Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 32776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Her soft gasp echoed through the empty alley, bouncing off the brick walls around us.
I slid my tongue against hers, demanding that she open wider for me, and she slowly obliged.
I kissed her harder, deeper before sliding my hand beneath her dress painfully slowly, dragging my fingertips along the inside of her thigh instead of where she actually wanted me.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“Still planning to quit?” I asked.
“Go to hell.”
“That’s not an answer…”
Pushing her panties to the side, I pressed my thumb against her clit, and she instantly moaned.
“If you hate working for me so much already...” I slid two fingers inside her. “Then why are you dripping all over my hand?”
She yanked on my tie hard enough to loosen it.
“You’re such an asshole.”
“And yet you’re still wet for me.”
Her back arched harder against the bricks as I slid my thumb over her clit.
“If only you’d followed my instructions…” I whispered against her mouth and she slowly rocked against my hand, giving me permission to go even further.
But she didn’t deserve it for tempting me…
I bit down hard on her bottom lip, thrusting my fingers in and out of her faster until I felt her pussy throbbing against my hand.
Her nails dug into my neck harder as her hips started moving against my hand faster.
“There it is…” I whispered as she shut her eyes. “Now you suddenly know how to behave around me….”
“Ahhhh…” Her voice cracked.
I pulled my fingers out immediately, and her eyes flew open.
“What the…” She gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you never disrespect me in a meeting again,” I said, pushing her panties back into place. Then I took my time smoothing her dress, reveling in the sight of her chest heaving up and down, her eyes pleading for me to change my mind and finish what we started.
“I’ll deposit another million in your account tonight,” I said as she glared at me. “That should cover more months of torture with me, correct?”
She didn’t answer.
“Okay, I’ll do two million.” I smirked. “I’ll get one of my drivers to take you home now. You look like you really need a release…”
THE AGENT
CHLOE
Saturday
Dante Hudson
Your driver is downstairs.
Okay. I thought you were planning to see the inside of this building first?
No. I’ll look at it later this afternoon.
We’re going to see The Avon Complex first.
On my way down.
Itucked my new phone inside my purse and made sure my old one was fully charged before heading downstairs.
There was no driver waiting.
It was Dante.
I mean, “Mr. Hudson”…
He was leaning against a dark gray Audi R8, completely oblivious to the confused glances people were throwing his way.
“Ready?” he asked, holding the car door open for me.
“No.” I shook my head. “I don’t think you should take this car to the Avon Complex.”
“Too scared it’ll get stolen?”
“No,” I said. “The residents will think you’re there for show, and social media will tear you apart before you even get a chance to see what the places are really like when you’re not checking.”
“I see.” He crossed his arms. “Do you have a car we can take, then?”
“No, but the subway stops right in front of that complex,” I offered. “And then the other four you own nearby are only a block apart.”
He looked at me like I was out of my mind.
“Your car won’t get stolen here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about at all.” He pressed the key fob, and the car chirped that it was locked. “I’ve never ridden the subway.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me…”
“Unfortunately not,” he said. “I’ve always been curious why people complain about it so much, though.”
“But not enough to step down from your luxury high horse and experience it for yourself?”
“Watch your mouth today…” His lips curved into a small smile, and I couldn’t help but remember how they felt against mine.
“Actually, I think I do need some reassurance on my car.” He looked around. “Hold on a second.”
He walked across the street, stepping inside the donut shop Marie and I always went to.
Through the windows, I could see the manager smiling and nodding at Dante before handing him a bag of sweets and a baseball cap.
I watched him put it on and tap the brim, and I tried not to think about how those same fingers had me shaking against a brick wall days ago.
“If only you’d followed my instructions…”
“Now, I’m assured it’ll be fine,” he said when he returned to my side of the street. “Show me to the subway.”
Twenty minutes later, we boarded a half-vacant L train, and Dante looked at the overhead pole like it was infected with a disease.
“How many people touch that every day?” he asked.
“Probably thousands.” I shrugged. “It’s not going to kill you.”
He didn’t look convinced.
I laughed and grabbed his hand, placing it there for him.