Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” Faith pants, opening her eyes to look at me as I sit up.
“I’m going to need to book out a meeting room every day at lunch,” I muse, “because nothing will satisfy me anymore but you.”
“I should complain about wasting valuable work time,” Faith teases, sitting up and grinning at me. “But, dammit, I can’t bring myself to think it’d be a waste at all. You’re thoroughly ruining me, Ford Grant.”
I laugh, standing and helping her to her feet, too. “I’m happy to let you ruin me in return, Faith Thatcher,” I say back.
“Oh yeah?” she asks, smirking as she sinks to her knees before me, swapping our earlier positions and dipping her head to return the favor.
I curse loudly as the wet heat of her mouth surrounds me, sending pleasure shooting up my spine. She’s perfection in human form, I’m sure of it. With every flick of her tongue and moan around the head of my cock, Faith damn near sucks the soul out of my body, and I’m all too happy to let her have it.
When I come, she swallows me down, smiling when I just stare down at her in pleasure-fueled shock.
“Dammit, baby, how are you even real?” I mumble, unable to resist one more kiss before we finally begin to get ready for work.
I have to wear the same clothes from the day before, but thankfully nobody should notice if I wear the same suit twice in a row anyway. Faith is half-ready when she notices the time and lets out a high-pitched squeal, mouth hanging open.
“Shit! We’re late,” she curses, rushing to finish getting dressed and nearly tripping over again, trying to shove her feet into her heels.
As fast as possible without breaking speed laws and delaying us even more by being fined, I drive us to the office, trying not to show her how amused I am by her being so flustered.
I’m not worried about being late until I reach my desk and realize a team meeting has been called this morning. A team meeting that started … ten minutes ago.
Fuck.
Faith makes a beeline for the meeting room, with me right on her heels, grumbling about people needing to schedule their meetings better and give more notice. I chuckle quietly to myself at her hypocrisy, though I love how fierce she is.
Fuck, I love everything about her.
We reach the door at the same time, and I hold it open for her as she rushes in, following closely behind.
I only realize our mistake when the room goes absolutely silent when we enter. A table full of shocked faces stares directly at us, eyes wide, and suspicion is clearly written all over the expressions of our colleagues.
“Good morn–” I begin to say, just as Faith speaks at the same time.
“It’s not what—”
“Apologies for being late—”
“We just bumped into each other—”
Our excuses overlap, turning into a jumble of words that don’t make any sense. I catch Tom’s narrowed eyes and pursed lips from across the table as he glares daggers my way.
Whatever excuses or explanations we try to make, it’s clear that nobody’s buying it.
We’re both late. We both walked in together. It’s clear that we didn’t just bump into each other coincidentally, especially because neither of us is ever normally late at all.
Of course, it’s Tom who speaks first.
“Well, well, well,” the asshole speaks up, shaking his head as his eyes flit between Faith and me. “Isn’t this interesting? I expected better of you, Ford. I know I’m not the only one disappointed to see that you’re so clearly violating the office code of conduct and with such little shame! You can’t expect any of us to believe that you and Ms. Thatcher here just so happened to both be late and walk in side by side, looking like you got dressed in a huge rush. Isn’t that the same suit you wore yesterday, Ford? It’s looking a little … rumpled.”
My fists clench at my sides, and I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think of him running his pathetic mouth, but Faith beats me to it.
With a sweet smile on her face and batting her long lashes innocently, she says, “That’s rich coming from a man who can’t take a hint even when it’s shoved in his face and keeps making me incredibly uncomfortable despite me making it more than clear that I’m not and never will be interested in somebody like you. You’re lucky I haven’t filed a complaint about you, Tom.”
Pride blooms through me at the strength and sass in Faith’s words, though she keeps her tone entirely professional as she reprimands him. I have to adjust my stance to make sure it’s not obvious to the whole room how much hearing her call him out turns me on.