Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Is this because I fucked you?” I ask. “That won’t happen again.”
“No, this is because you killed my date,” she replies simply. “Now, I have to leave.” She turns to face me. “I’ll also hand you my keys when I move out of the house. I’m happy for you to keep my security deposit since I’m leaving early.”
Without another word she walks away, leaving me wondering what the fuck just happened.
Chapter 17
Best sex, worst boss.
Avani
He is clearly angry.
Grayson’s ignored me every day for the last two weeks. He doesn’t even say hello. And all I can think about every time I see him is how I can get him to sleep with me one more time before I go.
Because he is the best sex I have ever had, by far.
And he can eat pussy like a bitch.
The best bitch, that is.
I am thankful for his lawyer though. I’ve had to see the police two more times since that event, and each time the lawyer was there to help me.
I walk into his office and place my house keys on his desk. He looks up from what he’s doing and grinds his jaw. His eyes flick to the keys, then to me.
“Just wanted to say thanks. It’s been a pleasure.”
“Has it?” he asks. “Or are you lying again? They say only villains lie. Are you my villain, Avani?”
“It has, and I’d happily be your villain. But it’s time for me to move on.” I turn to walk out the door when he says my name, stopping me. “Yes?” I try to keep my tone calm.
I hear his chair roll across the floor as he gets up, then I feel him at my back. When I turn around, our chests are touching.
“Don’t leave,” he says softly. My eyes fall to the carpet before they find him again. If you had a man like him looking at you asking you to stay, you would be crazy not to. A part of me wants to, and the other knows better.
“I have to.” I smile sadly. “It’s easier this way.”
“What is?” he asks.
“All of this,”
He lifts his fingers to my mouth, pulling my bottom lip with his thumb as he strokes it, I can feel the need from him to kiss me. I want him to kiss me, even though part of me doesn’t. It’s a war I’m unsure I want to fight within myself.
“I haven’t paid for another dance yet. I think I should get one for you leaving.” He steps away, his finger falling as he does, and reaches for something behind his desk. As he pulls up a large bag, I see the logo and smile. “You can work for it…one last time.” I think about shaking my head and telling him no. Instead, I nod to the chair, which he gladly takes a seat in, putting the bag next to him.
Walking over to him, pushing his legs apart I stand between his legs. “Should I just sit on your cock?” I raise a brow. “Or would you like the dance?”
“I’ll take options A and B, thank you very much.”
I don’t bother removing any clothing as I sit on his lap. He keeps his hands to himself when I gyrate my hips. But his smell is intoxicating me, making me need him more than I’ve ever craved anyone.
I hate wanting him more so than anything.
He leans in and brushes away the hair from my neck as he places his mouth against my skin. His lips trace small kisses up to my jaw while his hand runs down my back, causing me to wiggle my hips. I pull away and stand so I can remove my pants and underwear. He frees his cock and slides on a condom without me saying anything.
Moving forward, I go to sit on him, but I make sure his cock is rubbing against me, not in me. His hand circles around my backside and trails its way to my ass, where he slides a finger in as I rub myself against him. He groans as I lift, and the tip of his cock meets my entrance. Leaning in, he bites my shoulder, ready to fill me. But I pull back and start rubbing up against him again, tormenting us both.
I’m throbbing. Literally throbbing.
“Sit.” He growls. “Now.”
“What if I don’t want to,” I tease.
“Sit, or so help me God…” He bites my shoulder harder, and I do as he asks, sitting, ever so slowly, reveling in the feel of him sliding all the way in. As soon as I am fully seated, I take a minute to adjust to his size.
“Move,” he says, in a breathless whisper, his hands gripping my hips. “Fuck, move already.”
I raise my hips up and down. Grayson doesn’t do it for me, he just lets me go at my own pace. Leaning into him, he bites my nipples through my shirt, which I didn’t take off. I don’t need his hands on my bare back, reminding him of what’s there.