Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“At least something is finally going right today,” I mutter when my cell phone buzzes against the wood desk. My irritation slowly dissipates when the screen flashes Cory’s name. I swipe accept on the screen, bring the device to my ear, and lean back in my leather chair.
“Cory.” The way I’m becoming addicted to this woman might become a problem.
“Hey.” Her voice comes through the line a little breathlessly mixed with a slight strain. It cuts through the residual nightmare of the day. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”
“Believe me, you’re not interrupting.” The absolute truth of the matter is, it’s been two days since she’s been in my penthouse. Two long, agonizing days since I’ve had her taste on my tongue. I’d managed to steal a brief hour with her yesterday. Tracking her down at the hospital had been a nightmare of epic proportions that meant calling Miller, asking him to do some fast tracking and finding her walking down the hall toward the cafeteria. My hands were laden with a large coffee and a to-go bag with a sandwich and cupcake. I watched her eat sitting in a booth, and while I wanted nothing more than to have another taste of her to hold me over, I knew her place of employment wasn’t the time or the place. Instead, I pressed a kiss to her forehead when it was time for her to return to work.
“So, I, umm, have a small confession,” she draws me out of my thoughts, sounding nervous.
“Yes, and what is it?” I ask, thinking about the one she spewed the day she signed the contracts and blurted about me not packing her nightstand drawer. I’d been tempted to call in another favor to Miller, one that involved picking a lock.
“There was a bit of a small snafu with my landlord. He was being a nightmare of an asshole about me breaking the lease early, went as far as threatening to sue me for the remainder of my months as well as for damages where there are none. I knew withholding my deposit would be a given, but bringing up the litigation issue seemed a bit excessive when I told him I’d pay for the remainder of my lease.”
“Do I need to pay him a visit, with my legal team?” My jaw tightens, teeth grinding. Taking my anger out on a man being a dick seems like a good way to exert the pent-up energy that’s further building inside me.
“No, actually.” Her voice goes faint. A sheepish laugh echoes in my ear. “I kind of handled it, or rather your name handled it. I might have let it slip that you were my boyfriend. I didn’t say fiancé or husband because, well, there’s no ring, and I know we have to build our relationship up. But once I told him that if he wanted to tie me up in court, he’d be dealing with Dominic Mercer’s entire legal department. He changed his tune rather quickly. I just, um... hope I didn’t overstep.” Christ, hearing her use my name to protect herself has my chest tightening and my cock throbbing, hardening instantly, making me want her in front of me right now.
“Cory.” My voice drops, thick and laced with heat I don’t bother to hide. “You can use my name anytime you want. Wear it out, it belongs to you now.” It’s full of innuendo, and I’d much rather her scream my name while I have my head buried between her thighs.
“Right, well…” She clears her throat after a brief silence. Fuck. Now I’m imagining her doing a hell of a lot more with her mouth. I can practically see a flush creep up her neck. “In that case, I’m officially ready for your hired hands to do the heavy lifting. I’ve got the whole place packed to the gills with boxes. I’ve donated the bulk of my furniture to the women’s shelter. They’ll be picking it up within the hour. I only need your people to load my personal stuff. Oh, I am keeping one piece of furniture. It’s not your style, but I’m not budging. My reading chair goes where I go, even if it’s a bit faded and not aesthetically pleasing. It comes or I don’t.” There she goes using that word again. My brain goes haywire, thinking about finally witnessing her in the throes of an orgasm while I feed her my cock inside her wet cunt.
“Bring it. Anything you want, bring it,” I say with a genuine laugh.
“Perfect. I’ll see you later, then.” She takes a page out of my book, leaving me unable to respond since she hangs up abruptly.
The heavy door of my office bounces open. Dante and Vik stroll in, oozing their usual brand of arrogance, completely ignoring the fact that my door was shut and I know my assistant asked them to hold on. They don’t fucking listen, bunch of pricks. I toss the phone on my desk, stand up to button my suit jacket, and start closing shit down for the day.