Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Start talking, Charlotte.” He’s using what I imagine is his CEO voice when he wants things to go his way.
“What do you want me to say?”
“Where are your panties?”
“In my purse. Wrapped in toilet paper,” I add, because apparently, once I start talking, I can’t stop.
His hand moves to rest just above my pussy that’s aching for his touch. “Tell me what you liked. What did I do? What did I say? Tell me so that I can do it again. And again, and again. Tell me, Charlie,” he pleads.
“This is embarrassing. Can we just let this go?”
He laughs. Not just a chuckle, but a full “body shaking, head tossed back” laugh. “If you think for one second that you’re going to stand here looking sexy as fuck and tell me that you had to take your panties off because I made your pussy so wet they were drenched and that I’m just going to let that go, you’re wrong. So very, very wrong, Charlie.” He leans in close, his thumb tracing just above where I need it to be beneath my skirt, and presses a feather-soft kiss to my lips. “Tell me.”
“Fine.” I roll my eyes and mentally remind myself that I’ve already decided to look for another job. I’ll never be able to face him after this. I mean, I’ll have to for a while, but not forever. No way. “You were feeding me, which is intimate, and then you called me a good girl.”
“Put your arms around my neck.”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Put your arms around my neck, Charlie. I’m going to lift you, and I want your legs wrapped around me.”
“Someone might see,” I protest, but it’s weak at best.
“Never.” His voice is full of conviction. “I’ll never let anyone see you like that. They’ll see your bare legs and my back, and that’s only if they come looking for us in the shadows. Arms around my neck.”
What the hell, right? I mean, I’m already in this deep. What are another few minutes of this man's hands and lips on me? Something tells me it’s a memory I’ll never forget. So, I go against all better judgment and place my hands around his neck.
His palms move to the back of my bare thighs, but not before each grabs a handful of ass, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze. “Legs around my waist,” he says gruffly.
Doing as I’m told, I lock my ankles once my legs are wrapped tightly around him. “Good girl,” he murmurs. My body quakes, and I can feel him grin as he presses a tender kiss to my collarbone.
I open my mouth to scold him, but the combination of his hard cock resting just where I need him to be, with only his jeans separating us and his lips nipping and sucking at my neck, I can’t seem to find my voice.
“Tell me I can touch you, Charlie. Tell me that I can take care of that ache between your thighs. Let me show you what a night for us would look like.”
I part my lips to tell him no. This is crazy. We can’t do this. “Okay,” I whisper instead, and I’m not mad about it. Not at all. Especially not when one hand slips between us and his thumb finally finds my clit.
“Oh,” I moan, resting my head back against the wall.
He keeps his thumb drawing lazy circles on my clit, which is doing delicious things to my body, and manages to take another finger and trace it through my desire for him. “Is all this for me?” he rasps. “I need to hear you say it, Charlie. Is this for me? Is your pussy crying for me?” he grates.
“Y-Yes.”
“Good girl.”
“Fuck,” I mumble as a fresh wave of desire washes over me. He’s going to have a huge-ass wet spot on his jeans.
He chuckles. “I don’t give a fuck about my jeans, Charlie girl. All I care about is you and giving you what you need. Do you need to come?”
“Please.”
“I wish we weren’t here,” he says gruffly. I stiffen, and he’s quick to explain. “Not here in this darkened hallway of High Tide. I wish we were at my place, in my bed, where I could see you. Where I could taste you. You’re not getting the full experience here, sweetheart.”
“I’m good with half.” He rocks his hard cock into my core. “Half is so good,” I tell him.
“Promise me you’ll give me another shot at this. You’ll let me take you on my bed or fuck me, your bed, and you’ll let me worship you. Tell me I get another chance.”
“Depends on your rating, and right now, you’re at a zero, Pennington,” I say, trying to rile him up so that he’ll give me what I want.
“Is this an extension of our kissing game?” he asks, humor evident in his tone.