Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I teased the crack of her ass with my fingers as I pounded my cock up hard meeting her downward thrusts.
Our tongues met in her mouth as we fucked and it wasn’t long before I felt that tingling in my balls and that wild need to consume her overtook me again.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth between my teeth hard enough to leave a mark and she came again with her arms wrapped around my head.
I turned and pressed her back against the couch and slammed into her without mercy until I went deaf and blind from the force of the orgasm that rocked me.
“Fuck!” So much for keeping the noise level down. If anyone was going by outside my office they were sure to hear my roar.
I hugged her hard enough to crack a rib or two as the last of my seed drizzled into her. “You’re trying to kill me.”
I caught my breath with my head resting on her chest and she wasn’t doing much better.
“Hey this was your idea, I came for lunch.” She tugged on my hair.
I liked this playful side of her. It made her seem younger, more carefree, less stoic. Less like she was carrying the world on her shoulders.
“Okay I guess I should feed you then.” She was more relaxed over lunch but I didn’t kid myself that I was out of the woods yet.
I had a feeling my take charge attitude was going to butt up against her stubbornness until one of us won.
Since I never start anything I can’t finish, I have all confidence in my ability to bring her little ass to heel.
“Did you have enough to eat? You didn’t finish it.”
“Don’t start your nagging again I have to get back to my office, lunch ran a little late today.” The little smile on her face warmed my heart.
She got up to leave and I grabbed her hand. “Don’t leave.” It was damn near a whine. Pitiful!
“I have to get back to work. Didn’t you say we only have a few days left?”
“Why don’t you bring your stuff in here? There’s more than enough space here.” She looked around as if giving it some thought.
“But what about the others? There’s already speculation…”
“I don’t care and neither should you. Let’s go get your stuff.” I held her hand all the way down the hallway. Who didn’t already know will now.
I took her back to my office and got her settled at the table and only then was I able to concentrate on my work.
Every once in a while I’d look up to find her looking at me and she’d look guiltily away with that red flush on her cheeks. No need to guess what she was thinking.
My mind would stray every so often and I’d relive the night we shared and what happened right here in this room not too long ago.
As someone who prided himself on being very disciplined when it comes to work, I didn’t even mind that she had disrupted my well organized world.
I drove her home that night after sending Stanley home early. Once in her apartment I kept my jealousy under control enough that she didn’t notice it.
It was getting easier to walk into the hallway and see his face looking back at me. As long as I held onto the fact that she was mine now nothing else mattered.
For some reason that night Amber chose to bring up her father. Maybe she had some sort of intuition I don’t know, but she wanted to show me the picture of him that she kept in her room.
As I listened to her repeat his merits as told to her by her mother, I realized how selfish I had been. I’d wanted to deny this child the knowledge of her father, something I wouldn’t want done to myself.
It was easier to accept her love and admiration for him than it was her mother’s though. I was still a little raw about that.
“Are you my daddy now?” My head flew up and around to look at her mother who’d stepped into the room. She looked like a deer caught in headlights at her daughter’s question.
What was I supposed to say? I pulled her onto my lap and held her close. “I would love to be your daddy but mommy and I have to talk about it first okay.”
“Are you going to live with us? My friend Anna has a mommy and a daddy. Her daddy plays with her in the park and he calls her his little princess. Am I your little princess?”
Yep, the both of them are tag teaming my ass to see which one of them would break my heart sooner. “Yes, you are my little princess.”
I wrapped my arms around her and dared not look at her mother who seemed to have been struck dumb.