Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
God, he’s beautiful…
“Give it to me,” I moan. “Fuck me.”
He grabs my behind and starts to fuck me hard. His tie hangs down in his face and my breasts are bouncing up and down.
“Oh God, this is so good,” I pant as I bounce. “You’re so deep,” I whimper. “So, so deep.”
His face creases together, and he cries out as he comes, the jerking inside of me setting me off, making me climax, too. We move together slowly as we begin to come down, his hands softly running up and down my back.
Our eyes are locked.
He’s quiet, shocked into silence I think. I lay down on his chest and he holds me close. His heart beats hard next to mine as we rest together for a moment.
“I’m glad you’re not my secretary for real.” He smirks against my forehead.
“I kind of am.” I giggle.
“No, don’t remind me that you work for me.”
I smile. “Don’t remind me that you’re my boss.”
He pulls out, removes his condom, and drags me back down over him. His fingers trail up and down my arm, and I can practically hear his thoughts bouncing around.
I stay silent and can’t help but feel he’s different to how he was the other day with me. He seems warmer.
“I’ve got to get going,” I whisper.
“What?” His face falls and his arms tighten around me. “No. Why?”
“Willow has golf this afternoon. I promised her I’d take her.”
“I’ve arranged for my mother to pick up the kids. She’s happy to take them to their activities,” he says.
“No.” I sit up as I pull out of his grip. “I promised Will that I would take her.”
“But… but we… I haven’t spent any time with you yet,” he stammers.
I smile and kiss his lips. "You've fucked me. That's all that you wanted me here for, isn't it?"
He frowns, obviously annoyed by me stating the obvious. “I haven’t fucked you enough.” “Another time, maybe.” I smile.
“When?”
I'm not imagining it. He really does seem needy today. "When my schedule with the kids' permits. Next week or something."
He scowls and shakes his head. “Next week? That’s not happening.” He rolls me onto my back and moves to position himself between my legs. “I need you for an extended time.” He kisses me, and my arousal tingles, awakening again.
“Why?” I breathe.
“Because I can’t get enough.” He nudges my opening.
“You didn’t pay the twenty thousand dollars.” I smirk. “Get a condom.”
He chuckles and growls before he gets up and puts a condom on. Soon enough, he’s back on top of me, sliding his dick against my sex.
“I need more of you. Two hours isn’t enough,” he breathes against my mouth. “Why isn’t it enough?”
“Because I watch you all fucking day, wishing I was inside you.”
I smile, and he pushes into me. “You don’t act like you do, Mr. Masters,” I challenge.
His tempo increases, moving harder. “I shouldn’t be thinking about you the way I do. I try my best to control it.”
I smirk as he takes my legs and puts them over his shoulders.
Oh God, this makes me nervous. He’s too big for me to handle this position. “Be careful with me,” I whimper.
He slides in deeper, and he hisses with immediate approval. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how good our bodies fit together?”
My back arches off the bed, and my fragile heart races again. “God, yes.”
“The kids are going to sleep at my mother’s, Bree. I need a full night with you. Give me a full night.” His eyes drop to the place where our bodies meet.
Excitement runs through me. He wants a full night. “When?” I pant.
He spreads his knees wide and holds my feet out in front of him. “Tomorrow.” He hits me hard, and I cry out. “Tomorrow night.”
“What if… you still need… more?” I breathe.
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me tenderly. “I won’t, I promise. Just one more time.”
I smile against his lips but my heart drops.
One more time. He only wants me one more
Willow bounces into the car after her golf lessons. “Hi.” She beams.
“Hey, pumpkin. You seem very happy.”
“I got talking to that girl who works on the desk. Her name is Lola.”
“Really?” I smile and squeeze her thigh. “Great. Tell me all about her.”
“She’s eighteen. She’s at University. She’s going to be a doctor.”
I smile. “Smart.”
“She asked if I wanted to play golf with her this weekend.” “Really?” Oh, this is just what she needs—new smart friends. But all at once my face falls. “Damn, remember you are going to your Aunty Patricia’s with Grandma and Grandpa this weekend?”
Her face falls. “Oh no, I forgot.”
I don’t want her to be disappointed. I know she’s lonely at the moment. “Maybe we can reschedule the weekend away so that you can play golf.”
Her face lights up. “Really?” she asks excitedly.