Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Take it like a good girl,” Dawson says, gripping my waist tighter with his fingers, letting them dig into my skin.
It takes me a minute to get my bearings straight. The past five minutes feel like they’re straight out of The Twilight Zone, and I don’t know what’s happening. Part of me thinks this might be some kind of weird, fucked-up dream I’m having. But the pleasure building between my legs tells me something else entirely.
After a minute, I let out a whimper, and Dawson takes that as his cue to keep moving. He pumps himself in and out of me, slowly at first so I can feel every single moment. I want to keep myself from moaning, but I can’t. My mouth hangs open, and I barely recognize the sounds escaping my throat.
Dawson is practically growling behind me as his hands explore my body, sliding up my shirt and feeling all my curves. I don’t do anything to stop him. One hand reaches around to tease my clit while he continues thrusting, and it sends me over the edge once again. I feel myself tensing and throbbing, trying to bite back against the orgasm threatening to take a hold of me again.
“Oh my god, Dawson!” I cry out as I come for him, feeling how I clench around him and only make him harder with each spasm of my muscles.
Dawson grips me harder as he pumps, milking every drop of this pleasure from me. With each motion, he grows more frenzied, unable to fight back against whatever semblance of control he had before.
Dawson leans forward, brushing my hair aside as I’m whimpering and moaning from my orgasm.
I don’t have the wherewithal to argue with him right now. I just nod and focus on the pleasure building between us as he unleashes himself inside me. I feel every throb of his cock as it explodes.
Both of us cry out and moan together as the pleasure completely overtakes us. Something about Dawson losing control only turns me on more, and it elongates all the pleasure building.
When Dawson is finally finished, he pulls himself out of me, and I slump down on the desk, feeling the ecstasy still thrumming in my veins.
“Turn around and look at me,” Dawson demands. I roll over, leaning against the desk with my wobbly legs to see him pulling up his pants and collecting himself. I’m still breathless and in awe of what just happened. I don’t know how I’m supposed to react to any of this. “I meant what I said. Your pussy is mine from now on.”
My mind is running a million miles a minute, and I can’t even think of anything to say. It’s preposterous, and I know that, but I just stare at him in silence. After a moment, he grabs his phone from the desk and shoves it in his pocket.
“It’s time to leave,” he says before walking toward the door like nothing just happened.
I get dressed and run my fingers through my hair, trying to make sense of everything. What the fuck has happened to my life?
Chapter 9
Dawson
My head is pounding when I wake up in the morning. I’m still in my work clothes from the night before, and the taste of whiskey is stale in my mouth. I sit up on my elbows and blink a few times, trying to remember what happened. I had a god-awful meeting with Marcus, an Italian client who has been talking to a competitor that’s trying to undercut our contract. I opened the bottle when we got off the phone to de-stress, and I didn’t stop drinking.
Then there’s Harper...
I took her virginity last night.
I know I should feel bad about it. I should regret what I did, but I don’t. How can I regret something that felt so right? My mind immediately wanders to the perfect shape of her ass bent over my desk, and the musical melody of her moans reverberating through my office.
I would give anything to have that again right now, and I can’t wait until the next time I get to fuck her like that.
Our contract is for an entire year. That’s one whole year she’ll be at my beck and call. I can make her squirm just like I did last night. Just the thought of it makes my entire body tingle with excitement.
I slide out of the bed and immediately climb in the shower, finding myself wondering what sultry little outfit Harper is going to choose today. I’m glad I got rid of all her baggy clothes because everything she was fitted for at the boutique is form-fitting enough to show off her incredible curves.
Maybe I should implement a no bra policy at the office? Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?
I hop out of the shower, once again hard at the mere thought of Harper. I manage to get myself under control as I slip on a work suit for the day. Harper is already in the kitchen waiting for Maggie to finish making breakfast.