Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
My hands dive into his hair, enjoying him.
“This isn’t the longest I’ve gone without speaking to my parents,” I inform him softly. “Once, when I was in high school and they were on a tour of Europe, I didn’t see or speak to them for about four months.”
He tips his head back so he can look up at me with those hard steel eyes. “I fucking hate that.”
“It just is what it is.” Dragging my hands down to his cheeks, I bend down to kiss him. “I’m fine, Gideon. Better than fine. Are things resolved in DC?”
“No.” He kisses my stomach, and then he pulls me into his lap and nuzzles my neck, making me laugh. He probably won’t tell me any more than that.
I’m on a need-to-know basis when it comes to my own life as far as my mother’s concerned.
“I’m going to make us breakfast today,” I inform him. “I’ve been watching YouTube videos to learn, and the other day, Willow walked me through making French toast.”
“You need protein with that,” he informs me, still kissing and nuzzling my neck.
“I’ll make bacon and eggs too.”
His hand drifts up and down my thigh and around to my ass.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“Trying to seduce my girl,” he growls, making me grin.
“Aside from that.”
He lifts his head and kisses my nose. “I was at war with a spreadsheet.”
“Why?”
“Because I fucking suck at spreadsheets.”
“Well, lucky for you, I’m good at them. I can help.”
The idea thrills me, and my chest clenches in excitement. I can help him. I can be helpful and put some of the classes I took to use.
I turn around and, still sitting in his lap, wait while Gideon types his password into the computer, and the spreadsheet that comes up has my eyes crossing.
“Jesus, big guy.”
“Told you.” He points to numbers on a page, information in two different emails, and I can figure out quickly what he needs in the spreadsheet. “It’s taken me three days to get that far.”
“I can do this in less than two hours.”
He stills behind me, and then his lips land on my shoulder. “You’re hired.”
Excitement stirs in my belly, and I turn to smile at him over my shoulder. “Really?”
“Hell yes. If you can do this for me, I’ll give you anything you want.”
With a snort, I turn back to get to work, opening a fresh spreadsheet to start from scratch, and Gideon moves my ponytail over the front of my shoulder and kisses the back of my neck, making my nipples pucker.
“I’m supposed to be working,” I murmur as I try to concentrate.
“Good girl. So dedicated. Such a work ethic.” His hands roam under the baggy sweatshirt, slide up my sides and over to my breasts. “Have I told you lately how much I love the metal right here?”
“Once or twice.” Jesus, my panties are already soaked, and my fingers tremble as I try to focus on the task at hand. Gideon flicks one nipple, and I gasp. “Shit, I can’t work like this.”
“You’d better.” He lifts the sweatshirt all the way off and lets it fall aside, then works my sports bra off, and goose bumps pebble up from the cool air. “Be a good girl and keep working for me, Rebel. If you stop, you don’t get to come.”
His teeth graze the ball of my shoulder as his hands drift down my stomach and into the waistband of my leggings, working down until he’s cupping my pussy, and when he finds how wet I am, we both groan.
“Look at how wet you are, baby. Goddamn, you make me insane. What do you need?”
“You.”
“More specific.”
I swallow thickly, my hips circling with every movement of his fingers. “I need you inside me so bad I ache with it.”
“Mm, I like that.” He bites the side of my neck, making me whimper. “I fucking like that a lot. I want you aching for me all the damn time. Did you wake up like this?”
“No.”
“What turned you on? What made this pretty pussy so fucking wet for me?”
“Just . . . you.”
His fingers move between my lips, then back up to swirl around my clit, and I lean back into his touch, abandoning the keyboard altogether.
“You stopped working,” he growls against my ear as he pulls his hand out of my leggings, making me gasp in outrage as he licks his fingers clean. “I told you what would happen.”
“Gideon.”
“Don’t forget who’s in charge here, Rebel.” He bites my earlobe and then pushes me forward until I’m standing and bent over his desk. “I think I’ll edge you for a little while, just to remind you who the boss is.”
“Fuck.”
“Oh, we will. Don’t worry about that.” He grips onto the sides of my leggings and yanks them down and off, and I’m bent over his desk completely naked. “God, you’re gorgeous.”