Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“And again.” She pushes back into the space and kneads a few, firm times, before locking down again, pushing into the muscle. “Breathe in.”
I follow her order and space out in my darkness, letting her take full control. I can feel the nodules deep in my flesh, moving around under her solid touch.
“And out.” She sighs, like it’s a relief for her, too.
She spends a good half hour working the area, and with each breath in and out, the deep-seated pain fades, until all I feel is pure relief. Her hands are fucking magic. I feel sleepy, totally out of it, but when her palms slide up to my nape and work the muscles there, I’m totally alert again. And so is my cock. Raya gently glides her hands down my spine and molds perfectly pressured circles there for a few excruciating amazing minutes. Fucking hell. I breathe in deep, clenching my fists as blood pounds in my cock.
“You’re done.” She slides off my back and starts to pull on her trousers. “You should have one at least once a week.”
Once a day sounds better. By her. I remain where I am, on my front, head resting on my forearms. I’m not moving. Can’t move.
“You can get up now.” Slipping her feet into her heels, she pulls the tie from her hair and shakes her hair out.
Lord above, kill me now. My dick is screaming. “Actually, I can’t.”
She stills, her eyes running the length of my body, their sparkle getting brighter and brighter. “Ohhhh.” Her lips press together, and she definitely blushes. Seems crazy after what I’ve just done to her. “Sorry,” she shrugs.
My cock isn’t listening to my demand to calm the fuck down, and isn’t likely to when Raya’s still close, so I face the music, sighing as I get up off the bed. “I expect it’s a hazard of the job.”
“Yeah, there have been some awkward moments.” She laughs a little, averting her eyes from my groin.
I inwardly scowl as I dress, not liking the idea that other men get her hands rubbing them all over. “Where do you work?” I ask before I can stop myself, my fingers pausing mid-fastening of my shirt buttons. I just broke one of my cardinal rules. And, more annoyingly, one of Raya’s. No getting to know each other. I could kick myself when I see her eyes dull a little, the playful sparkle disappearing like it was never there.
“In your words, Drew, this isn’t a date.” Her persona, from light and almost playful, changes in a heartbeat. She’s suddenly guarded and clipped. And I hate it, because I sense it’s not natural for her to be so closed. It’s an effort for her. Unnatural. Just like it’s unnatural for me to give a shit, but I’m damned if I can stop myself from caring.
But I should.
“Right,” I murmur, shaking my head to myself.
She sighs and takes the few paces needed to make it to me. Her steps are cautious, and my eyes follow her until she’s standing chest-to-chest with me. My heart fucking gallops as I desperately search for the light I know is buried deeply in her eyes. It’s vanished, and I fucking hate myself for chasing it away with my stupid fucking question. She reaches up on her tiptoes, resting her lips on my bristly cheek. Tingles race across my skin. “Thank you,” she murmurs.
The earth moves, and so does my head, catching her lips with mine, my arms pulling her into me. I can’t remember the last time I just kissed a woman. Just kissed her because that’s all I wanted. Just kissed her without it leading anywhere.
I’m gentle. Soft and searching. And it’s fucking blissful. Her body is relaxed, her breasts pushing into my chest, my arms surrounding her. Where has this compulsion come from? This need to indulge in her? To help her. “Why are you here, Raya?”
“The no-strings thing is appealing.”
“Why?”
She breaks away, and I mourn the loss of her warmth sinking through my suit into my skin. “I should go,” she says quietly.
“Do you need a ride anywhere?” Another rule broken. Poof. Gone. But, damn, fuck the rules.
“That’s sweet, but I’m fine.”
Sweet? I’ve been described as many things, but sweet isn’t one. What the fuck? I’m not sweet. I clear my throat, all manly, and she smiles a little, as if privy to my internal manning-up match.
“Bye, Drew.” She turns and I watch her go. She doesn’t look back. I don’t know whether to be glad or devastated.
Chapter 3
As I sit at the conference table on Saturday morning, the voices of my staff are a fuzz of nothing. My mind, god damn my mind, is still at Hux, and my cock, god damn my motherfucking cock, is still buried balls deep inside Raya. Every time I roll my shoulder and feel no pain, I’m back on that bed with her hands all over me. I enjoyed that massage as much as I enjoyed fucking her.