Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Oh, hell. I’m in so much trouble here, and I don’t even care. “Every single eye in the place is about to be on us,” I mutter to myself as I head straight for my girl. She’s glancing around like she owns the place. And she will, once I put my ring on her finger.
Ignoring my nosy employees, I pull her into my arms. “Morning, boss,” she purrs, her voice thick with hunger. It goes straight to my dick, making me hard so fast it’s almost painful.
“Morning, Sassy Pants,” I growl, my voice rough and hungry. I don’t care who’s watching. I grab her by the waist, yanking her into me so hard our bodies collide with a smack that echoes through the shop. She gasps, and I swallow the sound, my mouth crashing over hers like I’ve been starved for her.
Her lips part instantly, no hesitation, no games. My tongue pushes into her mouth, claiming her with a desperation I can’t hide. She tastes like cherry ChapStick and coffee, and I can’t get enough. I deepen the kiss, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her moan.
The shop goes dead silent, but I don’t give a damn. All I care about is the way she fits against me, the way her nails dig into my shoulders, like she wants to carve her name into my skin. Her hips grind against me, and I can feel the heat of her through our clothes, the wetness she’s trying to hide.
“Jesus Christ, I need a cigarette,” someone mutters, but the sound is distant, barely there. All my focus is on the way her taste lingers on my tongue, the intoxicating scent of her shampoo mixed with coffee, and the way her breath hitches when I nip at her lower lip, just enough to make her whimper.
Frankie pulls back, gasping for air, her chest heaving like she just ran a marathon. Her lips are swollen, the perfect cherry-red smeared, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown with lust, and I know she’s picturing me bending her over the nearest surface and fucking her until she screams.
“Get a room, you two!” Jim yells, snapping the spell. Asshole.
Frankie ignores him, smoothing her shirt and reaching up to fix my collar, which she apparently doesn’t like. She leans in, close enough for only me to hear. “How’s your day going?”
“Better now that you’re here,” I mutter, fighting the urge to kiss her again.
She pivots and gives the crew a wave like she’s running for mayor. “Hey, boys. Don’t let me distract you from your work.” She winks at Tyler, who looks like he might faint.
Tyler mumbles something about “checking the, uh, catalytic converter” and bolts. Jim just grins, shakes his head, and goes back to pretending he’s not loving every second of this.
I pull Frankie close again, unable to resist. She smells like sunshine and trouble, and I want to drag her into my office, close the door, and see if I can make her scream my name loud enough to shatter the double-pane glass.
Instead, I settle for holding her there, in front of everyone, daring anyone to have a problem with it.
Nobody does.
I finally break the spell. “Come with me,” I say, voice low.
Frankie’s already a step ahead, tugging me by the wrist back up to my office. The shop noise surges behind us, but in my head, it’s just her. Just us.
This is my kingdom, and I just found my queen.
The office door slams shut behind us, echoing like a gunshot. I twist the lock with a flick of my wrist, and before I can even turn around, Frankie’s on me, fingers clawing at my chest like she’s been starving for me all day. She shoves me hard against the wall, my back hitting the only plastered surface in here with a thud that knocks the air out of my lungs. Her lips crash into mine, hot and desperate, and my brain just blanks out. Nothing but raw, hungry need.
Her tongue pushes into my mouth, demanding, and I groan straight into her, hands already moving down to grab her ass. I squeeze a greedy handful through the thin fabric of her skirt. She’s perfect. Firm and round, just enough to fill my palms. I can feel her heat through her clothes, and it’s driving me crazy. She’s tearing at my shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons like she can’t get them undone fast enough.
“Fuck,” I grunt between kisses, my voice rough. “I missed you.”
It’s only been a couple of hours since I left her hotel room, but it feels like forever. Her mouth moves to my neck, teeth nipping at my skin, and I hiss as my cock throbs against my zipper. Her tongue licks a hot trail down to the hollow of my throat, and I grab her hips, lifting her up onto the desk. Papers scatter everywhere, invoices fluttering to the floor like confetti.