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)
I enter the office building through the revolving doors, and I’m immediately floored by the gorgeous woman standing at the reception area. That inspiration hits me dead on. I growl and adjust my cock hoping no one notices.
The lobby is usually empty except for the receptionist, but she’s not the usual receptionist. Whoever she is, she’s about to be worshipped from head to toe. It’s been so long, I thought that I’d lost testosterone, but nope. My dick is in full command of me right now.
My sexy woman was sorting mail when my entrance caught her attention, and now she’s looking at me like innocent prey. She’s got to be a foot shorter than me even with those heels that I want to be wrapped around my neck. Her ass fits snugly in that tight pencil skirt that grazes the middle of her thigh and hugs up over her hips.
It’s embarrassing how damn hard I am right now. Then my assistant shows up at the wrong time. If there’s ever a reason to fire her this is one. “Ms. Riley, you’ve never met me down in the lobby. Is there something wrong?” Fuck, my voice is thick with lust and anger.
“Nothing’s wrong, Mr. Harding.” The hard look she gives my woman pisses me off. I shouldn’t call her that since I know nothing about her, but I will very soon.
She drops some of the mail, and I rush to help her because my princess shouldn’t be on her knees unless it’s for me. Thoughts of sliding my cock between her greedy lips as she looks up at me go straight to my balls. I’m seconds from coming, and yet I can’t help but steal a touch of her small hands.
“You need to be more careful, Ms. Sweet,” my assistant snidely warns the new intern. Fuck, she’s the new intern. She’s off-limits for the next four weeks.
“Your name is Sweet?” Fuck, I want to spread her wide to see if her pussy matches her name. My face buried between her legs is all I can think about, but I get ahold of myself and mutter, “It works.”
If she’s smart, she’ll run because I feel like a wild beast. Hell, if I was smart, I would send her home. To my home…Damn, I’m in trouble.
“Thank you, Mr. Harding.” Her voice is my undoing. I have to get out of here before I have her spread out on the lobby floor while fucking my kid into her.
“You’re welcome. Be careful,” I whisper, unsure I can get up and walk away.
“I will,” she promises.
“Somehow, I doubt that,” I respond, moving away to the elevators. I don’t invite her to come with me because the space is too confined. I’d have her riding me up to the fifth floor, giving no fucks that we have an audience.
My brain is running through all the things I need to do before she can become mine. I have her file in my office, and I need to put it to memory. When we have interns, I usually don’t have much to do with them but signing off on their evaluations at the end of their time here.
“She’s not cut out for this place,” my assistant says as the doors close. Frankly, I don’t care if she’s cut out for this place. She’s perfect for me.
The elevator doors open, and I rush out with a command, “Bring me a cup of coffee.”
Ignoring my assistant who looks like she’s going to say something, I head into my office and slam the door closed. Pressing my head against the wooden surface, I groan and reach down and squeeze my cock, holding back the need to come. What am I going to do?
I’m the most patient man in existence, but four weeks will break me. I’m sure of it. I push off the door and search for her file. It’s right where I expected it to be, but the picture paperclipped to her background report is a grainy copy of her State ID photo. I flip open the other folder, and the jackass David has a high resolution five by seven image inside. I wonder if there’s a reason behind it.
I close his file because he’s not the one I’m interested in. It’s her I want to know all about. I read the three pages of information, but it doesn’t tell me much. Her name is Demi Sweet, and she’s twenty-one and lives in a small apartment in the city. Immediately, I pull a background check and one on her parents. As I wait for it to load, I stare at the photo as if somehow I can make it clearer.
A knock at my door takes me by surprise, I stuff the files away in the drawer and shout out, “Come in.”
It’s my assistant with the cup of coffee I asked for. Damn it, I was hoping the intern would bring it in. “Sorry, it took so long that intern is slow at everything. I think she needs to go.” I hate the way she’s speaking about my woman. There’s no way I can deny that I’m going to make Demi mine. Even if I lose my mind in the process.