Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Such as?” I lean my hip against the counter as she puts her matcha down and walks over to the fridge.
“Well, and this is non-negotiable.” My eyes just stare at her. “There is no funny business at the office. It’s where I work, and I want to be respected because of my work and not because I’m going to suck the boss’s dick in the shower in thirty minutes.” She takes the eggs out and places them on the counter.
“And when we get home and right before bed,” I add the other two times I want her mouth on my dick. “But I will agree to that. I’ve never mixed my personal life with my work life.” She gives me a yeah-right look as she goes in search of a frying pan, finding it, and putting it on the stove. “In the office, I mean. What else?”
“Well.” She takes another sip before going over to get a mixing bowl. “I really didn’t think of anything else. I don’t want favoritism or special treatment.” She cracks some eggs into the bowl before adding a splash of milk and moving on to get the butter.
“Baby,” I say her nickname, and she glares at me and points. “In this house, you are baby to me, but at work, I will call you Zoey,” I correct myself. “You know we work together, and you don’t work for me, right? We’re working together on this, but I’m not your boss, and you are not my employee.” I take a sip of the protein shake as she prepares the eggs before grabbing a pack of bacon and another pan. “What about copping a feel?” I ask. “Like, can I grab your ass in secret?”
“No, the minute you touch my ass, you have to go and grab my boobs, and then we’re somehow having sex.” I try to argue with her, but she isn’t wrong. That is exactly how it happens.
“Somehow having sex,” I repeat her words, laughing as she puts bread in the toaster. “Meanwhile, you were the one copping all kinds of feels when we were on vacation.”
“We were on our honeymoon.” She walks over to grab a plate, piles the fluffy eggs on them, and adds the two slices of bacon before the toast pops up. She butters the toast, cuts it in half, then places it on the edge of the plate before handing it to me. “Eat your breakfast.”
“You made me breakfast?” I ask, shocked when I see she hasn’t even made herself anything.
“Yes.” She nods, picking up her matcha. “Now, I have to go get ready for work.”
“And my blow job.” I put the plate down and follow her up the stairs, grabbing her ass, and then sliding my hand into the robe and pinching her nipple.
“I just slaved over the stove to make you breakfast,” she moans.
“You have to eat your breakfast first, and then I’ll go down and nuke the one you made me.” I kiss her neck. “See? Working together is going to be perfect.”
Forty-five minutes later, I’ve showered, nuked my breakfast, and I’m slipping on my suit jacket when she comes walking into the closet to get her shoes. She’s wearing a tight light pink skirt with a high-neck, sleeveless white shirt. Her hair is down. But all I can stare at are my rings on her finger. She only takes them off when she has to put her cream on her body or when she applies sunscreen. Other than that, she’s had them on the whole time. Even when she takes them off, you can see the tan line from where they were. “You know what’s great about going to work with you?” I pull out the cuffs on each arm. “I know what you look like naked. I don’t have to sit there and imagine it.”
“You imagined me naked?” She slides her feet into her mile-high nude heels.
“Do I have a dick?” I ask. “Sorry, a big dick?”
“We should get going.” She ignores my question, walking out of the closet but stopping close to me and putting her left hand on my chest. “Also, I might have pictured you naked once or twice.” Her hand moves down, and she cups my package. “So much better than what I imagined.”
“You can’t do that and have me not want to fuck you,” I scold her, and she throws her head back. “What about lunch sex?”
“I have back-to-back meetings with everyone in the company today, including your parents,” she says, “so that should be fun.”
She pretends it doesn’t bother her, but I see her hands tremble as she walks out of the bedroom. I take my phone out and text my family group chat.
Me: Meeting with Zoey today. If I’m not on the call, I expect you all to remain professional.