Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“Hate like hell to leave you hot and bothered, Sera, but we’ve got a meeting to kick ass in.” He pulls back just enough to look down at me. His deep emerald-green eyes flash with untamed heat. His breathing is just as ragged as mine, his chest heaving against my breasts and his thumb dragging along my swollen, wet lower lip.
“Rafe, please.”
“Want to hear you say that more than anything, and the absolute second we lock the doors after that meeting, I’m taking care of you, Seraphina. Just like you took care of me while I was in the shower by myself. I’m finishing this, and I’m gonna take you further than you’ve ever been before. One taste isn’t enough. I want more. Understand?” Rafe whispers, his voice dripping with a dark, heavy promise that has me arching into his body once again.
I can’t answer, can’t find my words, so I do the only thing I can. I nod, completely undone, reduced to a pile of ash by the raw, explicit intent behind his words. Rafe gives me a lingering press of his lips against my jaw before he lets me go. The sudden loss of his body heat makes me gasp. He helps me move away from the door, holding me steady in order to get my bearings, unlocks the door, and saunters into the main office.
“Rafe, wait.” I stumble after him, legs trembling as I desperately try to mend my nearly shattered composure. I smooth down my skirt and make a beeline for his office door, my hands shaking as I do a shimmy along the way. The door was left wide open, by me, and while we don’t get a lot of foot traffic this early in the morning, the last thing he needs is people talking about his lack of clothing.
“Didn’t think about that,” Rafe says, unbothered by his state of undress. I turn the lock in place and turn around. “Keep an eye on the clock for me, Sera,” he says as he casually walks to the small sleek wardrobe in the corner, where he keeps extra tailored suits hung at the ready. Then, with an agonizing, deliberate slowness, his hand goes to his hip, one slight tug, and the towel drops to the ground.
I should turn around. I should look the other way. Maybe pretend to watch the clock. Instead, I stand frozen in place, gawking at his muscular form, from his back to his ass to his thighs. Rafe doesn’t look back to see if I’m watching. He knows I am. He reaches into the wardrobe and pulls out a pair of charcoal-gray boxer briefs, then steps into them, pulling the fabric up his cut calves and powerful thighs.
There’s absolutely nothing left to the imagination. It hugs every delicious inch of his lower body, putting the prominent, heavy outline of his cock on full display when he turns around.
“Um…” The cat has got my tongue as he casually adjusts himself. The dark cotton is straining against his impressive length, and I have to hold on to the doorknob to stay vertical. He grabs a white undershirt and slips it over his head, winking at me when he notices my jaw is practically on the ground, and I’m sure there’s drool at the corners, too. Next comes the crisp white tailored-to-perfection button-down shirt. He still hasn’t bothered with pants, and I’m sure he’s doing that on purpose.
“Sera.” He says my name with a smug, knowing grin as he fastens the buttons of his shirt before finally rounding out the rest of his clothes: slacks, socks, belt, suit jacket, and cuff links. He doesn’t bother with a tie, a damn shame because I’d love to watch him take it off, maybe tie my wrists together and keep them above my head while he does what he promised to. “Let’s get this over and done with. You’ve got a date with my desk and my head buried between your thighs.” The pulsing between my legs doesn’t lessen, neither does my heart that’s frantically beating against my ribs. I probably should double-check my lipstick isn’t smeared and get my head in the right frame of mine, but I’m finding it hard to do anything with the words he just spoke. God, this is going to be a long-as-hell meeting, I just know it.
8
RAFE
Seraphina pulled it off, not that it surprises me, but I’m left wondering when she had the time to do all of this. As it stands right now, the numbers on the projector screen blur with my tired eyes, a massive problem considering the numbers are representing a deliberate and highly illegal discrepancy. I lean back in my leather chair, steepling my fingers in front my face to mask the fact that I’m not paying attention to a single word Harrison from accounting has said in the last two minutes.