Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
This is weird. It’s weird I brought her a muffin. What the hell am I doing? And why in the hell do I want to close the distance between us and kiss that grin right off her face?
She leans forward, parting the two pastry bags and leaning on her elbows before cradling her face in her palms. The motion makes her face appear fuller and her eyes darker. Her gaze is pure fire as it trails down to my lips, and I swear I feel her stare like an electric current. Everything is sizzling, and it’s hard to form thoughts when all I want to do is kiss her.
I don’t even know her.
Her eyes move to mine then, and I feel my breath catch. “I have. A lot.”
“Good thoughts?” I don’t even have control of myself at this point. Why am I still talking? Or more importantly, why is my voice all husky like that? As if I’m trying to seduce her or something. That wasn’t my intent. I wanted to give her a muffin and read to relax, but as I get lost in her kaleidoscope-of-colors gaze, I know there will be no relaxing. Nope, I’m wrapped tighter than tape on a stick shaft.
Her cheeks fill with color. “Mostly. But I am mortified you heard all that.”
“You don’t look mortified.”
The heat travels down her neck, and I desperately want to follow it with my tongue. “Oh, I’m masking right now, acting like I don’t want to hide under my desk and eat my muffin.”
My lips tip up, but I don’t look away. “Want me to join you?”
Her eyes flash with heat. “Would you like to?”
“Ah, answering a question with a question,” I tease as she stands back to her full height. “Fine. Yes, I’d enjoy eating a muffin with you under your desk.”
But neither of us moves, and we just stare at each other. I’m giving her the out. She doesn’t have to do what I suggested, and I wonder if she’s wondering what’s going to happen once we’re under that desk. Will we just eat? Or will there be more?
Because I really want to kiss her.
With a burst of confidence, she takes the bag I brought her and slowly pushes her chair out of the way. I take the bag she got me and start around the desk. She lowers herself, and I do the same before we lean against the back of the desk. I fit comfortably, which is surprising.
“This is a big desk,” I observe, and her lips twitch.
“The better to fit under, my dear,” she says, loosely quoting Little Red Riding Hood. I flash her a grin, and she looks away, almost shyly. “Actually, my peepaw made it for me. I wanted something that was massive but easy for people to lean against when they take pictures. It hides all my junk, and I love all the little compartments.”
“It’s nice, really sets the vibe for the place.”
“For sure,” she agrees, taking out her muffin. She holds it up to me. “Have you tried it?”
I hold her gaze. “Have you?”
Her lips quirk, hiding her smile. I want to see it. Just as much as I want to have my next breath. “I have.”
“Lucky,” I say, taking the one she got me out of the bag. “Because they only had one left when I tried to order two, and I wanted to get it for you.”
Her eyes widen, and then she holds it out to me. “Take a bite.”
I am fully aware that I have my own muffin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t lean forward and take a nice chunk out of hers. I nod as I chew, the sweetness of the orange making the bitterness of the pomegranate shine. This may be my new favorite muffin, and that may have everything to do with her. I flash her a small smile. “Now that’s good.”
“Yeah, this view is good too,” she says, her eyes falling a bit in a sexy, hooded look. She hasn’t moved her hand back, still holding the muffin for me, and I know I’m pushing the limits here, but I don’t care. I want her to eat from my fingers. I lean in again, taking another chunk and nipping her pinkie. Her breath catches, and heat shoots right to my cock.
Oh, I like that noise. I like that a lot.
Her tongue comes out, wetting her bottom lip, and I lean forward, taking the rest of the muffin into my mouth, but this time nipping her thumb. She doesn’t pull away, and I hold the digit between my teeth as our eyes stay focused on each other. Her chest is rising and falling in cadence with how hard my chest is pounding. She’s wearing a long-sleeved crop top that strains against her chest with each breath she takes. Her legs are tucked neatly behind her, her thighs on full display because of how short her skirt is. She reminds me of a naughty librarian, and all the dirty thoughts going through my mind are downright smutty.