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)
“They’re old school. They value stability, tradition, and the illusion of predictability. You’re a wild card in their eyes, the bachelor with nothing tying him down.” I pause when an idea comes to mind, amusement hitting me after witnessing the women in the conference room. “Honestly, if you want to prove to the board members within your business that you’re mature, that stable pillar of society, why don’t you get married?”
“Get married? Rafe, I don’t even have time to buy groceries. Who am I supposed to marry?” Dom lets out a loud, dramatic groan while he continues pacing back and forth.
"You could always order one.” I glance up. Seraphina slips through the door, a woman on a mission, and then, without breaking eye contact, she keeps her left hand behind her back, closing the door. My breathing hitches, and my posture goes from relaxed to strung tight in the span of a heartbeat.
“The fuck I can. Any marriage is out. Give me a realistic strategy.” Dom’s voice buzzes in my ear. When I don’t respond, he prods on, “Rafe, are you still there?”
Seraphina doesn’t stay a word as she kicks off her heels, bare feet silent on the thick rug as she walks toward the desk with a slow grace that makes my pulse spike. She licks her lips, eyes going dark, heavy lidded, and locked entirely on mine.
“Yeah, I’m here,” I manage to say, my voice dropping an octave. Sera reaches the edge of the desk. “Just thinking.”
“Well, think faster. I can’t hide much longer. I’m eventually going to have to go back there and pretend to care about golf.” Seraphina doesn’t stop. She smoothly drops to her knees, her silk blouse billowing as she sinks down, and crawls between my legs, disappearing from sight in case someone happened to walk in.
“Yeah, well, not sure I can be of much use in the advice department.” My hands grip the armrest, my shoulder holding up the phone, as I hold back a grown. Beneath the desk, Sera’s hands find my knees, warm palms slowly sliding up my thighs. The sensation makes my cock harder than ever. She reaches for the fly of my pants, deft fingers unbuckle my belt with a soft metallic clink.
“Rafe, you alright?” Dom asks, noticing the silence.
“I’m fine,” I choke out, my voice straining as she slides the zipper down. “Look, Dom, the board want to see consistency. You need to… fuck… you need to show them you’re in control.”
“Fuck, you’re right.” He finally finds his pair of balls between his legs. Seraphina’s warm hand slips inside my boxers, freeing my cock with a single smooth motion. Her fingers wrap around my length, her thumb tracing the mushroom tip, and when she leans forward, warm breath brushing against my sensitive skin, I know it’s lights out.
“Gotta go.” I hang up the phone right as she leans up, pressing a soft, teasing kiss on the tip. My eyes screw shut, a low, rough breath escapes through my nose, and I slam a hand on the flat surface of the desk. It’s either that or take over. Sera wants this, and I know she wants to be the one to do all the work.
“Sera,” I grunt, forcing my eyes open, looking down at her as she looks up at me through dark minky lashes. Her eyes are bright with a wickedness to them. She knows exactly what she’s doing, has me on the edge of begging for mercy.
“Sit back, relax.” She doesn’t wait any longer. She opens her mouth and takes all of me inside her warm, wet heat, all the way to the back of her throat. My head snaps back against the headrest, a violent shudder rips through my body. The sensation is overwhelming—a sudden wave of intense pleasure, threatening to shatter my control. On the glide up, she swirls her tongue around me with the perfect suction, then repeats the process.
“Christ, Sera, you take me so beautifully.” My vision starts to blur at the edges. I can’t stand it. My fingers tangle in her silky dark hair, not pushing her away, not guiding her, only holding her steady as she accelerates her pace on sucking my cock. She’s relentless, looking up at me, keeping our gazes locked, eyes fierce, devoted, and swallowing around me every time she takes me deep to the back of her throat.
“Hmm,” she moans, adding vibration to the sensation. Her grip on my thighs tightens, her thumbs digging into my muscles as her tongue strokes the underside of my cock.
“Jesus, you’re going to kill me.” The pressure in my chest builds and my muscles coil tightly. “Fuck, I’m close, Sera. So damn close,” I choke out, my voice a broken whisper. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock, squeezing it tightly while increasing her suction and working me with her mouth in a frantic but beautiful desperation. One final sharp gasp, and my control shatters. I arch off my seat, my hand gripping her hair sharply, as a violent, red-hot orgasm tears through me. I come in her mouth, body shaking, pulse thrumming, and through it all, she swallows every last drop.