Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“You should probably call your house. Let them know you’re okay,” he laughs. “Or just let your sister know about the delay.”
I slide out of my boots, avoiding the puddle they’ve made on the floor, as I step over his mess, and him, making my way to the phone on his desk.
“Dial 9 first,” he slides over so I can get past, his hand suddenly making its way up and under the bottom of my pants, wrapping around my ankle. I pick up the phone as his fingers start rubbing my bare skin, a steady stream of energy shooting to my center. I watch him as I talk, his wicked smile making me grin.
We have all this extra time together now.
Mom was worried. I guess I was already gone by the time Gracie squealed in delight over the delay. She grills me if the school is empty, if it’s safe, but I assure her I’m fine, that some teacher’s are already here, and she relaxes.
I hang up, noticing yet another box on his desk. Geez is it messy in here!
“You brought in Scrabble?” I laugh, turning back, looking down at him still on the floor.
“No, that’s the trash,” he moves a bunch of wrapping over, making room for me to sit on the floor with him. “I found it while going through the cabinets.”
“Oh, don’t throw it out!” I grab it out of the box and study it. It looks barely used.
“You want to play board games?” He chuckles, and I throw the game onto the island. It lands with a bang and I turn back to him.
“Why, scared you’ll loose?” I tease.
He pulls me down and I fall onto his lap, giggling.
“That sound does crazy things to me,” he admits. I turn my face to his, biting my lip. He watches intently as his thumb lightly tugs on my lower lip, moving it away from my upper teeth. He leaves it there as he kisses me, gently and leisurely.
I undo his sweater, sliding the fabric off his shoulders and down his bare arms, feeling his hard muscles. His white Led Zeppelin t-shirt makes me giggle again, because I have the same one.
He sighs heavily and turns me around, resting his head on my shoulder as he drags me towards him, closer to his chest, his bulge pressing against my lower back.
I sit quietly, watching as he starts toying with the metal objects in front of us. He takes them out of their containers; discarding some of the boxes to the one side, while placing them back in others and shoving them in the opposite direction.
He reads hand-written messages that are included with some of them; letting me know each time he commissioned someone to build this specific part and why. He tries to hide each invoice he pulls out, but I see the insane numbers, wondering just how he has that much extra money lying around. He says most of it is grants, but I can’t help but wonder about the rest.
Every now and then his fingers lightly graze my sides, or legs, or chest, and he’ll place a kiss on my cheek as he explains what part of the small robot each specific object is for, his voice full of wonder at his wild idea. My heart thrashes in my chest as I lean back against him, because this feeling I have right now, is the most genuine, most wonderful I’ve ever felt.
I remove his hands from around me and stand. He looks up questioningly, as I unbutton my pants, sliding them down and off me. I see his hard swallow; his eyes ravenous as they travel up and down my now bare legs. I pull my shirt off in one swift motion, exposing my stomach and bra. He starts to protest, questioning what I’m doing, but my underwear has already landed on the floor and I’m unclasping my bra, letting it fall in front of us too.
It lands on his lap.
His mouth falls open, he’s rendered speechless, no more words or objections, nothing but air coming out of him now. He stands too, my bra sliding off of him, falling carelessly into one of the open boxes, his eyes still wandering over me, everywhere.
I’m completely naked in front of him now, breathing heavily as the harsh office light blares down on me, exposed.
“What are you thinking?” My whispering voice croaks.
“That you’re an angel,” he breathes. “And how badly I want you… to fuck you.” His eyes meet mine.
“Then do it.”
He smiles sheepishly, looking down at the floor. I kick a box away and shove his chest. He’s like putty, easily falling back into his desk chair behind him.
“Are you on the pill?” He sounds like he has a lump in his throat, like he can’t believe this is going to happen. “I don’t have any protection.”