Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
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It took me all night to fall asleep, but I still manage to get up to my alarm and get ready for work. I get to the office, completely disheveled. After last night there are two things I know: Demi is going to be mine, and I’m not waiting the four weeks.
My assistant meets me as soon as I get off the elevator. Strange. It’s as if she’s keeping tabs on me. “Good morning, Mr. Harding,” she greets me with a sing-song voice. It’s a little too chipper for her. None of that matters, though because I’m eager to see my girl.
“It’s a great morning. I’m only going to be here for a half day, so please get me everything to sign by ten.”
“Yes, sir.” She leaves me to go get started because she knows I’m serious.
I head toward my office as the elevator pings again. I wait because I’m pretty pathetic, hoping that I get to see my woman. Demi comes practically barreling out of it in a hurry until she spots me. She straightens herself, walking calmly toward her desk. I look at my watch and see she’s a few minutes late. Shaking my head, I state, “You should have taken my offer.”
“Maybe I should have. I had no idea how crowded the train would be. I hate when people rub up against me.” I growl from the thought of someone else touching her.
I eat up the distance between us. “From now on, no public transportation.”
She narrows her brows at me, angrily, ready to spit fire, but I stop her with my finger on her lips. “Before you say something you’ll regret, I’ll be in my office. I want you in there in five minutes.” I drop my hand and watch as she sets her things on the desk, then my assistant comes back into the main room.
“Ah, there you are. I see you’re late. That’s going in your evaluation.” No, that shit isn’t, but it’s going into hers if she keeps it up.
“Ms. Sweet, now. Ms. Riley, please excuse us. We need to have a meeting.” My assistant’s mouth is slack-jawed as she stares, but I have to straighten my future wife out. There’s no way I can allow anyone to touch what belongs to me. I’m still pissed about strangers even grazing her by accident.
As soon as we’re both in my office, I slam the door closed and lock it.
My dick is getting harder and harder by the second, and so are her pert nipples as she glares at me. I walk around my desk and lean against the bookshelf behind it. “What were you going to say, Sweets?”
“Um…I can take the train if I want,” she says, stomping her foot.
I chuckle because that shit’s cute. Not going to happen. “No, you can’t. Not if you plan to work here.” I take off my suit jacket and start rolling up my sleeves.
She takes a gulping breath before adding, “I told you I don’t like driving in traffic.”
I press my hands to my desk with my fingers splayed out, letting her know there’s no debating with me. “Listen, I’m not going to repeat myself again. I’m not letting you take it.”
“Why?” She crosses her arms which only serve to hug her tits and reveal more of her cleavage to my hungry eyes.
I stalk around my desk, unconcerned if she notices my hard cock, and I invade her space. My hand cups her chin, with my thumb on her bottom lip, I answer, “Because no one—I mean no one, should be that close to you. No one should touch you.”
“No one at all,” she gasps. I shake my head because I’m touching her, and I’ll be the only one touching her. From head to toe, my hands will explore her body.
She steps back and falls into the chair in front of me. My cock is right in front of her face, so I lean down and brace myself on the arms of the chair. “I’m going to pick you up and take you home every day.”
“Why would you want to do that?” she’s panting hard, and her eyes go straight to my forearms that are caging her in.
“Let’s cut the bullshit, Demi. This is out of line and out of character for me, but I can’t deny it. I want you,” I confess. Her gaze moves down to my cock, which is about to burst through my zipper.
She looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes and asks, “You want me?”
“Yes, I want to spread you out on my desk, eat your pussy then take you hard and deep until you come for me then I’m going to empty every drop of my cum in your womb.” I pull her to me, sliding my hands over her ass and press her to my hard cock. “Fuck, Sweets, you like that, don’t you?”