Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 81407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“You can’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“It’s all part of the stipulation. You take the reins at Wolfe Enterprises, or everything is sold to the highest bidder.”
“What about cash on hand?”
“There isn’t any. Nothing of substance, anyway. Your father died without any liquid assets. It’s all tied up in real estate and business.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I wish I were. I’m sure your siblings wish the same thing.”
“I can’t do this, Lacey. I just can’t. I have a life, damn it. A life I love in Montana. I’m free there. Free to do as I please. Take off on my bike whenever I want.”
An image appeared in my mind, of Lacey, clad in tight leather chaps and a leather halter top, climbing on the back of my bike and wrapping her arms around my waist.
Then taking off, the roar of my pipes, the wind in my face…and Lacey clinging to me.
“I understand. Really, I do.”
“You don’t. You sit here in your tight-ass office wearing your tight-ass suit, when you should be outdoors enjoying life.”
“Mr. Wolfe, I—”
“Rock,” I said. “Damn it. Call me Rock.” My groin was tightening, and I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I grabbed her and crushed my mouth to hers.
She kept her lips pinned shut, but I traced my tongue over the seam of them, nudging them open. “That’s right, baby. Open for me.” I swept my tongue into the warmth of her mouth.
She tasted minty fresh with a touch of vanilla. Delicious.
I glided my lips over hers as our tongues slid together.
I’d kissed a lot of women. Almost every weekend I took a new luscious treat to my bed.
But this kiss…
She pulled away and pushed at me.
I didn’t move.
“Mr.—”
“Rock, damn it. I just had my tongue in your mouth. Call me Rock.”
“Rock…” She swayed a little, steadying herself by placing her hand on the edge of her desk.
I couldn’t help smiling.
“This… I’m not… This isn’t…professional.”
“It’s not? That was a damned good kiss, baby. I’d say you could do it professionally.”
Her cheeks went from rosy to crimson. Again, I smiled.
“You know what I mean.”
“You’re my father’s lawyer. You’re not mine. You and I don’t have a professional relationship.”
“It’s not—”
I quieted her by placing two fingers over her pink, swollen lips. “You know what I’d like to do, Lacey Ward?”
She gulped.
“I’d like to lift up that blue skirt and bend you over that desk.” I inched closer to her. “I bet you’re already wet for me.”
She squirmed, crossing her legs.
Yup. She was wet.
I inhaled. I could already smell her musky arousal. I inched forward again, until only a few centimeters separated us.
She backed up against her desk. “I don’t think—”
“Don’t think, baby. Now isn’t the time for thinking. Where the hell would thinking get us? Just give in. Turn around.” I lightly touched her arms, turning her around. Then I buried my nose in her neck and inhaled. “You smell like a fantasy.”
“I’m not wearing anything.” She let out a nervous chuckle. “Any perfume, I mean.”
“I know. I smell you. I smell your arousal. You want me just as much as I want you.” I grabbed the firm globes of her ass.
She let out a soft gasp.
I massaged her ass softly, pushing my hard cock into the small of her back. “You feel that? I’m hard for you, Lacey. Rock hard. Tell me what you want me to do with that fucking hard cock.”
“I want…” She moaned when I slid one hand up her side and then around in front to cup one firm breast.
“Yeah? What do you want, baby?”
“You. God. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
All I needed. I slid her skirt up. Fuck. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings. I didn’t know women wore those in an office anymore. And it was fucking hot.
And a thong. A pink lacy thong.
Lacey. Maybe she wasn’t named after lingerie, but she was wearing it, lace and all. Her taut luscious body had been created for it.
“I’m going to rip this off of you and shove my hard cock into that hot pussy.”
She groaned.
“Tell me you want it, baby. Tell me.”
“God, yes. I want it.”
With one yank, the pink thong was gone. I tossed it aside. Then I slid my fingers through her slick folds. God, so wet. I pulled my fingers out of her and ran them over my tongue. Mmm, sweet and tangy. If I weren’t so fucking hard, I’d bend down and bury my face between those gorgeous ass cheeks and suck on that tasty pussy.
Next time. Not this time. This time would be fast and furious and delicious.
I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans, releasing my erection. I slid it between her ass cheeks, teasing her.
“Please,” she sighed. “I need you.”
“Since you said please.” I stopped for a few seconds to roll on a condom and then thrust into her.