Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” she muttered before her body stiffened.
He didn’t move back, instead he braced his arms on either side of her, lowering his head to sniff her neck. Brushing his lips along the scarred skin, he reveled in her slight shiver.
“Hello, beautiful.”
“Wha…what are you doing, my lord?”
He smiled and kissed her neck. “Making my intentions clear.”
“Intentions for what?”
“Mmm. I am sure you can figure that out. Why are you not working at my desk?” He moved to the other side of her neck and provided it with the same attention.
Her gasp pushed lead into his cock, yet he couldn’t stop his arrogant smirk when she tipped her head, offering him better access. Not a lot, but hell, he’d take anything.
“This desk is adequate.”
“I like you at my desk.” He nipped her skin and a low moan rolled from her lips. “I have fantasies of you there. With me.” God, he couldn’t get over how she smelled. “One of my favorites is when you are sitting on the desk and I am in the chair.”
Her breath caught and he tugged on her braid enough to make sure she still listened.
“I slide your dress up, exposing those incredible thighs to my gaze. Push you back and get between your legs.”
Her grip on the pen in her hand tightened to the point he could see white in her knuckles. The pulse beneath his lips skittered.
“Then I spread you wide, move aside that cotton hiding your treasure and put my mouth—”
“Lord Edais,” she gasped.
He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Oh, so you know that one and how it ends then? I have many others. Would you like to hear them?”
She nodded even as the words from her mouth contradicted that.
He didn’t take offense, understanding she was still fighting what was obvious to him. They belonged together. “I am happy to share them if you want to hear. Better yet, I will show them to you.”
“We have to work, my lord.”
Turning her head so they were eye to eye, he stared at her. Phillip loved the flush to her skin, and it didn’t hurt to know it was there because of him. This woman was going to be magnificent when he got to make love to her. He couldn’t wait to see how flushed she got.
“One kiss, Fyre.”
“Were you not just kissing my neck?”
“I was sampling.”
She laughed and tried to stop but he took possession of her mouth, eating her joy. Stiff one second, the next, Fyre melted into him. Alarms went off in his head but he couldn’t focus on them because everything he had paid attention to the woman he was kissing.
The subtle shifts she made, getting closer. The way she whimpered when his tongue thrust deep. How she mewled in disappointment when he withdrew. And how she purred when he nipped her lower lip.
Nothing else mattered. He closed his hand around her neck, holding her there as he upped the intensity of the kiss. He slid his left hand around her side and cupped it over one breast.
Her gasp shattered him.
The air in the room shifted and he pulled himself back under control. Tweaking her nipple, he released her breast and flattened one hand on the desktop, his other still around her neck. Another nip to her lower lip and he drew back just enough to see her hazy eyes refocus.
“One taste will never be enough of you, Fyre.” He tightened his hold on her neck and loved the flare of passion in her eyes. “We have work to do, or your bodyguard will drag me off you.”
“Damon?”
He narrowed his eyes. Another fast kiss and he shook his head. “No other man’s name leaves your mouth when we are kissing or doing things.”
“That does not even hold any logic—”
He kissed her quiet. “Ever.”
“Has anyone told you that you are a very demanding man?”
He smirked and cupped her cheek. “Yes. But with you, I’m possessive.”
“How is that fair? You can be possessive, but if I see you with Miss Asherford or whomever, I have to just walk by.”
He put them nose to nose, pride thrumming through him. “Are you saying you want to be possessive as well?” Phillip barely breathed as he waited for her response.
“Yes.” She swallowed. “I want to be allowed to be possessive as well.”
“With?” God, his heart pounded as he waited for words he so desperately longed to hear.
He watched her thick, curved lashes lower, pause, then lift, allowing him to see her eyes again.
“With you.”
“Then be fucking possessive.” Breathing had become a serious chore. He stood straight and stepped back. “You want me, Fyre. Come get me.”
Phillip’s words echoed in her ears and her heart. Beyond him, at the door, she saw Damon standing there. She liked the man and had invited him into her place a few times to eat something. She felt bad he had to watch over her.