Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“I’m trying.” I squirm on his lap, squirm around his cock. It feels so good, I keep doing it. “I missed you so much. I thought I could hold out until my next birthday, but I needed you.” True, true, true. Except it’s present tense. I need him. I’m in over my head and sinking fast. Every fantasy only blurs the lines a little more, only drags me down deeper.
“You’re about to get me fired,” he mutters as he unbuttons my top and yanks it open. Devan turns the chair back to the desk. “Pussy too good to resist.” He lifts me off him, spins me around, and all but shoves me back onto the desk. And then his mouth is there, eating me out messily as I cling to the desk and try to be quiet.
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
He doesn’t. He keeps licking and sucking until I come. And I’m not quiet when I do. Devan lifts his head and glares. “You’re so goddamned disobedient.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” He stands and then he’s feeding his cock into me. This time, there’s no playing around, no teasing. He fucks me roughly, one pounding stroke after another, planting a hand on my hip and shoulder to hold me in place.
I love every second of it.
It feels dirty in an entirely different way than everything else we’ve done so far. He made me orgasm and now he’s using my body for his own pleasure. Devan’s strokes lose their smooth rhythm and he curses, and then he’s coming, fucking me even harder as he finishes inside me. He moves his hands to the desk and drops his head to my shoulder. “Well, fuck.”
“You keep saying that,” I gasp.
“Can’t help it.” He turns his face to my throat and presses a kiss there. “Too rough?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Good.” He gathers me up and heads into the bedroom. “I think we’ve both earned a nap before the next round.”
I smile against his shoulder. I’m delightfully sore, and I know if I start thinking too hard about how few hours we have left, I might freak out a little bit, but I’m not going to turn down being close to him for a little bit. “Did I wear you out, old man?”
Devan snorts. “More like you’re going to be sporting an array of aches and pains tomorrow and I’m trying to alleviate some of them.”
Tomorrow.
When this is over.
Damn it.
As he strips us out of our remaining clothing, I can’t help the sinking sensation of seconds ticking away, slipping through my fingers no matter how hard I try to grasp them. Devan climbs into the bed and I join him, pressing hard against his body. He wraps his arms around me and it feels so perfect, I have the horrible feeling like I might cry.
I wish it wasn’t perfect.
I wish he balked at something I suggested, or talked down to me, or was actually an asshole, or anything that would be an excellent reason to be relieved he’s out of my life. Instead, every moment feels like a gift that I’ll cherish forever.
It’s going to hurt so much when this is over.
Chapter 15
After a power nap I didn’t mean to take, it’s time for another clothing change. At this rate, I’m going to be wearing my coat and nothing else home, but it’s more than worth it. I pull on the bra and panties I skipped the last time we fucked and head back into the bedroom. Devan’s sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me, and the look on his face when he registers what I’m wearing is more than reward enough for the clothing choice.
“Look at you, all dressed up, just for me.”
“Do you like it?” I do a slow spin. Obviously he does, but my heart still lodges in my throat while I wait for his answer.
Finally, Devan leans forward and props his elbows on his knees. “You trying to provoke me, birthday girl?”
I have to fight to keep from squirming. This is what I need; to focus on the here and now and not what comes later. This man can keep me grounded…at least until it’s time to let me go forever. I try for a smile. “Maybe a little.”
“Though so.” He motions me closer. “Get over here and let me look at you properly.”
I cross to him on suddenly unsteady legs and set my hand in his. Devan tugs me closer yet, situating me between his thighs. He eyes me. “This shit is expensive.”
“It’s designer. One of a kind, and custom made for me.”
“Bill me.”
I barely register the words before he takes the lace edge of my bra and rips the cup completely off. I stare in shock. “What are you doing?”
“I like the framework. Don’t like you hiding from me.” He repeats the process with the second one. Without the cups, my breasts are still lifted up by the underwire a bit, but completely exposed. He sets his teeth into the curve of my left breast. “Better.”