Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Charles.”
My name on her lips makes me want to give her anything and everything she asks for.
I kiss her passionately for several moments, slowing my thrusts in the process.
“More,” she says, voice heavy with need.
She writhes beneath me, back arching off the table as I pull all the way out and slam back into her. I begin a punishing pace as I work to push her toward the edge.
My body tightens, my own release building as I drive into her.
She cries out, but I don’t stop.
I’ll take every moan of ecstasy. Every single ounce of pleasure I can muster.
Her pussy tightens around me, and I know she’s falling over the ledge. I’m close behind.
One thrust.
Two.
Total bliss.
I spill into her, collapsing on top of her.
We lie here quietly for several minutes, breathing heavily and lost in our thoughts.
My body is wrung completely. I’m thoroughly spent.
Being with Raven was more than I hoped for.
You didn’t use a condom.
My stomach plummets with that realization.
Arse. I’m a complete and total arse.
I sit up quickly, and Raven comes with me. “Charles?”
The fear in her voice has my nerves settling minutely.
“We didn’t . . . use protection.”
She lets out a harsh breath, looking relieved when I’m anything but.
“I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone in two years.”
I nod. “Me, too.” Her one eyebrow lifts in a teasing manner. “Well . . . in regard to the clean part.”
She winces, and I know she probably doesn’t want to think of me with other women. Knowing she’s been celibate for two years makes me happier than it should.
“What about birth control? I’m so sorry, I didn’t think about . . .”
“We’re okay. I have an IUD.”
I breathe for the first time in minutes, relieved that at least she’s responsible.
“Forgive me. Your health should be my first concern.”
She smiles the best smile. “Forgiven.”
I pick up her skirt and shirt from the floor, handing them to her before I work to locate my discarded clothing.
We’re silent the entire time we’re getting dressed.
My mind is mush from what was quite possibly the best fuck of my life. Memories from moments before swirl through my head.
Raven’s legs wrapped around my waist.
Her tight pussy clenched around my cock.
The sounds she made while I was fucking her.
Sublime.
“A-Are we all right?” she stammers, drawing my attention back to her.
She’s worrying her bottom lip, and I have an intense urge to hold her and release any concern she feels.
“We’re more than all right, love.” I pull her into me. “We’re exceptional.”
She studies my face. “You don’t regret what we did?”
I should. I really should.
I grin. “Do you?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I place a kiss on her forehead, breathing her in as I do.
“Neither do I.”
She sighs. “Okay.”
It’s all she says.
No questions about what’s next or what we are. No declarations of feelings or demands for the future.
One last kiss and a smile before she makes her way to the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I’m gobsmacked.
Raven might very well be the perfect woman.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say, rubbing my chin and trying to smother a grin.
She offers me one more brilliant smile before waving and making her exit.
This woman is definitely going to own me if I’m not careful.
25
Raven
I’m a mess.
I thought giving in to temptation and finishing what we started would cure the insane need I have for Charles, but all it’s done is create a bigger monster.
Now I’m left wondering what’s next and trying to put labels on something that can’t be named.
Nothing has changed.
He’s still my boss, and I’m still his employee.
I’m not normally one for a fling, and I know this will never be more. I’m not stupid enough to think it will be, but I can’t get him out of my head.
You’re an idiot, Raven.
I’m sitting at my desk, looking through the mock-ups marketing sent, and I can’t focus. I should be excited to work at my dream job and run a campaign that, months ago, I could’ve only imagined overseeing.
All my mind can conjure is images of Charles between my thighs, pushing into me.
The sounds of our bodies merging.
The sensation of his breath on my neck.
That deep, sensual voice echoing across the room as he came undone.
I can’t escape it.
I never want to.
The horrible reality—I want to experience it again.
Knowing full well that’s impossible, I want a label.
I can’t have Charles and Cavendish Group.
It won’t work.
Some people can block out what others think of them, but that’s not me. It would be devastating if my colleagues thought I only got this promotion by sleeping with the boss.
It’s not true. But since when does the truth matter in this world?
Wouldn’t I think that, too, if it were someone else in this position?
I work too damn hard to be accused of something so heinous. Charles’s power or position doesn’t interest me. It’s the man.
The whole grumpy-ass package.