Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
I flip her around suddenly, and push her back so she bends over and sprawls her torso on the desk top. She gasps again when I jerk her hips up and tear away her panties, revealing her lily-white ass and puffy pink pussy lips. “You are so fucking beautiful, baby.” I spank each cheek and my dick leaks cum at her whimper and the way she pushes her ass back, asking for more. “Fucking perfect for me,” I murmur as I free my cock. I line up my dick and drive all the way inside until my balls slap against her. I pull back and plow in, smacking her ass at the same time. After a few more thrusts and slaps, I grasp her hips and hold her steady as I begin to pound in and out. Her moans become louder and start to escalate to cries, so I quickly cover her mouth with one hand, muffling her scream as she splinters apart. Somehow, I manage to keep from shouting as I come, releasing only a low, guttural groan.
It takes a few minutes for both of us to recover and I’m just pulling out of her warmth when there’s a knock at the door. Colette jumps with a yelp and tries to wiggle away, her face turning redder than the pink flush from our fucking. I grab her hips before she can wiggle me back to a full hardon and yell, “What?”
There is silence for a moment as Colette struggles and I finally let her go, only to help her straighten out her clothing. “They’re going to know you’re in here!” she hisses frantically.
I raise an eyebrow and mutter, “I’m your man, why wouldn’t I be in here?”
“Because we just had sex,” she snaps. “They’ll know.” She places her hands on her burning cheeks and starts pacing. Throwing me a nasty look when I can’t help but chuckle.
“Not everyone’s mind is as dirty as yours, baby. We could be in here eating lunch for all they know.” I smile devilishly as I glance pointedly to her shredded underwear lying on the floor by the desk. “After all, I just finished mine.”
Colette’s blush deepens so she is practically tomato red. It’s fucking adorable, especially with the spark of hunger flaring to life in her eyes.
“Um, your afternoon meeting cancelled,” her assistant, Crystal, finally calls through the door.
Colette tries to straighten her appearance as she strides quickly to the door. It doesn’t matter, she looks freshly fucked and the caveman inside me loves the idea of people knowing she’s taken and well-satisfied.
She unlocks and opens the door, giving her assistant a calm smile. “Thank you, Crystal. Please bring me—”
“Colette is done for the day,” I interrupt, walking up behind her. She turns her head and frowns at me, but I ignore her. “She won’t be in tomorrow either.” Colette starts to say something, but I give Crystal my most charming smile before shutting the door once again.
Colette spins around, planting her hands on her hips. “Tyson Grant, you can’t just decide what I do and when.”
I spear her with another charming smile, but this is one I reserve just for her. “What if I have something really special planned, and I promise you are going to love it?”
A corner of her perfect mouth lifts, and her brown eyes soften. “Does it involve more spanking?” she asks sassily.
“Do you want it to?”
Colette huffs but fights a smile as she stalks to her desk where she grabs her purse from a drawer. “Are you going to share theses special plans, caveman?”
I laugh and close the distance between us, pulling her into my arms. “And ruin the surprise?” I plant a quick kiss on her mouth, then take her hand and lead her out of the office. We stop long enough for her to lock the door, then proceed down the hallway to the elevators.
* * *
“Your special plans were to take me home?” Colette asks, her voice filled with confusion. We’ve just pulled into our garage, and I chuckle as I help her alight from the car.
“Spending the day tomorrow with you tied to our bed sounds pretty special to me,” I tease as I lead her inside.
Her brows dip, and she glares at me adorably. “Not that I’m completely opposed to the idea”—I grin but she shakes her head and continues—“but couldn’t it wait until the weekend?”
I tuck her into my side and kiss her temple. “I’ll put it on the calendar. Tonight, I had something different in mind.”
We’ve reached the dining room and when we enter, Colette gasps at the scene before her. The table is set with china and crystal goblets, a vase of Gerber daisies sits in the center, next to a silver bucket with a bottle chilling in the ice. She walks up to the table and pulls out the bottle, then looks at me with a raised eyebrow.