Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Violet looks around, her blue eyes wide as she takes in the massive tanks and the industrial feel of the space. I can see she’s intrigued, and that only makes me feel prouder. I glance over at her, watching her take it all in, and it hits me that bringing her here, letting her into my world, feels right in a way I didn’t expect.
“This place is amazing,” Violet says, her voice full of genuine admiration. She runs a hand lightly over one of the tanks, the cool metal reflecting the soft lighting. “You’ve built something really special here.”
“Thanks,” I say, feeling a warmth in my chest. “It’s been a lot of work, but it’s worth it.”
"Where’s your office, Mr. Bossman?" Violet teases, waggling her eyebrows at me with that playful glint in her eyes. I can’t help but chuckle, the sound rolling through me as she leans into the teasing.
I slide my hands onto her hips, gently guiding her back with me as I start leading her toward my office. "You like being married to the boss, huh?" I say, my voice low as I pull her closer.
"Oh yeah," she replies, her tone dripping with mock-seriousness, though the heat in her gaze is anything but playful. "It’s unbelievably sexy."
I raise an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "Sexy, huh?" I repeat, enjoying the way she’s playing into this.
She nods, her teeth grazing her bottom lip, before she licks them in that slow, deliberate way that drives me crazy. "Yeah," she breathes out, the single word carrying so much weight, so much desire.
I can’t take it anymore. The way she’s looking at me, the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the way she fits so perfectly against me—it’s too much. Before I even think about where we are, I close the distance between us and kiss her. Right here on the brewery floor, in the middle of my domain, with the faint scent of hops and fermentation lingering in the air. The kiss is urgent, fueled by the tension that's been building between us since this morning. I know I’d normally hate this kind of PDA—I'd possibly kill one of my siblings if they did something like this at work—but right now? I couldn’t care less.
Her lips are soft, warm, and they part easily for me. The taste of her, the heat between us… it’s intoxicating. My hands grip her hips tighter, pulling her closer, and she melts into me like she’s been waiting for this just as much as I have. I can feel her fingers weaving into my hair, tugging me closer, deepening the kiss. It’s like the rest of the world falls away, and it’s just us.
When I finally pull back, we’re both breathless, our foreheads pressed together. The soft hum of the brewery feels miles away now, like an afterthought. I look down at her, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss, her eyes heavy with desire, and I know if we stay out here any longer, I won’t be able to stop myself.
Without another word, I take her hand and lead her into my office. The door clicks shut behind us, and I make sure to lock it, sealing us in together. The moment feels charged, like we’re about to cross into something deeper, something more than just a stolen kiss on the brewery floor.
"Now," I murmur, backing her against the desk, "let’s see how much you really like being married to the boss."
She giggles and the soft sound fills the office. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve been wanting to do all morning long.” I push her to where she’s sitting on my desk, and I step between her legs. I kiss the fuck out of my wife, needing her in this moment so badly.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
What am I doing? This is reckless. This isn’t like me at all. However, I can’t help myself. If I don’t get inside my wife, I may not survive.
I keep kissing her, my tongue driving the kiss, making it much more intense than it’s ever been before. She moans against me, her legs encasing me, her fingers pulling through my hair.
“What if we get caught?” she asks, breaking the kiss.
“I guess the boss will have to punish us.”
She smiles wide. “How?”
I glance up at the ceiling, like I’m pretending to think of a punishment, but then I gaze at her, smiling. “Maybe he’d spank you for being so naughty.”
Her eyes light up. “Oh, really?”
I nod. “Definitely.” I move away from her, sitting in my chair. “Come here,” I tell her.
She walks over to me, and I spin her around, to where her ass is in my face. I pull her across my lap, running my fingers over the swell of her ass.
“Apologize,” I tell her.