Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Olivia is not at her desk but my office door is ajar. I find her seated in my chair arranging the desk. She looks up, startled. “I was arranging your desk,” she blurts out.
“It’s okay,” I say as I enter and automatically move to my desk at the same time as she stands up. We both stop within an inch of each other. She’s so close, I can smell her lemon scent. It’s different and I can’t get enough of it.
We lock gazes and I seize the opportunity to make things right. “I’m sorry about the other night,” I tell her. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. It was out of line and not the way an employer should behave with his PA.” I’m drawn to her chest as it moves up and down. Damn.
“I’m sorry too,” Olivia says breathlessly. She looks so fucking kissable. So fuckable that I want to take her right now, damn the consequences.
“What for?”
“For pushing you away,” she says softly.
It takes a few seconds for her meaning to sink in. When it does, I take a step forward and take her into my arms. I kiss her savagely, sucking on her lips so hard I’m afraid of leaving bruises yet I can’t stop myself. She wraps her arms around my neck and pushes her chest against mine.
Reason flies out the window. I don’t care that anyone can walk in on us at any moment. All I care about is kissing her. Tasting her. I cup her breasts with my hands and when that isn’t enough, I slip my hands under her blouse. Her nipples push against her bra as I tease them with my thumbs. She feels so fucking good. So perfect.
My dick throbs between my legs. I want more. I need more. I pull away and march to the door. I turn the key and return to Olivia. She hasn’t moved from her spot.
“I want to taste you. Is that okay?” I ask her and place my hands possessively on her hips as if she’s mine.
She nods with her eyes wide open. I sink to my knees and slide my hands up her legs. I love that she likes wearing skirts. They make things so much easier. So accessible. Her skin is smooth and her thighs firm. She lets out a soft moan, even though I’m barely touching her.
The skirt is getting in the way. “Remove your skirt,” I growl. “I want to see all of you.”
She reaches back and unfastens it and then pulls down the zipper. The skirt slides down and pools at her feet. I raise my gaze and let out a gasp. She’s wearing red, lace panties with nothing covering the front. I start to saliva at the sight of her pussy, neatly shaved and a musky scent emanating from her.
“Fucking hell,” I say.
Olivia giggles. “Do you like it?”
“Do you always wear this kind of underwear?” I ask her.
“Sometimes,” she says.
“Spread your legs,” I order and she does.
I stroke her with my fingers, exploring her gorgeous pink bits, watching as clear cream seeps out of her. Her hand covers mine.
“Please, Jace,” she says.
“Be patient,” I tell her, determined to take my time. I tease her clit, which is already swollen and hard. I use my tongue on her for the first time and I can’t get enough. My movements are slow and deliberate. Olivia can’t keep still so I grip her thighs.
I’m in lust heaven. I curl my tongue and push it inside her. She lets out a yelp. I pause and withdraw my tongue. “Did I hurt you?”
“What?” Olivia says. “Now you’re hurting me. Put your tongue back where it was.”
I grin but before I can oblige, the shrill of the phone breaks our bubble. If the person calling is one of my brothers, they’ll come looking for me if I don’t answer.
I give Olivia’s cunt one last sweep of my tongue and stand up. I pulled her to me and dry hump her. “We’ll have to continue this later,” I whisper into her ear.
“Yes please,” Olivia says, her voice filled with frustration that makes me chuckle.
Chapter 7: Olivia
I glance at Jace’s door for the tenth time in just as many minutes. He has been closeted in there with his brother Dylan, while out here, I’m going crazy with lust. I ache so badly and I can’t wait for Jace to finish what he started. This is so wrong on so many levels but I can’t think about that now.
Finally, the door swings open and Dylan leaves without saying a word to me. I wait with bated breath. Will Jace call me back into his office? A minute goes by, then another. Nothing. Frustration chokes me. My cell phone vibrates with a message and I reluctantly reach for it.
My desk is untidy again. I need it arranged. And lock the office door.