Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I didn’t put you in charge. You’ve been in charge for way too long. It’s time for us mere mortals to have a turn.”
With her hands on his chest, she took her sweet time, but he had no problem with the way she rode his cock. Each stroke seemed to take him a little deeper, but what he loved most was seeing her come apart. The way her eyes closed, but then she’d flutter them open, almost as if it was an afterthought.
He couldn’t stop touching her.
He didn’t want to.
Eliza rocked on his cock, and even though he’d come for most of the day, seeing her like this, letting go, almost being naughty, fucking her boss, it was too much.
Preston let go of her hip and sucked on his thumb, getting it wet. After pressing his thumb between her thighs, he stroked over her clit, and she cried out, arching up, thrusting her tits out, and he felt her release.
He was a little surprised how quickly she came apart, but he loved watching her. Couldn’t get enough of how she let go. There was nothing false in her reaction. She was all woman, every step of the way, and he was addicted.
Gripping her hips, he sped up her thrusts, and it didn’t take long for him to join her in bliss. This time, he closed his eyes, feeling his cock and the way she milked him. It was such a shame they were using a condom.
Once they were finished, Eliza collapsed against him with a few little pants. “Wow,” she said.
He chuckled. “Wow, right back at ya.”
“I’m never like this,” she said.
“Like what?”
“Sleeping with the boss. This is something I never, ever do.”
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “After you’ve been working with me for three years, believe me, I already know. Let me take care of this condom.”
Eliza moved off his cock, and he rolled off the bed, going into the bathroom. He was about to remove it when he saw his cum leaking out of the tip.
He grabbed some tissue, and as he placed the used condom on the tissue, he saw the tear in the tip of the condom.
Fuck.
Preston glanced back toward the door.
He had to tell her.
After rolling the condom up in the tissue, he tossed it into the trash, and then he grabbed the trash bin lining, sealing it up to lift it out.
You’ve got to tell her.
Heading back into the bedroom, he saw Eliza was laid on her front, her hair giving her the just-fucked appearance, and it was his fault. He couldn’t get enough of running his fingers through the long length.
“What’s up?”
“Er…”
Eliza had no idea.
She didn’t even look suspicious. A soft smile played on her lips, and if he was to tell her the condom had broken, she’d lose all of that. She’d start to panic, look freaked out. She’d think about the premonition Melinda had given her, and with a busted condom, there was a chance.
The businessman within him, the sensible guy, was berating him to tell the truth. The guy who enjoyed Eliza’s company, who didn’t want this to end and knew the busted condom would bring it to a swift end, didn’t want to.
His selfish one over.
He placed the trash bin near the door and quickly pulled on a pair of sweats. “I’m starving. Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
“I’ll grab us some food.”
“How about pizza?” Eliza asked.
“Pizza it will be, but I’ve got to wait for it to be delivered.”
She smiled. “A sandwich will be more than fine.”
He winked at her, then left the bedroom.
Guilt flooded him. This was the wrong thing to do. He knew that without a doubt.
Running a hand down his face, he went to the kitchen and out the back, finding the trash cans against the wall. He threw the bag into the trash one.
With the evidence now out of sight, he took a step back.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the local pizza place, putting in orders for a couple of pizzas.
Entering the house, he came to a stop when he saw his father at the kitchen counter, making a sandwich.
He and Eliza hadn’t left the bedroom.
“Hey, Dad,” he said.
“Hey, son. You missed dinner.”
“Er, I know. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. To be young and to be in love.” Greg put a slice of cheese in the sandwich and took a bite.
Was that a clue to the fact his father didn’t believe the lies?
“You know all about it,” he said.
“I met an interesting man in town today. He’s not from around here. Goes by the name Aguire. Know him?”
“Dad, you know I do.”
“Yeah, he’s quite excited to meet the newly engaged couple. You see, it was a little shock to me to learn of just how new this engagement was, and I then did the math. Tell me, son, what game are you playing?”