Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“A little.”
“Did you like making me jealous with your hard nipples on display?”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond; instead, he spins me with his hands on my hips. God, I’m going to enjoy this a little too much. He drops to his knees, hooking his fingers into my bottoms, and pulls them down. I barely step out of the material when he has his face between my cheeks, licking my pussy from behind. I let out a gasp and grip the edge of this desk. He growls and stands.
“This is for making me think you were leaving me.” The words have just left Jamison’s mouth when I feel the first sting on my ass, causing a gasping moan to leave my throat. “This is for coming out of the house without a bra, showing your tits to everyone around.” He spanks me again, and suddenly I feel like a really bad girl.
“Aren’t you going to punish me for sneaking onto your property?”
Jamison rubs my ass and leans down, his lips against my ear, hand around my throat with just the slightest pressure. “Yes.” His hand comes down on my other cheek. I can’t keep the pleasure from escaping my lips. “You like your punishment a little too much. I bet your pussy is fucking soaked for me.” He pumps two fingers inside. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re drenched.” He tightens his grip around my throat. “Are you going to keep being a bad girl?”
“For you, always.”
“Good answer,” he growls, releasing his hand around my throat and sending a feeling of loss through me, but then he’s lifting my shirt off to play with my hard nipples. With a whisper, he utters, “Stay with me.” I feel the tip rock between my folds, teasing me until he lines up his cock with my heat, slamming into me in one long motion.
It doesn’t take more than three thrusts before I’m coming on his shaft, screaming loudly in his office. “Fuck, oh, oh my goodness. I’m coming, Jamison,” I shout.
He wraps his fist around my hair. “Fuck, I’m coming, Cassandra.” The desperation in his voice enhances my orgasm, and he follows me over, filling my womb again. We’re playing a dangerous game of pregnancy roulette, and strangely, I’m not afraid of having his baby like I should be.
Our heavy breathing almost makes us miss the sound of knocking on his office door. “Go away,” he barks out.
“But sir,” a woman says.
“Is it an emergency, Nicole? I’m buried balls deep in my future wife.”
“No.” The clicking of her heels in the distance makes me feel bad.
“Why did you say that? She’s probably mortified.”
“She’s not. It’s obvious, she’d been listening in. She wanted to be in your position. The only reason she’s had the job is because she was good at it.” If she’s the woman at the front desk, then I remember her jealous attitude from when I came to check in.
“Okay, then that’s okay. She can scoot.” He pulls out of me and tucks himself away before bending down and grabbing my clothes. I slip them on quickly between Jamison stealing kisses.
“I’m yours, and yours alone. You should know that. In every fucking way.” He steps into his private bathroom to wash up. Damn, he looks so good in his khakis and polo. I haven’t decided which look is my favorite. From suit to birthday suit, the man is pure sex. I needed him any way I could get him.
“I need to go out there and see what’s going on. Stay in here, and I’ll be back with some outfits from the store next to the lobby. Size?”
“Ten in dresses or pants, but a large in tops.”
He growls, staring at my tits that are hard and pressing against the shirt. “Yes, they are.” He slams his lips to mine. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
I take a seat in his chair, and I see his cell phone on the desk. It starts ringing and I steal a glance. It’s his mother. I let it go to voicemail and then a text comes through. Unable to stop myself, I click on it. Yay. Grandbabies. I’m so grateful we live in a small town. There’s a picture of Jamison with his arms around me as we walk to his office.
“Oops.” I blush just thinking about his mom’s opinion of me. From the text, I guess it can’t all be bad. As I fret about meeting his mother, my phone goes off. I almost forgot I had it with me.
Speaking of mothers, it’s mine. As much as I want to send her straight to voicemail I need freaking answers. “Why hello, mother.”
“Don’t you act all innocent! Charles has already called his lawyer and your stepfather’s furious. How could you do this to us?”
“Listen, I didn’t do a single thing to any of you. You selfish assholes decided I didn’t deserve to have an ounce of time away from all the prying eyes.”