Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“Where are we going?” she asks earnestly.
“Away from whoever is about to step off that car and force us to be cordial before it’s necessary,” I inform her, turning us down a hallway. “And to an office where you can make calls in private.”
“Shouldn’t we update Maria?”
“Maria’s changing clothes,” I say. “And we don’t have an update.” I cut us down yet another hallway.
“I know,” she says, “but—”
I stop walking, turn her to face me, my hand sliding under her hair, my mouth slanting over her mouth. Her hand presses to my chest, her body stiff until the moment my tongue licks against hers. A soft, sexy sound escapes her lips and her elbow softens, but the air conditioning kicks in and she jumps.
She gasps and pulls back. “We have to stop,” she pants out, her hand firming on my chest again, elbow stiff. “Someone is going to see us.”
By the time she’s finished that statement, I’ve backed her to a door, opened it, and I’m walking us inside. “Now they can’t see us,” I say, shutting us inside and flipping the lock.
“Cat will look for us.”
“I just want a little taste, sweetheart,” I say, my hand sliding under her hair, one of my elevator fantasies presently on my mind, “and then I promise to share you for a few hours,” I add, my mouth slanting over hers again, and this time her resistance lasts a split second. She outright moans with the touch of my tongue, and that’s all I need to deepen the kiss, the taste of her deliciously sweet and addictive, exactly what I’m after. I back her up against the desk and drag her dress up her hips. She grabs my hands. “Cole,” she breaths out. “We can’t do this.”
I lift her and set her on the desk. “But I can do this,” I say, kissing her hard and fast, before I drop to my knees, spread her legs, and yank away her panties. She gasps—God I love the sounds this woman makes—and then my mouth is already there, on her sex, my tongue licking her up and down, the taste of her salty and sweet, and once again, addictive. I can’t get enough of this woman on my tongue, on my lips, or on my cock where I’ll finally have her when we’re alone. I drag her legs to my shoulders, forcing her to catch her hands on the desk, while I slip one, and then two fingers inside her. She moans, and pants, and my name murmurs from her lips. I want to hear my name on this woman’s lips over and over again, I lick her, stroke her; I torment her with pleasure just long enough to drive her wild, to drive her to the edge until she’s panting out, a raspy, “Cole, please.”
And since she said please, how can I deny her? I give her what she wants and needs. I dart my tongue across her clit, before I suckle her deep, pumping my fingers inside her until she’s arched against the touch, her sweet tight sex spasming around my fingers. Her entire body jerks and then begins to tremble with her breathless, “Cole,” that fades and her arms collapse.
Only then do I ease my fingers from her and slide her legs from my shoulders. I slip my arm around her waist, and lift her up and to me. She catches herself with a hand on my chest. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she says, her head low, a hint of vulnerability and sweetness to her that I find sexy as hell.
“I can’t believe that I didn’t do that the day you walked into my office the first time.”
“You’re my boss,” she says, but this time it doesn’t read like an objection.
I cup her face and force her gaze to mine. “Does that turn you on?”
“I’m not telling you that I’m turned on by you being my boss.”
“Why not? It’s me. It’s us.”
“There is no us.”
“Isn’t there?” I challenge.
“No,” she says, “because, damn you, you are my boss.” She motions to the room. “And we’re doing this in some person’s office, which proves what a horrible, horrible influence you are. What are you doing to me?”
“Nothing you aren’t doing to me, Lori.”
“Then what are we doing?”
Her cell phone rings. “The cupcakes,” she says, twisting around to try to locate her phone, grabbing it somewhere behind her to answer the call. “Hello, Mr. White?” She scoots forward on the desk and I help her down, easing her skirt over her hips as she continues on her call with, “Yes. Yes. Two hundred, and coffee with condiments. Perfect. Credit card. Right.” She turns and starts hunting for it.
I find it on the floor and snatch it up, offering it to her. She accepts it while I lean in and kiss her, a quick, deep slide of tongue, letting her taste herself on my lips. When our lips part, and I pull back, she gives me this sexy, doe-eyed look that makes me want to pull her skirt up again.