Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
He glances at me through the glass.
I look away so fast I nearly give my neck whiplash.
My phone buzzes. Cassi again: Day 2! How’s the hot boss? You pregnant yet?
I almost laugh as I type back, my fingers trembling: Fine. Fine. Not pregnant. Everything professional.
She writes back instantly: Liar! You only write long texts when you’re lying.
Caught. The price of having a best friend who knows you.
I stuff my phone in the drawer and get to work.
The morning crawls by at a snail’s pace. I file stuff—misfile half of it—and schedule a meeting for the wrong time zone and quickly have to call four people to fix it.
Marcus walks past my desk without even acknowledging my presence, which I guess is an improvement over the death stares he gave me yesterday.
Diana passes, looking expensive, and looks down her nose at me. “No smiley face today?”
I force a smile.
Every fifteen minutes, I have to squeeze my thighs together. I’ve even started biting the inside of my cheek to distract myself.
Just after lunch, the buzzer on my desk lights up red. And this time, I catch it.
My heart nearly leaps from my throat.
I stand up and smooth my skirt, take a deep breath, and walk on my noodle-legs over to his office door. The glass darkens as I step inside, shifting from transparent to opaque.
It’s a strange sensation, being able to still see out into the office but also feeling shaded and knowing you’re invisible to all of them.
Are any of them thinking about what we might be up to in here?
“You couldn’t orgasm last night.” Dominic speaks like he’s stating a fact. My face instantly starts to tingle.
“I—how did you—?”
“Know?” His eyes drag up and down my body, slow and intentional, lingering on the hem of my skirt, my hips, my breasts. “You tried to get yourself off. You found the spot I showed you. You were soaking wet while you thought of me. But you couldn’t quite get there. Am I right?”
I swallow hard. “No.”
He’s not buying it. The corner of his lip twists, and he motions to me with two fingers, instantly reminding me of what he did to me with them yesterday. “Come here.”
Without thinking, I move toward him. He remains still as a statue. I stop in front of him, close enough to feel his heat. His broad shoulders seem to envelop me. My heart rate spikes as I marvel up at him.
So tall…
He examines me for a moment, then reaches up and traces my jaw with his thumb.
“I’m the only one who can make you come, Hazel,” he tells me, his voice dripping with pride. “You can try all you want, but you need me.”
What a statement. It should make me angry. I should tell him to go screw himself.
Instead, his words cause something deep inside me to loosen, like there’s been a fist clenched inside me all day. Relief floods through me. He’s taking all the responsibility out of my hands—and I like it.
“Yes, sir.” I nod.
His eyes narrow, blazing like supernovas. His hand moves to his belt, and he motions to me. “Down. On your knees.”
I’m on the carpet before he’s finished speaking, kneeling between his knees, staring up at him as he unfastens his belt and frees himself from his briefs.
His cock springs out like a spear on a spring, a mere inch or two from my face. I stop breathing.
Yesterday I touched it. And that was overwhelming in itself. But this close—feeling the heat of his arousal on my lips and smelling his manly musk that coats my lungs—I start to realize what that feeling was inside me.
Not relief. Worship.
I want to worship this man.
“Open up,” he says. I do as I’m told.
He moves his hips forward, guiding his sex to my lips with one hand as he slips the other into my hair, threading the strands, cupping the back of my skull with his palm.
His swollen tip, dripping with slick, presses against my lips. So smooth, so hot, so salty.
My whole body reacts. My nerves begin to sing, and my eyes close on instinct.
“No. Look at me,” he orders. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”
Obediently, I look up at him. Being told what to do like this—feeling wanted—it’s awakened something inside of me. And I just want more. More.
He feeds me another inch. My jaw opens to accommodate him. My lips strain around his girth, and I moan. It’s just so hot. The weight of his sex on my tongue is short-circuiting my brain. Every thought is replaced by him.
The wonderful existence of him.
“Good girl. Now suck it.” His fingers tighten in my hair, causing my hips to buck slightly. “Use your tongue on the underside. Trace that vein—fuck yes. Just like that, angel.”
Angel…
Hearing him call me that is transformative. Like he’s awakening some other piece of me.