Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Now he catches my upper arms, the only touch between us, when he asks, “Do you want me to lick your pussy, Bella?”
I can feel the rush of heat to my cheeks. “Can you just stop talking, please?”
“Please is a good word,” he says. “But not the word I want right now. Say it. Tyler, I want you to lick my pussy."
“No,” I say, appalled, and the minute I say the word and with force, I know it’s a mistake.
“Now you understand how to use that word.” His hands fall away from me, and he steps backward.
My heart thunders in my chest and I grab the lapels of his suit, halting his departure, my naked breasts between us. “No, I don’t want to say it. Yes, I want…” I wet my lips.
He arches a brow. “You want what?”
“Why must I say it?” I plead.
“Why can’t you say it?” he counters, and his hands settle on my hips, his body crowding mine, his powerful legs framing mine as he presses me back against the door.
I know the answer to his question, of course. Those words he wants me to speak feel dirty and awkward, unnatural to me, though I also admit that on some level he’s offering me a naughty escape from the good girl me. But he is also not a stranger, and a stranger who I could play naughty with and then disappear would be empowering. Instead, he is my boss, who I will see tomorrow morning if I even still have a job. Maybe I’m fooling myself into thinking I’m not proving to him I will use sex to get what I want.
Only all I really want is him, and at present, his mouth.
He lowers himself to his knees and leans in and licks my clit. I gasp all over again, sensations twisting and turning inside me. His eyes lift to mine. “Say it, baby,” he says softly and there is the tiniest hint of tenderness in his voice, a reminder that we are more than this moment. “It’s just you and me and it goes nowhere else. Say it and I promise you one hell of an orgasm.”
I can feel myself soften like his words, and ease into the idea of being a bit more daring than I know myself to be, though, in contrast, my fingers curl into my palms. “I want…” I pant out a breath and rush through the entire sentence before I can stop myself, “I want you to lick my pussy.”
His lips curve, his eyes burning with satisfaction, but there is no shame or embarrassment in me to follow. He doesn’t give me time for such unimportant things. He licks my clit, twirling it, and then he’s gently suckling me. And then his mouth comes down over me.
“Oh,” I whisper, giving myself to the sensation of this intimacy, letting my head fall back against the wall.
And then he is licking me in what I can only call a merciless exploration, creating an overload of sensations. The flicking of his thumb on my clit, his tongue sliding left and right, and all over me. His big fingers pressing inside me, stretching me. I can hear the rasp of my heavy breathing, but I have no will to calm any of my reactions to what I feel, what he is making me feel.
My own fingers uncurl from my palm and one hand finds his shoulder, the other his head, but doesn’t stay there long. He lifts my leg, pulling it over his shoulder, and the act presses me onto the door again. The position steals all control from me, locked into position, at the mercy of his tongue and fingers, as they stroke me, driving me wild. Blood roars in my ears and I am lost to all of the wicked things he is doing to me. No, I’m done in by it all. My sex clenches with an intense spasm and from there I tumble into the sweet bliss of release. Remotely, I can hear my own moans and my panting, but I’m beyond holding back anything from Tyler. I quake and quake some more until I collapse into a sated pile of nothing but bones and skin.
I barely register the moment Tyler sets my leg on the ground, nor the moment he stands up. He cups my face and reality zips right back into place. His mouth slants over my mouth, the sweet and yet salty taste of me flavoring my tongue. When I am certain there is more to come, he pulls back and asks, “Can you taste me on your lips, baby?”
I draw a breath because something has shifted in him—his energy and his tone reading darker.
He pulls my bra up and zips my dress before he slides my skirt down. “That’s proof you don’t know how to say no.” He steps away from me and walks behind his desk while I stand there shell-shocked. Was this a game to him? A lesson like I’m a schoolgirl that needs tutoring? “Eight AM for the chat about Dash’s Hollywood deal,” he instructs. “I only have thirty minutes. I have an off-site meeting.” With that, I am dismissed. “Go home.”