, tipping my head back further. "He spends ninety percent of his day sitting in his office, thinking up ways to get said social media manager alone and naked."
"Weird." I peek around. "We've been alone for at least five minutes, and I'm still fully clothed."
"You think I haven't noticed?" He arches a brow, one hand slipping beneath my shirt. "Believe me, baby. I've been considering how I want to fuck you since I walked through the door."
"Oh, really?" I wriggle on his lap before slipping to my knees. My hands land on his thighs, my eyes meeting his. "Maybe I'll be the one doing the fucking this time."
"Fuck," he growls, his eyes flashing my favorite needy emerald green. His hands clench around the arms of my chair, his chest shuddering. "I love the sight of you on your knees, Constance."
"I'm aware," I say dryly, already working at his zipper. "You keep me there as often as possible." That's not a lie. I have rug burn at this point. It's not like I'm complaining, though. I love being on my knees with his dick down my throat, watching him slowly unravel for me.
He's already unraveling as I delve inside his boxers to pull his erection out. He yanks at his tie to loosen it; his eyes locked on the sight of his cock in my hands. I wrap them around his hard length, squeezing and stroking, toying with him until an impatient, needy growl rumbles in his throat.
When I lean forward, licking the broad head of his cock, his hands sink into my hair, a groan vibrating from his lips.
"Christ, baby. You suck me so fucking well," he rasps.
I hum in response, flicking my tongue against the slit. Precum already beads there, the tangy flavor bursting on my tongue. I swear, I'm addicted to the way he tastes. Or maybe it's the way he comes unglued in my mouth. He's not in control when he's down my throat. He's wild and desperate, practically begging.
Nothing is sexier than this man begging.
"Fuck," he groans loud and low when I suck him deep, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling it back so he can watch the way his cock disappears in my mouth as I bob on him, licking and sucking. "You're beautiful every fucking day of the week, but when you're on your knees with my dick down your throat, you're a goddess, Constance."
I whimper around him, fighting to take more. My lips are stretched to capacity around him, but I swallow anyway, taking just a little bit more. His hips buck against my face, a curse falling from his lips.
I peek up at him, silently giving him permission to let go.
He doesn't need a second invitation. He wraps my hair around his fist, using it to hold me in place as he fucks my face, forcing his cock as far down my throat as he can until I choke around him. He holds me down on him for a second and then pulls back, allowing me to breathe.
I slip one hand in my pants.
"That's right," he growls. "Play with that pretty pussy while I fuck your face, baby. Make yourself come for me."
I plunge my hand into my panties, my fingers circling my swollen clit as he bucks his hips again, thrusting in and out of my mouth. I'm already racing toward the edge, trying to get him off before I get there, but we both know that won't happen.