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)
I wanted her not because of some savior complex but because, despite the differences in our backgrounds, careers, ages, and everything in her, I had found my equal.
I have had peers before, I’ve had colleagues and mentors I’ve admired, but I had never had someone in my life that I saw as my equal in every way that mattered.
Maybe this was all timing.
Maybe it was because she walked into my office bathroom at a time when I was feeling out of control, and I reached for something that was there.
Maybe this was just an infatuation that would burn out in time.
I didn’t know.
There was no way for me to know because this had never happened before.
But I needed to find out.
Every fiber of my being screamed to not let this woman walk out of my life. So no matter the danger and obstacles, I was willing to take a risk and claim her as my own.
That didn’t mean she was.
If she said no, then that was that. I would respect her decision.
I had no idea how I was going to, but I would at the very least try.
Because I truly respected her, I meant it when I said the apartment was hers to use, and it was not conditional. The references I was prepared to give her for law school or any job she wanted were not conditional either. It would be a crime to deprive the legal world of her mind. There was no way, no matter how this ended, that I would do less than everything in my power to help her career, not hinder it.
She took a small step back and looked up at me, her hair wild from sleep, her lips kiss-bruised and slightly open as her breath came out in tiny little pants. Her eyes shone a brilliant green as they stared back at me, her pupils blown wide. She might have more control than I did. She might have possessed a greater ability to keep her hormones in check than I did, but she was just as affected by me as I was by her.
I cupped her face. “You need to understand. I’m aware of the risks and I don’t give a damn. For the first time in my life, I’ve found something, someone, who is worth more to me than my career. You. And I—”
This time, she was the one to cut off my words with a kiss.
She took one step toward me, reached out, laced her fingers in my hair, and yanked me down so my lips met hers.
My hands went to her hips and I pulled her up, her legs wrapping around my middle. I walked us to the wall, pressing her body against the drywall so she could brace herself against it while my hands ran down her body over her clothes, from her breasts to her waist.
I wanted to strip her bare, devour every inch of her body. I couldn’t, not in here. It was too cold, and the open doorway exposed us to anyone walking down the hallway. I wouldn’t make her uncomfortable just to satiate my own carnal desire.
“I need to hear you say it,” I said, running my mouth up the slender column of her neck.
“Say what,” she breathed.
I licked the outer shell of her ear before nipping her earlobe with my teeth. “I need to hear you say that you want this as much as I do.”
I was about to let her go when she slid her fingers through my hair again and pulled me closer. “Fuck the risks.”
I sealed my lips over hers again, and I knew I should have gotten her out of here. I knew I should have been a gentleman and waited, but I needed her more than I needed to breathe.
Waiting until we got to the other apartment, or even to the car, wasn’t an option I was willing to entertain.
I dropped her feet to the floor and turned her around, pushing her against the wall and pressing my body to hers.
She was still wearing the same clothes she’d had on at work, and I loved it. The cute pencil skirt, the professional-looking, white, fitted button-down, now a little wrinkled and disheveled from sleep.
It reminded me of what she was like when I took her in the office.
It was taboo and forbidden, and it made me want her more.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I whispered in her ear. “I’m going to lift this skirt, and I’m going to fuck you against this wall hard and fast. It won’t be sweet or gentle. I’m going to fuck you like the bad girl you are, and you are going to take it. When I fill you with my come, you’re going to pull this skirt down, straighten your top, and march that sweet ass downstairs and get in the car. Do you understand me?”