Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“You’re hard for me,” I whispered behind his ear. “You thinking about my cock inside you, Robbie?”
“You have to stop talking,” he gritted out angrily, trying so hard to maintain his annoyance with me, even though every other sign made it clear he was anything but annoyed right now.
I moved back down, dragging my tongue along his spine until reaching the cleft between his cheeks.
And then I kneeled down and spread him open to lick a stripe from his taint to the top of his crease.
“Kit, fuck!” he cried, reaching back with a hand as if to stop me. “Kit!” And then his cries turned to dirty, debauched groans.
He tasted like musky perfection on my tongue, and I had the evil thought that I could edge him like this for hours. Days. Make him beg to come.
Make it last.
Because I knew this was a one-time-only deal. It wasn’t like Robbie was going to jump out of a year-long relationship and into something with me that started with, “Fuck me over your desk, do it now.”
Once I had him loose and stretched on my tongue, I reached for the packet of lube and began to prep him with one hand while opening my fly with the other. I didn’t bother to ask if he was sure. He was a big boy, and he was the one who’d initiated this.
After shoving my pants open and slicking up my cock, I lined the head up with his spit-slick hole. “Easy,” I murmured as his skin stretched impossibly around me.
He sucked in a breath and tensed. I placed a hand on his lower back and repeated, “Easy, baby. Take a breath and relax for me. Push out. That’s it.”
The sound of my name whimpered in Robbie’s voice was my Achilles’ heel. My stomach tightened with lust, and my head swam with the need to hammer into him, take what was mine and mark it.
Instead, I held back until I was sure he could take it, and then I pressed deeper inside.
“Fuck! Just do it, already,” he cried. “You have a big cock, I get it. Now, fuck me.”
I jerked in surprise, inadvertently pushing in even deeper and bottoming out. His cry turned from pain into pleasure as I hit just the right spot.
And then my brain began to short out. The hot squeeze of his channel around my cock, the noises he was making in the hush of my corporate office. The sight of him completely bare, face down on my desk while the lights of San Francisco shone through the wall of windows on the other side of my desk.
Anyone could be watching us right now. Seeing me thrust into this beautiful man without having any idea how monumental this moment was.
“This is mine, Robbie,” I ground out, holding his cheeks open roughly with my hands as I continued to pound him into my desk. “If you ever think of letting some other man inside you, remember that you are mine. All of you. Mine. Do you understand?”
His eyes squeezed closed as he gritted out the words. “Not. Yours. Never. Yours.”
That just made me angry. I grabbed his wrists and held them together above his head, and I leaned my entire body along his back and pressed my weight into him, his face mashed against my leather calendar book. “Whose cock is inside you right now? Whose hands are holding you down?” I lowered my voice to a sultry purr in his ear just to tease him. “Whose arms do you run into when other men scare you off with their proposals?”
It was cruel. But I was angry too.
I was pissed that Jacob Spellman fucked it up. That someone that seemingly “perfect” hadn’t managed to make my sweet Robbie happy.
I was angry that it couldn’t be me—that no matter what Robbie might fantasize about, I was too old, too jaded, too ruthless and business-focused to be the man Robbie needed.
And I was angry that I hadn’t had the self-control to keep from indulging in my own dangerous fantasy.
“I hate you,” he said with a trembling voice, half-drunk on pleasure as I pegged his prostate over and over.
“Okay.”
“I do!” he cried, pushing back into me, which made his sleek back arch so beautifully. “I hate you.”
The word hate carried a hopeless whimper. He wanted to hate me. And I could hardly blame him.
I should have been stronger. I shouldn’t have given in. I should never have allowed him to bring my fantasy to life. But I was helpless to resist giving Robbie what he needed. I always had been.
I moved my lips to his ear and sucked the lobe into my mouth, caressing it gently with my tongue before releasing it. “I love you,” I breathed, almost too soft to hear.
Before he had a chance to respond, I moved a lube-slick hand around to shuttle over his cock, squeezing and twisting as I commanded him to let go.