Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
His expression remained aloof even as he said, “Golden said to tell him who you really are and why you’re here, and he’ll take you with him.”
“What?”
Rowdy ignored me. “I don’t even know why you’re wasting your time, G. This little bitch been suspect since the beginning.”
My heart skipped a beat, but I said anyway, “Kind of like four grown men sitting in the dark behind a locked door?”
“Door wasn’t locked,” Rowdy returned with an indignant sniff.
Golden just stared at me, waiting for me to fess up. I started to do so many times I lost count.
“I’m sorry, Golden. I don’t know what you mean.”
The air in the room was thick with my lie, and I could see the disappointment in Golden’s eyes just before he whispered something else to Rowdy, who nodded. “Appreciate it, bruh.”
Golden didn’t look at me as he strode straight for the door.
A moment later, I was alone with Rowdy for the second time today.
Atlas was doing a terrible job pretending she wasn’t about to lose it.
“Did you know corporal punishment in the workplace used to be legal?” I bullshitted. I had no idea if that was true, but I enjoyed watching her pause, her nervous gaze shifting toward the door.
Atlas must have realized she’d never reach it in time because she said, “Touch me, and you’ll lose a hand.”
“I doubt it.” I stood up and walked around the desk until I was standing close enough to force her head back to hold my gaze—the stubborn little thing. “You can try, though,” I offered seriously.
Just to show her and satisfy my own curiosity, I ran my hand over her hip.
I could tell Atlas was torn between begging me to shift my hand a few inches to the left and making good on her threat. A moment later, she settled for blindly fumbling behind her to grip the edge of the desk.
“Stop touching me.”
“You didn’t ask nicely.”
“Please stop touching me. Fuck you. Thanks.”
I grinned. “Keep it up. I just might.”
Atlas shook her head, looking a little forlorn. “I can’t fuck you, Rowdy. You’re my boss, and I need this job.”
“I won’t be for long if you fuck up again,” I told her honestly. I might want her pussy, but that didn’t entitle her to special treatment. It wouldn’t matter if I fired her anyway. She’d still let me hit.
“People make mistakes, Rowdy. You can’t kick everyone out of your life who isn’t perfect.”
Without warning, I grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the desk before forcing my way between her legs. “Yes, I can.” My hands palmed her calves now as my thumbs teased the soft skin above her tall black socks that stopped just beneath her knees. Naughty schoolgirl, indeed.
“I doubt your friends are perfect.”
“They’re the exception, not the rule. I’m stuck with their asses, and they couldn’t get rid of me if they died.”
“I think you mean tried,” she corrected.
“You heard what I said.” Testing her boundaries, I slid my hands further up, my fingers skimming the side of her legs while my thumbs continued to tease her thighs. Her muscles tensed as if she would push me away and then relaxed a moment later.
“Do you feel that way about your girlfriend too?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I told her fishing ass. My hands disappeared underneath her skirt. When she didn’t tense up this time, I kept going, enjoying her quiet, horny sigh. “I don’t want one either.”
Atlas’s hand suddenly reached for my wrist, stopping my exploration just as my fingers grazed the edge of her panties. “I’m not really the sex-without-commitment type,” she announced with an attitude. “Sorry.”
I broke her hold and kissed her jaw. “That’s because you’ve never had sex with me.”
“Arrogance isn’t attractive.” She hissed when my finger flicked her fat lips through her panties.
“Then why is your pussy wet, Atlas?”
“Oh, boss…” She gave me a mocking pout. “Is that what you call wet?”
“Yeah?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I hooked my finger in the seat of her drenched panties, pulled them as far away from her pussy as the cheap lace would allow, and then let them go.
Atlas yelped when the material hit her pussy with a wet slap that had her jerking away from the sting and shifting her hips on my desk to chase the ache happening much deeper.
“Look at me.” Her guilty gaze darted up to mine. “I don’t know if I made this clear, but I want you, and I’m not a patient man. I’ll give you a few more days to reconcile with the fact that we’re fucking. Tell yourself whatever you like. Lie that I really want more and just don’t know it yet if you have to. But when that day comes…” She made another sound when I adjusted my hand until I was palming her hot cunt. “This pussy will only weep for me.”