Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
My grin is wide as I lock my fingers together at her lower back and pull her body to my own. “No underwear, huh? I think that sounds like a brilliant idea.”
Marley rolls her eyes. “I’m not that brazen, Mr. Morrison,” she teases, sending all my blood straight to my cock.
“No? That gold lace thong I saw you walking around in my penthouse this morning says otherwise, Miss Smith.”
She shrugs. “I have to have at least something to cover myself up with.”
“I think tomorrow you go without. I’ll have Jane add you to my schedule around lunch and when you walk in, I’ll know you’re not wearing panties. Then I can just eat you for my meal.”
A shiver sweeps through her body. “You’re a naughty boy.”
“Only when it comes to you, cherie.” I place a kiss on her forehead and, unfortunately, release my hold on her. As much as I’d love to kiss on her all day, there is an actual reason for this meeting. I guess my lips—and my cock—will have to wait until later.
Thirty minutes later, we approve the ads we both like, and she sends the two we want to tweak back off to our graphic designer. I glance at the clock, realizing our time is coming to an end. I have another meeting scheduled directly after this one, so there’s no time for the mini make-out session I was hoping for.
As Marley gathers her notes and designs, I say, “Have dinner with me tonight. We’ll order room service and eat naked.”
She arches an eyebrow in question and smiles. “I hope we’re not eating anything messy.”
“Oh, I do,” I state, just as my phone buzzes. “Yes, Jane?”
“Mr. Roman and Mr. Phillips are here, sir.”
“I’ll be out in just a moment,” I reply, turning off the speaker. Moving around to where she was seated, I pull her into my arms once more and kiss her lips. “Why don’t you just go up to my place when you’re done with work,” I suggest, loving the idea of finding Marley upstairs, in my space, when I’m finished working at the end of the day.
“I really should run home and grab some fresh clothes. I can be back here by six thirty,” she counters. Even though I want to argue, tell her it would just be easier if she moved all her stuff into my place, I keep my mouth shut. We’ve only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks, and the last thing I want to do is push too hard, too fast.
“All right. Use my elevator when you get here. I’ll have dinner brought up around seven.”
“Sounds good. See you later,” she says, leaning up on her tiptoes and kissing me one last time.
“Looking forward to it,” I reply, finally letting her go.
I walk her to the door, disengage the lock, and I slip back into professional CEO mode. “Thank you, Miss Smith. I look forward to seeing the finished product.” Then, I turn my attention away from the woman I’m quickly falling for and toward the two men seated in the waiting area. Marley visits with Jane for just a few seconds before slipping from my office and leaving me to work.
Yet, even as I discuss a possible future joint business venture with the two men in my office, Marley is never too far from my mind. The funny part is, I don’t seem to care. She’s not a distraction.
She’s everything.
It’s just after six when I finally head up to the penthouse. I was able to wrap up business a little after five, and since Marley isn’t expected until closer to six thirty, I decided to head down to the gym for a bit. I’m thoroughly sweaty, my legs a little achy from the extra two miles I ran, but nothing a good hot shower won’t cure. Besides, my girl is gonna be here soon.
When the elevator door opens, I instantly smile. Soft music plays from somewhere within the apartment, and rose petals are on the floor leading through the living room and toward the open bedroom door. I toss my bag onto the couch and make my way to where Marley is. Apparently, she changed her mind about her arrival time.
Best surprise ever.
I chastise myself for not bringing clean clothes down to the gym with me and showering there, but on the bright side, that means Marley can join me in the large, jetted shower, something I’ve been dreaming about for the better part of a week.
“This is a welcome surprise,” I say as I approach the doorway. “I’ve been thinking about the taste of your pussy all damn day.”
“I’m so glad.”
The voice.
It startles me. Standing in the doorway of my bedroom, I realize it’s not the voice I expect to hear. In fact, it’s not Marley lying on my bed. It’s Jeanie. She’s wearing a black and red negligee that leaves little to the imagination and looking at me like I’m her next meal.