Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
What the fuck was my father doing? It may not be mine, but this company is his legacy. How have I gone this long without catching wind of any of this backdoor dealing? I inhale a ragged breath. The real question is, how do I come out ahead of this when my hands are just as dirty? What will this do to her? If I don’t play my cards right, this will blow up in my face and destroy Fay. The pit in my stomach tells me it’s not a matter of if but when.
My shoulders relax when I finally hear Fay’s purse being placed in her bottom drawer.
She opens the door and walks in, her pale teal blouse and gray pencil skirt hugging her body as she sways toward me. “Morning—”
“Shut the door,” I growl. So much for being relaxed.
“Did you want me to grab your coffee?”
Fuck it. I can’t even wait that long. I storm up to her, backing her up against the door and closing it. “I’m going to require you to get to work earlier.”
“And why’s that?” she asks breathlessly.
“Because I’ve had to wait way too long to do this.” My lips slam over hers, but not even this kiss alleviates my need for her. I grab the hem of her skirt, pushing it up her thighs. My thumb grazes her lace thong. “No more panties. They get in my fucking way.” I push them to the side and slip a finger through her slick cunt. I’m hard as steel at how wet she already is. “This for me?” I tease, pushing deeper.
“Maybe. . .” she purrs as I pull out and push back in with two fingers. She’s so damn wet. My needy girl loves this. With no shame, I drop to my knees, push her skirt over her hips, and take what I want. I grab at her thighs and hold her in place. Each subtle moan gets me off, and I almost come at my first taste. The problem is, it still doesn’t ease any of my frustration; it only intensifies it. My tongue eases inside her, stroking. I slide a finger along her slit and use my soaked finger to tease her back entrance. Her legs quiver, and I dig my nails into her thigh to hold her in place. “So fucking sweet,” I hum, sucking her into my mouth.
Her fingers lock into my hair and grip a chunk as I feast on her. Her entire body convulses around me and she comes on my tongue.
She quickly becomes lax in my arms. When I feel she can stand on her own, I shoot up and work off my belt.
A knock on the door stops me.
I back away from Fay, and she tugs her skirt down. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks cute as hell.
“What do we do?” she whispers.
“We do nothing. They’ll leave.”
More knocking. “Theo, are you in there?” The doorknob starts to rotate.
“Fuck. Go hide in my bathroom. I’ll take care of this.” Fay hurries off, disappearing into the bathroom as the door opens.
“Oh, there you are. I was wondering if you’d finally taken a day off.”
I walk over to the table and aimlessly grab a report. “I don’t take days off. What can I do for you, Ms. Williams?”
She waves her hand at me. “Please, I keep telling you. Call me Julie. Ms. Williams reminds me of my mother.”
Anything to get her out of my office and back to my little minx. “Fine. Julie, what can I help you with? I’m very busy.”
“Your birthday is next week. I was hoping we could go over the budget for the employee celebration.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Your employees love you. It’s important to give them the opportunity to show how much they appreciate you.”
Half my fucking staff wants me to get hit by a truck. “I’m sure they do. I don’t care. Do what you think works. I have things I need to—”
“I’d love to show you the ideas I drafted. If you’re busy, we can set up a lunch. Everyone has to eat.”
The fact that she is still in my office is making me angry. “I have a work lunch. Just sign off on whatever it is—”
“Maybe dinner—”
“For Christ’s sake, Julie. I am extremely busy right now.”
I shock her with my blatant rudeness. She holds her tight smile and nods. “Of course. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Yes. Enjoy your day.” She walks out, and I shut the door behind her, this time locking it. I storm across the room and into the bathroom. Fay sits on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth.
“That wasn’t very nice, Mr. Monroe.”
“I don’t give a fuck. She was seconds away from getting fired.” I snake my arm around her, pulling her to me to claim her mouth. “Now, why don’t you be a good little assistant and take off this skirt?”