Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
One arm is wrapped around the backs of my thighs to hold me in place but the other is free and he lands a solid slap to my ass. I let out a yip and then immediately flush from the memories of him using his hand on my ass last night. God it was good. Him drilling into me from behind, slapping me at intermittent and random times so I never knew when it was coming. I actually came after one of his slaps, but in fairness, I think it also had something to do with his thick cock plunging in so deep I felt it in my dreams that night.
Erik marches right up the stairs with me and I get a little dizzy as I hang upside down over his back. It’s no surprise he heads right into his bedroom and tosses me onto the bed. Before I can even right myself, his hands are at my bathing suit. I can’t even think to touch him in return or make a grab for his clothes before he’s pushing me back and pressing his face between my legs.
I arch into him and moan, “Oh…Erik…oh, wow.”
He chuckles and it vibrates straight through my core. He adds his fingers—one, then two and when he stuffs in a third I start to lose my fucking mind. Mouth on my clit, half his goddamn hand pumping in and out of me and my entire body contracts tight, before it explodes.
Holy shit I’ve never come that fast in my life, and the strength of it has me screaming his name so loud, his head pops up so he can look at me. His fingers still work me from the inside but his expression is troubled. “Are you okay?”
“No,” I gasp as I shake my head.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks as he pulls his hand out from between my legs, and my entire body shudders from the sensation.
“God, no,” I rasp as I come to my elbows and look at him with bleary eyes. “It’s just…I’ve never come that fast before. What was that…like maybe ten seconds or something?”
Erik smirks at me and I swear puffs his chest out a little. “Maybe more like thirty to forty seconds, but I agree…that was fucking fast. Never seen that happen before.”
“That was bananas,” I murmur in bewilderment. “There was no buildup. Just…damn that felt good, and then damn…I’m coming.”
Laughing, Erik crawls up my body and kisses me. He tastes like me and fast orgasms and I let him push me back down to the mattress. But he does nothing more than roll to my side and rest his head in his hand to look down at me. “I expect you to be giving notice to whoever it is you work that charter service for, okay?”
“Um…okay.”
“Like, I mean you call them today,” he presses.
My uncertain smile turns into a glare. “You’re not the boss of me.”
“That’s not how it played out last night when you were yelling, ‘Spank me harder, baby,’ ” he chortles and I slap him in the chest with a huff. But he’s really right about that. I would have done anything he asked of me last night.
“What did you mean when you said ‘that son of a bitch’ gave me a raise too,” I ask him.
“Nothing,” he says quickly.
Too quickly.
“Erik,” I drawl, lacing enough warning in my voice I expect him to be honest with me.
His face clouds for a moment but then he sighs, almost regretfully. “Look…I emailed the organization just saying that I thought the flight attendants needed raises.”
I hazard a guess. “Meaning you thought I needed a raise.”
“Well, yeah. I didn’t want you having to work a job that took you away from Billy and where old men could grope you.”
I consider this for a mere moment before I give him a soft smile. “That was sweet. Thank you. It was more than I could have ever expected and yes, I’ll quit that other job. I’ll call today.”
“Thank you,” he says, leaning into me for a kiss. It’s a good one…tender and possessive, with a tiny, gentle bite to my lower lip before he releases me. Somehow my lip is miraculously connected to my pussy, because it contracts when he does that.
Which means I need him naked right now.
“I may have interfered in your life a bit more,” Erik says and I freeze, my hand a few inches from the button to his jeans.
“How so?”
“Well, the meeting this morning was with Dominik Carlson. It was about that sexual harassment lawsuit.”
I nod in recognition. Everyone knows about the lawsuit because it was hot news on all the major sporting news sources when it happened.
“After the meeting, Dominik asked me to stay behind. He confronted me about the email asking for a raise for you ladies, and then we started talking about you in particular.”