Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I turn her around and walk her back to my desk. In one quick motion, I sweep my arm across the surface, moving anything out of the way that might hurt her. Then, I lift her up onto the desk. Her hands tangle in my hair as my fingers start working down the buttons of her blouse.
I kiss the sensitive skin at the base of her neck and nearly lose it at the way she moans my name. When her shirt slides off her shoulders, I take a moment to marvel at her perfect breasts. They’re spilling out of a bra that is just slightly too small. I want to rip it off of her with my teeth. As if reading my mind, she reaches behind her and starts undoing the clasps.
I let out a hiss as the fabric falls to the floor, following her blouse. My God, she is more perfect than I’d imagined. She watches me nervously, like she’s afraid I’m going to devour her. That’s exactly what I want to do. Instead, I kiss her slowly before licking a trail from her neck to her chest.
Her back arches into me as I take one of her nipples into my mouth, gently groping her other breast with my hand. Her own hand reaches between us and disappears underneath the waistband of her pants. Fuck if that doesn’t turn me on.
“Stop,” I tell her. “I want to see you.”
She looks at me with a wicked look in her eye as I slowly remove her pants. One of my hands follows her as she starts stroking herself. I kiss her again as her hand guides mine.
“Do you ever think about me when you touch yourself?” I whisper into her ear.
She shudders without response.
“You’ll start to,” I promise her. “But it’s never going to be as good as the real thing.”
She whimpers as I take her hand and bring it to my lips, sucking the taste of her off her fingers. Then I replace her fingers with my own, feeling the shape and stretch of her. It might be a tight fit, but she’s already soaked.
She starts panting and moaning my name as I circle her clit, but I don’t want her there just yet. I pull my hand back and bring it under her chin, tipping her face up for better access to her mouth. Her body jerks against mine, desperate for the friction of release.
I push her down so she’s lying on the desk and pull her hips to the edge. She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes as I pull down my own pants. She bites her lips when she sees my cock, making me desperately want to know what it would feel like to have her lips around it. For now, though, I just want to make her feel good.
I position myself at her entrance, easing inside her as fast as I dare. I was right. She’s unbelievably tight. She gasps at the size of me while I do everything I can not to come the second I’m in her. Goddamn, she feels so good around me. I swear I go to another dimension for a few seconds.
Then her hips rise to meet me and instinct takes over. Her hands grip the edge of my desk, the tie still hanging around my neck, anywhere they can find purchase. She lets out loud, satisfied moans with every thrust, until her cries of pleasure turn almost deafening.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, milking me for all I’ve got and I trip over the edge, emptying myself deep inside her.
“Fuck Sofia, you feel so fucking perfect.”
When her breathing returns to normal, she wiggles to get out from under me.
She collects her clothes from the floor and dresses in silence, not even looking at me.
“Should we—?” I start, but she puts up a hand to stop me.
“I need to go home,” she says.
I see the conflict on her face, and I know that I’ve just made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Even so, I can’t bring myself to regret it, even when she’s gone.
9
SOFIA
Iwake before my alarm and stare at the ceiling for a long time. The sunlight keeps brightening, and my mood keeps souring right along with it.
I can’t go into work today. There’s no reason to call out, but I physically can’t make myself get up and go. How can I face Dominic after what we did? How can I face anyone in the office? I’ll die of embarrassment. Which is a good enough reason for me.
I grab my phone off my nightstand and draft the email three times before I hit send. I have to consider how “sick” I am. It’s Thursday, so if I have a really bad fake sickness, I could stretch this into a four-day weekend. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to go back into that office, but at least this will give me some time to think.