Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“You feel so fucking good, firecracker. Think you can come for me?”
Her forehead wrinkles like she’s concentrating really hard. “Maybe,” she whimpers.
“What do you need?”
“More.”
I push in all the way and stop, letting her grind herself against me the way she wants.
“Take it,” I encourage. “Go on.”
“Oh.” Her eyes roll back in her head, and she bites her lip. “Right there.”
I move again, slow, short, even strokes, making her gasp each time I hit deep. Our skin slaps together. Her body locks up tight again. I move faster, desperate to come inside her, fill her, claim her.
“Now,” she gasps. “There. Yes. I’m coming.”
“Yes, you are. Good girl.” I bend my knees, driving up, feeling her squeezing the fuck out of me.
The slow buildup I’ve been working toward snaps. The release is almost painful and I groan loudly, dropping my forehead to her shoulder as it overtakes me. Pleasure thunders though my body. This woman, this woman. Fuck.
Lightheaded and drained, I finally stop moving. Emily unwraps her legs from my waist, touching her toes to the floor. She winces as I slip out of her.
Like a lazy, satisfied fucker I tuck myself away, watching her with a grin stretched across my face.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “My thighs are still quivering.”
I grin even wider.
Shaking her head and laughing, she holds out her hand. “Can I have my underwear back, please?”
My mouth tips into a lazy smile as I grab the tiny silver scrap off the filing cabinet and shove it in my pocket. “No, they’re mine now. Consider it your bad girl tax.”
“My what?” Her eyes bug with outrage. Too bad she’s so fucking sexy all flushed and trembling.
“You heard me.”
“Dex,” she says in an exasperated tone, “your cum is running down my leg.”
“Good. It’ll help you remember who you belong to.”
She glares at me but the corners of her mouth twitch. “How can I want to punch you and fuck you at the same time?” she growls, crouching down to dig through her bag.
Laughing, I walk past my desk and open the black door hidden in the far corner of my office. “Come on. You can clean up in here.”
She squints. “What is it?”
“A bathroom.”
She wrinkles her nose.
“It’s the size of a closet, but it’s clean,” I promise.
She flicks the light on and closes the door behind her.
I should help her out but there’s not enough room for two people in there.
A few minutes later, she emerges, cheeks still flushed red, hair wild around her face.
“Better?” I ask.
“Yes, thank you.”
I run my gaze over my flannel shirt she still has draped over her shoulders, unbuttoned to show off the silver bra top she must have fixed. Black leggings now cover her legs, the cute silver skirt gone.
“Come here.” I hold out my hand to her and she takes it, allowing me to lead her over to the faded leather couch against the far wall. I sink into one corner and pull her onto my lap, draping her legs over mine.
She rests her head on my shoulder and one hand on my chest. “What are you doing?”
“Holding you.” I squeeze her thigh for emphasis. “Kinda wish you’d left that skirt on.”
She cups my cheek and turns my face toward hers. “Well, I wish you’d given me my panties back.”
“Nope. Naughty girls don’t get panties.”
She giggles, her whole body shaking against me and ducks her head against my shoulder. “Don’t you have to get back to work?”
“Eventually.” I slide my hand from her leg to her bare stomach.
She tries to pull the flannel closed.
“No.” I flick it open and push her hand away. “I like it open.”
“You’re awfully bossy tonight.”
I cup one of her breasts that’s spilling out of the skimpy top again. “That’s what you get when you sneak into my domain.”
I’m teasing but her mouth turns down. “I don’t know what possessed me.” Her hand flutters in the air and she touches her forehead. “I’m such an idiot.”
“Tell me how you ended up here.”
“I told you.”
I tilt my head. There’s more to it than what she said. There has to be.
“I felt bad about the awkward way we left things. I guess…I wanted you to know I’m not ashamed of what you do. So I thought if I came down and, well, you know, participated I guess…” Her voice trails off and she drops her gaze.
I study her for a minute. “I don’t get up on stage and take off my clothes.”
“You know what I mean.” She frowns. “I can see now where my logic train skipped over a few tracks.”
That’s one way to put it. Instead of saying anything that will make her feel worse, I lean my forehead against hers. “Your instinct to protect your sister was right.” I flick my gaze toward the door. “This isn’t something I’d want her to entertain. Ever. For any reason.”