Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
One more comment like that from her, and she’s going to be riding me in the parking garage. “Remember that feeling, Peach. It was the first and last time,” I say, shutting down any further conversation. I shouldn’t have even started it. My dick is hard as stone, but it needs to remain in my pants.
When we arrive at the office, Rachel greets us.
“Morning, Mr. Blake. Wayne Gallagher called. He told me to let you know that he sent over the diagnostic reports. And your nine o’clock is running late, so I pushed your eleven o’clock meeting back thirty minutes.”
“Thanks, Rachel.”
I lead Georgia down the hall to my office, though I have no idea what I’m going to do with her. Mentoring feels like an even worse idea than it did yesterday. We step into my office, and I drop my laptop bag on the couch. “I’m going to have you train with the sales team today,” I say, keeping my tone neutral. It’s the best course of action.
“I thought I was going to shadow you?”
The disappointment in her voice settles over me, but I remain indifferent. “It’s best you work with the sales team today.”
“Best for me? Or you?”
For us both. “Georgia, let’s not make this a thing. I told you nothing else is going to happen. As much as I enjoyed it, it shouldn’t have happened at all.” I sit in my leather chair and open my calendar to review my day. She doesn’t move. “You can go now. The sales room is down the hall—”
“I remember just fine,” she says, her tone clipped. “Have a great day, Mr. Blake.” Without another word, she spins on her heel and storms out of my office. Fuck, the way she purrs my name… Down boy, I lecture my cock as he makes himself known. I want to run after her, throw her to the ground, and ram inside her plump ass, ruining her tight hole.
I hit the intercom for my assistant. “Sarah, I need a cup of coffee. Make it strong.”
I need more than coffee to tame the sick beast inside me.
Chapter ten
Georgia
Iwalk down the hall, forcing slow, even breaths, but the ache in my chest tightens with every step. Noah’s words this morning barely left a scratch, but Jackson’s? They cut straight to the bone. What the hell had I expected? That after I sucked him off like a champ, he’d pull me into his arms and claim me? Yeah, right. Life doesn’t work that way, dumbass.
I have no one to blame but myself. What kind of person flirts with their ex’s dad? Sure, Noah’s an asshole, but even he doesn’t deserve this level of betrayal. He’s hurt. Of course, he’s hurt. Our breakup wasn’t his choice. He would’ve kept going, pretending everything was fine, blind to our problems. That’s what he does. It’s how he handles anything he doesn’t want to face.
Now, he had to face it. This time, he told me to leave.
And I should.
This arrangement is toxic—for him, for me, and I’ve dragged his father into the mess, too.
But God, being on my knees for him was exhilarating. The way my eyes burned when he gagged me. The soreness in my jaw from how wide I had to open for him and how deep he fucked my mouth. And when he came down my throat… I’ve never experienced anything like it. I’d never let Noah do that. The thought had always been a turn-off. But his cum coating my tongue and seeping down the back of my throat had me at the edge of my own orgasm.
So indecent, yet I couldn’t remember being more turned on.
I pull out my phone and type in the website for the university student center. Maybe someone is desperate for a last-minute roommate. A job at the student center wouldn’t be the worst—
“Hey, Georgia. In here.” I stop at the sound of my name, realizing I passed the salesroom.
A guy in ill-fitting khakis, a wrinkled button-up, and black-rimmed glasses strides toward me, hand extended. “Hey. You’re Noah’s girlfriend, right? Nice to meet you. I’m Jacob. I’ll be training you.”
His assumption makes my stomach tighten, but I keep my expression neutral.
Over his shoulder, I catch Noah’s gaze. He’s watching, waiting for my reaction. I push a smile onto my lips, ignoring the weight of Noah’s stare, and shake Jacob’s hand.
“Georgia. Nice to meet you.” I keep my tone even, careful not to betray anything.
Satisfied I haven’t corrected Jacob’s assumption, Noah shifts his attention back to the woman beside him, dismissing me without a second thought.
“If you’re ready, we can get started,” Jacob says, drawing my focus back.
I muster another smile and nod. “Yeah, of course.”
Following him to a row of computers, I take in the tight workspace. He gestures to an open seat. “This is us. Sorry, it’s a little snug in here. Did you need anything to drink before we dive in?”