Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
"That was..." She trails off.
"Yeah." I reply, at a similar loss for words.
She laughs as she stands up, wincing slightly.
"Are you ok?"
"Fine, just...you know." I smile at her as she straightens her skirt.
“Sorry, that happens sometimes, what with my monster cock.” I laugh as she rolls her eyes.
“And he’s back. Lucky for you I love it rough…and that is not a monster, it’s a little teddy bear.” She winks at me and I can feel my cock starting to ready itself for round two. Jesus Christ! What is wrong with me?! She winked. I don't know what the hell she does to me, but she's like some sort of non-chemical Viagra.
I dispose of the condom and pull up my boxers and trousers.
“Here.” She perches on my lap and buttons my shirt, working her fingers downward until she’s done. She then retrieves my tie, lifting my collar to place it around my neck. She ties a perfect Windsor knot before folding the collar back down. She kisses me quickly and then stands
“Well, as much as I would love to go for round two…” She checks her watch. “It’s nearly four fifteen, and I have a meeting in Covent Garden in twenty minutes.”
I smile at her. “I’ll drive you. I’m going that way.” I wasn’t really going that way as such, and I don’t know why I so rashly offered to drive her, but I suddenly don’t want her to leave. I’ll take an extra twenty minutes with her. It’s only a small detour to Covent Garden, and who knows I may just grow a vagina on the way.
"It's okay, you don't have to." She replies.
"Its fine, like I said, I'm going that way."
“Um, well okay. Thank you.” She offers me a small smile.
She grabs her handbag and briefcase and heads out the door. I follow her along the corridor to the elevator. She presses the call button and we wait. I glance over my shoulder to see the receptionist from earlier staring open mouthed at our backs. She quickly drops her gaze when she sees me look toward her. I glance at Lilly who has pressed her lips firmly together in an attempt to supress a smile.
The elevator arrives and we step inside. Lilly leans casually against the hand rail in the corner of the elevator looking very relaxed. She possesses a steady confidence and self-assuredness that I’ve never witnessed in her before, or any other woman for that matter. I stare at her, assessing her mood. Last time we had sex she completely blanked me afterward. Today she seems almost happy. I suppose that is the desired effect, always good to know you’re doing it right. She notices my scrutiny and smiles sweetly at me, blushing a delicate shade of pink.
“What?” She tilts her head.
I smile and shake my head. “I’m just admiring your seemingly good mood. You’re normally a bit of a bitch, no offense.” I wink at her.
She rolls her eyes. “That’s because you usually antagonise me.”
“I don’t antagonise you. I pursue you. There’s a difference.”
“Really?” She’s sarcastic.
“Clearly I need to brush up on my skills. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m a stalker. I have reputation to uphold.” I smirk.
She rolls her eyes. ”I’ll do my best not to tarnish your ladies man rep.” The doors open and she strides into the lobby, me trailing along behind her and out the front where James is waiting in the car.
"We're stopping off at Covent garden James." I say to him.
"Henrietta Street." Lilly elaborates as she settles into her seat.
I watch her as she gazes out of the window. She’s like this conundrum that I can’t work out. I don’t even know why I want to work her out! Fucking hell I’m officially becoming a pussy. This girl is driving me insane.
“So does no getting to know you mean I can’t ask you out to dinner?” I smile in an attempt to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere in the car.
She frowns and her features harden. "No. No dinner, no dates. I'll make it clear for you right now. I don't do relationships, dates and dinners are a relationship thing. Just sex." She stares me down. Something about the way she says it makes me pay attention. She's almost panicked by the idea. I can't say I'm not happy about it though. I'm starting to wonder if there is a god and he manufactured this woman just for me.
"Neither do I." I smile at her. "But most women at least expect dinner." I raise an eyebrow at her.
She leans closer to me and presses her lips to mine, tracing my lower lip with her tongue. "I'm not most women." Christ, no shit. "All I expect from you hot stuff...is an orgasm." She whispers against my lips and I groan as my cock twitches.