Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“I just came back from Napa. Thought I would stop by.” She leaned into me and kissed each of my cheeks.
I did the same back to her. “How was it?” I leaned against the desk and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Beautiful. There’s no comparison to Tuscany but it’s still something worth looking at.” Jasmine was a researcher for my company. She took an extended leave of absence to gather information from around the world. Wine was California’s biggest commodity and she spent a great deal of time there.
“And what did you learn?”
“A lot, actually.” She pulled the folder out of her purse and set it on my desk. “It’s a lot to read so I can just tell you everything over some dinner and wine.” She came closer to me and rested her arms on my biceps.
Jasmine and I were fucking before she left. She enjoyed my playroom and the way I spanked her. She did what I asked without hesitation so she was around for a few months. When she left I ended the arrangement and moved on. Just because she was here didn’t mean I wanted to pick up where we left off. When I walked away from someone I never came back. It was just how I was. “I’m tied up at the moment. I’ll give this a read when I get a chance.” I evaded her proximity and returned to my place behind the desk, keeping the large assembly of wood between us. “Thank you for your journey. I hoped you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did. But I did miss home.” She approached the edge of the desk and slightly leaned forward, exposing her cleavage line.
“Thank you for stopping by. I should get back to work.” I politely dismissed her, wanting to remove myself from the awkward situation. She was dropping subtle hints left and right. But my hints of indifferent weren’t so subtle.
“Busy man. I know how that goes...” She trailed back to the door and gave me a friendly wave before she walked.
All I gave her was a nod.
***
Button snuck up on me.
She pleased me sexually and satisfied my insatiable appetite. She did the dirtiest things to me, begging me to spank her when I fucked her from behind. I took her everywhere, in my bed, the shower, and even in the pool.
Her jar filled up quickly. Without realizing how much sex we were having, she added an additional sixty buttons to the jar.
That was too many for me to feel comfortable. She was nearly halfway finished with her sentence. If she kept going at this rate she would be out of here in no time.
And that was bad news for me.
I had to slow down the awesome sex she was giving me or I had to work for buttons. Since the first option simply wasn’t possible, I had to go for the second one. I had to deplete that jar before it became any fuller. It required unorthodox acts on my part but I was willing to compromise to keep her around.
I walked into her bedroom one evening and saw her reading by the fire. An Italian dictionary was on the ground and she was making notes. She wore an evening dress, satin pink with black bows. It was something Lars picked out for her.
She looked up when she realized she wasn’t alone. “Hey.”
My eyes immediately went to her ass, which peeked out slightly. I swallowed the lump in my throat before I came closer. I kneeled on the rug beside her, the flames just a few feet away.
She sat up and closed her book. Her face was free of make up because she was ready for bed but she still looked stunning. Her hair was in loose curls from styling that morning. Now they were coming undone, making her hair wavy.
She watched me with an unreadable expression, trying to determine exactly what I wanted without asking. She wasn’t impulsive like most people I knew. She carefully considered her options before she made a move. She was manipulative and observant.
I eyed the jar on the table and took our ten buttons. I held them in my palm so she could see the number before I dropped them into my pocket. “I’m at your command.”
Her eyes darkened at my words, the fire erupting inside her when I gave her the control—even if it was momentarily. She considered her options before she found an answer. “Are we near the beach?”
The question caught me by surprise. It was the last thing I expected her to say. “Thirty minutes away. Why?”
“I want to go there for the day. I want to have lunch and dinner, and then I want to come back here and have really good sex.” She told me exactly what she wanted without beating around the bush. She wanted my presence for an entire day for a romantic getaway.