Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Ben hadn’t let her go in the previous day, insisting that she follow the doctor’s orders, despite the fact that the doctor didn’t know about her wolf-y healing properties. Now, all her excitement about working for Ben Stone came bubbling back, intensified rather than dimmed by the fact that they were intimate.
Ben had picked out her suit, saying he liked the way her legs looked in it. The beige, fitted ensemble featured a long, slim jacket and short, tight skirt. She’d reminded him that one of her legs was in a cast so the look wouldn’t be the same as when she’d worn it the previous week, but he’d just smacked her ass and told her to put it on.
“So, is it back to ‘Mr. Stone’ when we’re in the office?” she asked, watching his profile as he drove.
His lips curled up at the edges. “Yes.”
“Ah, and we’re also back to the monosyllabic answers?”
His eyes slid sideways and he continued to smirk, but didn’t answer.
“And the non-answers.” She leaned her head back on the seat and sighed, even as a wave of heat flushed up and down her entire body. How could she really protest when she loved the stern Mr. Stone persona?
“I suppose it’s best we keep our relationship a secret while we’re at work?” she asked.
Ben looked over, his dark-lashed green eyes boring into her with their usual intensity. “It’s not really anyone’s business,” he said.
“I know, and it probably won’t take long to come out if we’re driving in together, but it’s probably better to keep it to ourselves, don’t you think?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
She opened her mouth, then shut it, not sure how to answer.
“Is that what you want?”
She furrowed her brow. What she wanted and what she thought was best were actually two different things. Or rather, she wanted things both ways—she wanted the entire world to know that Ben had chosen her as his mate, but she always wanted to earn the respect of the people she worked with. She sighed. Why were things so complicated for women in the workplace?
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Ben shrugged. “All right. I’ll try not to rip your little skirts off while we’re at the office.”
She giggled. “Thanks, I think.”
Ben pulled into the lot and they took the elevator up together. She thought about insisting they ride separately, but Ben already looked like he wanted to carry her instead of letting her walk with the crutches, so she kept her mouth shut.
Karen was sitting at her desk when they arrived together, but if she thought it was odd, she didn’t show it.
Ben carried her bag into the office and set it down. “Need anything?”
“What? You’re going to get me coffee?”
“If you ask nicely.” He lowered his voice. “Maybe if you pull up your skirt just a little bit?”
Her face grew warm and she picked up a pen and tossed it at him. “Get out. I do the coffee running around here. Do you need some?”
He grinned. “No.” He leaned in her doorway, contemplating her for a moment.
Her body temperature rose by several degrees, warmed by his hungry look. Her mouth opened, but all thoughts and words had flown away.
Ben winked, lifting his large frame from the doorway with a grace that belied his size. He walked away, taking her breath with him.
She sat down at her desk, smiling. She loved her life.
About forty minutes later, Ben called. “Come into my office.”
She picked up her laptop but quickly realized she couldn’t carry it and use her crutches. Abandoning the laptop, she hobbled over to his office.
“Shut the door, Ashley,” he said.
She swung it shut.
“You’re too far away over there,” he said, lifting his chin in the direction of her office.
She did her best to saunter with the crutches and dropped into his lap. “Is this close enough?” she asked, pitching her voice to a low and seductive note.
“Not quite.”
She leaned over and kissed his neck. “How about this?”
“Mmm, I’m not sure.”
She sank to her knees at his feet and bit his trousers at the crotch, hoping her hot, moist breath reached his cock through the fabric. “How about this?”
His manhood strained against his pants. He groaned. “That might be too close,” he said in a strangled voice. Grasping her forearms, he lifted her back onto his lap.
She faked a pout.
“Don’t worry, my little assistant. I will be demanding all kinds of service like that from you.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “In fact, just this morning I resolved to have you in every single room of this building. That means every floor, every cubicle, every bathroom, every conference room, maybe even the closets, too. How long do you think that will take us?”
Her pussy pulsed, already readying for his suggested activity.
“I-I’m not sure,” she managed to say.