Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
As he closed the distance between us, I panicked and headed for the stairs. Taking off my heels, I broke out into a run the moment I was concealed inside the stairwell. I was already two flights down by the time he reached the upper landing.
“Eddie, get back here.”
I stopped a moment to stare up at him but didn’t trust myself to speak. I just put my head back down and continued to run down the stairs.
When I burst out of the building, I paused just long enough to put my shoes back on. It was my intention to head directly to the subway but I was stopped by a uniformed police officer. “Are you Edwina Carmichael?”
My heart skipped a beat.
Holy hell.
Had he actually sent the police after me?
The cop stared at me. “Miss? Are you Eddie Carmichael?”
Tossing a look over my shoulder, I realized I had no choice but to respond. “Yes, Officer. Is there a problem?”
He stretched out his arm to block my path in that supposedly non-threatening manner cops are taught to corral a person without touching them. “I’m going to need you to come with me.”
I squared my shoulders. “I know my rights. Am I being charged with something?”
The officer frowned and then gave a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry, Miss. There must be a misunderstanding. You’re not in trouble.”
Still on guard, I asked, “Then what is this about?”
He gestured with his head. “DA Astrid radioed down that you were exiting the building and heading to the subway, unaware that he had arranged for the car service.”
Again, I looked behind me, then stretched my neck back to stare up at the cold, blank windows of the office building. Was he standing in front of one of those windows watching me? Or was he still in pursuit?
“Thank you, Officer, but I’ll just take the subway.”
Again he gently blocked my path. “Sorry, Miss. Orders are orders. I hope you understand. It is your safety that DA Astrid is concerned about, after all.”
I wasn’t going to stand and argue the point. “Fine.”
Pivoting on my heel, I headed toward the black sedan where a driver was already standing at attention, ready to open the back passenger-side door.
Before I could enter, another police officer joined us. He was holding out a large, folded wool coat. “One moment, Miss Carmichael. DA Astrid said you forgot your coat.”
His coat.
Again, I looked up at the dark windows above me. Their reflection only showed the facades of the surrounding buildings without giving a hint of who may be on the other side. Staring down.
As much as I wanted to toss the coat onto the dirty sidewalk, I didn’t want to cause a scene. So I took it with a tight smile of gratitude before stepping into the car.
I refused to think about what had just happened the entire ride to my building.
It wasn’t until I was safely in my apartment that I finally collapsed onto my mattress and curled into a ball.
My clothes smelled like his cologne.
I had fucked my boss.
My soon-to-be-married boss.
No, worse than that. If I had only just fucked him that would be bad enough, but what we had done wasn’t just sex. It was an intense, world-rocking, mind-blowing experience.
The way he forced me to submit to his demands.
How he pried my legs open and licked me as if I were his last meal, giving me the best orgasm of my life.
Then the way he spanked me. Each humiliating strike of his hand causing a rush of hot heat over my skin and between my legs.
The feel of his hand covering my mouth as he punished my pussy with the size of his cock and the brute violence of his thrusts. Thank God he’d prevented me from crying out. If he hadn’t, I wasn’t sure I would have been able to stop myself from begging him to spank me harder, to fuck me harder, to take me harder.
The flicking of his tongue over my clit, and how I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from crying out filthy, taboo words in pleasure.
That I wanted him to dominate me. That I relished the way he forced me to submit.
That I wanted the sting against my scalp as he grabbed my hair while he thrust in deep.
That I wanted him to hold me down even as I fought him.
That I wanted to be his dirty whore, if only to hear him call me his good girl afterward.
I quit.
Two words.
My only choice.
No one survived staying that close to a fire without burning to ash.
CHAPTER 17
HARRISON
I quit.
Just two words.
The greatest sexual experience of my life and that was all she had to say.
I quit.
It was unacceptable of course. She wasn’t allowed to quit.
I wouldn’t let her.
After assuring my driver took her home and that the usual two car police surveillance was on her apartment, I’d resigned myself to giving her one day off.