Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“Madelyn,” I greet her and with her name on my lips, my cock twitches.
She bites her lip, glancing over the office and breaking our heated gaze. “Your secretary wasn’t here, so I showed myself in. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course. Come in.” I gesture to the seat across my desk and take my seat. “Is this about another arrangement?” I ask her and her wide eyes look back at me. I’ve never felt more on edge as she nods slowly.
“Close the door and lock it.” I answer and she obeys. Fuck, I’m harder than I could imagine. It’s almost like a game…or like a dream.
Maddie closes the door behind her, her hand hesitates, and then flips the lock. The sound is sinful, and it elicits a raw and desperate need stirring inside of me. Almost like a hunter to a prey, but this prey is coming to me. Fuck, I wish she’d crawl to me.
I almost request it, but I don’t want to push my luck.
“Have a seat,” I offer and I’m surprised by her response.
She shakes her head, then crosses the room to me in graceful, confident steps. Within seconds she’s close enough that I could wrap her in my arms if I wanted. My heart pounds at the doe eyes staring down at me, her heart-shaped lips, and her body in that dress.
“What’s this about, Madelyn?” I cross my arms over my chest to keep from touching her. I won’t touch her unless she asks. Maybe not until she begs. “It’s time to pay the rent again,” I state the obvious.
“It is,” she murmurs softly. I can practically hear her heart pounding and for a moment I’m taken aback. Speechless. That’s not what I thought she’d say at all. Not given she’s employed, but perhaps she isn’t.
“And you need…an extension? Or…what exactly?”
“I don’t want to use you for money,” she says and her voice wavers. She swallows thickly and the tension between us heats. “But I liked what we did,” she whispers as if it’s a confession.
“We can keep doing what we’ve been doing,” I offer, and I love the very thought of it.
“I thought maybe…it could be…” She swallows thickly, barely able to keep my gaze. “It doesn’t have to be about the money,” she suggests, and lifts a hand to trace one of the buttons on my shirt.
“I don’t want your money, I want you available to me,” I tell her, and I’ve never felt more needy—more greedy—in my fucking life. I want her on her knees sucking my cock. I can already envision those hollowed cheeks. I want her spread on my desk so I can toy with her pretty pink pussy. I want to go home after a long day and fuck her on the edge of her sofa until she screams my name and comes on my cock. “Available whenever I like, and you can have whatever you’d like,” I offer, although I second guess how exactly I’ve presented the deal. I bite my tongue, thinking perhaps a contract should be drawn up. I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
“That seems like it could end badly for me.” Her doe eyes shine with nothing but vulnerability.
“It could for myself as well,” I counter. It could be a disaster, if everything goes to shit because I can’t keep my mind off her...and my hands.
And I can’t. It’s been too long, and I can’t stop myself from touching her. I work my fingers through her hair and tip her face up. Maddie blinks like she’s on the edge of pleasure already.
“Why did you come here?” I ask her bluntly. As she attempts to take a half step back, I wrap my hand around her thigh, worried my tone may have been too blunt. “I’m glad you did.”
“I just needed a one-week extension, but also…I missed you.” I love the way she says she missed me. I have her where I want her, but my head is fogged with nothing but desire. I can barely think straight.
Fuck, my cock aches for her.
“An extension for rent? Because you got a job?”
“Yes. I just need a—”
“I don’t care about an extension. I don’t want your money Madelyn. I want you to be my little…” I almost say whore. I almost say it, but luckily, she does it for me.
“Your whore?” she questions, and I don’t know how she feels about the word.
“My seductress. My…whatever you want to call it. You can be my little whore…if that turns you on.” I’m careful with my words, and whatever I’m saying, she seems just as intoxicated by it as I am.
She takes a step forward and I wrap my other hand around her other thigh and turn my chair to face her.
“I’m scared,” she admits in a whisper, and I know it’s true. It’s so fucking obvious.