Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Who could blame you? It is massive.” He smirks and takes a pull on his cigarette. “And, just so you know, Speedy, I only want you for your big tits and tight pussy.”
“Jerk.” I narrow my eyes at him, my lips fighting a smile.
“And your smart, argumentative, nonstop-talking mouth.” He covers my lips with his, softly kissing me, making my stomach flip. “And just…you. I kinda like you. A lot.”
My heart beats double time in my chest.
“Good. ’Cause I kinda like you a lot, too.”
I snuggle back into him, my insides glowing with joy as I enjoy the warmth of his hard body. And the gentle sounds of the city below. The burn of his cigarette each time he takes a drag. The way he exhales the smoke.
“We do need to think about how this is going to work though.” His voice cuts through the silence.
“How what’s going to work?”
He takes one last pull on his cigarette and then stubs it out. “You and me. And the fact that I won’t fuck you while you work for me.”
I sit up and turn in his lap, straddling him. His hands grip my hips.
“Okay. But I don’t work for you anymore, remember?”
He frowns. “I won’t have you jobless just so I can fuck you.”
“Isn’t that my decision to make?”
“No. It’s our decision to make.”
Our.
I like the sound of that.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I want this—whatever’s happening between us—to keep happening. So, if that means I can no longer work for you, then that’s the way it has to be.”
“What will you do for money?”
“I’ll be fine. I have some savings that I can use until I get another job.”
He rubs his forehead, looking frustrated. “I don’t want you using your savings, Speedy.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not.” He tips his head back, eyes going to the sky, and sighs. “It’s just…I can’t fuck you while you’re my employee. But I don’t know how not to fuck you.” He looks at me, eyes filled with turmoil. “I want you all the fucking time.”
A shiver runs down my spine. “And I want you, too. So, I’ll find another job and move out of your place.”
“No fucking way.” His head snaps back down. “You’re not sleeping in your shitty car just so we can keep screwing.”
“My car is not shitty. And I wasn’t suggesting sleeping in my car. I’ll find another place to live.”
“And how are you going to do that with no job?”
“I don’t know.” I sigh. “But I’ll figure it out. It’s my problem to fix, Gabe.”
The look that flickers over his face tells me he doesn’t agree with that statement. “I’m fucking you, so that makes you mine. And any problem of yours is mine to fix.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. And, while we’re at it, while we’re sleeping together, you’re not fucking anyone else. Got it?”
Ha! Like I’m so interested in sleeping with anyone else.
“Goes both ways,” I tell him.
He laughs dryly. “Yeah, like I want to fuck anyone else. We’re in this position because the only person I want to be inside of is you.”
Holy shivers.
“Well, that’s sorted then.”
“That might be sorted, but your job problem isn’t.”
“Gabe”—I sigh—“it’ll be fine.”
“I want you to work for me again.”
Now, I’m the one frowning. “No.”
“Look, just listen…I want you to work for me. But I won’t pay you a salary. I’ll just pay you an hourly rate. So, you work for me during the day, and we keep our hands off each other during that time, purely platonic. Boss and employee. And then, when you clock off at night…”
“I get off the clock and onto your cock.”
Laughter bursts from him. “That’s one way of putting it. So, what do you think?”
I tap my finger to my lips. “Will that work for you though? Because, even when you’re not paying me, technically, you’ll still be my boss.”
“I can live with that. So long as we’re screwing off the clock.”
I smile. “Okay then. I accept your proposition to have sex off the clock.”
He grins seductively. “And you keep living here.”
“Yes.”
“And sleeping in my bed.”
“Yes, Gabe.” I lean in and press my lips to his, silencing him.
His fingers slide into my hair, his mouth humming a sound of appreciation.
The kiss quickly deepens into something more.
“I want you,” he says against my mouth.
“You already have me.”
And he does. He has all of me.
“You look good in my shirt,” he murmurs. “But I prefer you out of it.”
His hands find the hem of his T-shirt, and he pulls it over my head.
“No bra. I like.” He runs his finger between my cleavage. “New house rule: No bras will be worn in the apartment.”
“That go for working hours?”
His eyes meet mine, a dirty glint in them. “Definitely.”
“You sure? I know how easily you get distracted by my girls.”
“Um, I think you’ll find they’re mine now.” He cups my breasts in his hands and lazily rubs his thumbs over my nipples.