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)
“Missed you so much,” she mutters, her voice low and husky, breath hot on my skin. Her hands are everywhere, pulling at my shirt, sliding underneath to rake her nails down my chest. I gasp, hands clutching her thighs, pushing her skirt up until it’s bunched around her waist. Her panties are soaked, the thin lace clinging to her, and her scent is sweet and intoxicating.
I crash my mouth to hers again, hungry and wild. My hands slide up her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and she arches into me, moaning against my lips. I can feel her heat, her wetness, even through the fabric, and I’m dying to taste her. My fingers hook into the sides of her panties, dragging them down her legs, and she kicks them off, heels clattering to the floor.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I growl, fingers sliding between her legs, finding her slick and swollen. She gasps, hips jerking against my hand, and I press harder, rubbing slow circles around her clit. Her head falls back, breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps, and I can feel her trembling for me.
“Please,” she whimpers, voice shaking, and I groan, sliding a finger inside her, feeling her tight and hot. She’s soaked, her walls clenching around my finger, and I add another, curling them just right to make her cry out. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, and I fuck her with my fingers, slow and deep, until she’s panting, writhing on the desk.
“Fuck me,” she begs, voice breaking, and I’m already tearing at my belt, cock aching for her. I push my pants down just enough, freeing myself, and she reaches for me, wrapping her hand around my length and stroking me hard and fast. I groan, hips bucking into her grip, and she guides me to her, spreading her legs wider.
I slide into her in one smooth thrust, her tight heat wrapping around me, and we both moan, loud and desperate. She hooks her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper, and I start fucking her hard and fast, the desk creaking under us. Her hot breath pants against my neck, and I can feel her getting closer, her walls tightening around me.
“Come for me,” I growl, my thrusts relentless, and she cries out, her body shuddering as she clenches around me. I’m so close, cock throbbing inside her, and I grab her hips, pulling her into me as I lose it, spilling into her with a groan that’s half pain, half pure ecstasy.
We collapse against each other, panting and trembling, the air thick with the smell of sweat and sex. Her arms wrap around me, face buried in my neck, and I press a kiss to her hair, my heart still pounding like a jackhammer.
“God, I fucking missed you,” she murmurs, voice soft and sated, and I laugh, low and rough, tightening my arms around her.
“Not as much as I missed you.”
I’m so addicted to her that I can’t see straight. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
CHAPTER 8
FRANKIE
We stay tangled up for a full ten minutes before either of us remembers that the rest of the world exists. Seth holds me so tightly my lungs barely work, but I have zero complaints. The inside of his office smells like coffee, engine grease, and now a heavy note of sex, which is honestly an upgrade from the last place I worked. My panties are MIA, my hair’s a disaster, and there’s a literal handprint on my ass.
I’m the one who comes back to reality first. It’s a combination of the glass walls, the faint sound of air tools, and the low whine of a pneumatic ratchet. If any of his crew happened to glance up here just now, they’d be in for a hell of a show. I shift in his lap and feel him still half-hard under my thigh. He smirks, not even a little bit ashamed.
I tap my finger on his chest, right over the tattoo peeking out from under his collar. “You’re really gonna spend the whole day hiding up here with me?”
He grins wider, biting my earlobe. “Fuck yes, I am.”
I laugh and push myself up, fixing my glasses so I can see the damage. My lipstick is smeared up to my nose, and my bra is still unsnapped. “Will the shop survive without you?”
He nuzzles into my neck, totally unconcerned. “They can live without me for however long it takes.”
“For however long what takes?” I twist around, squinting at him.
He looks at me, and the look in his eyes melts my insides. “However long it takes for me to tie your little ass to me for life.”
I blink. “Oh.”
“It’s all I need,” he says, and I can tell he’s not bullshitting. He really means it. “You’re my plan.”