Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
My cock springs free, jutting against my stomach, and when Piper’s fingers wrap around it, I lean my elbow hard against the desk, clench my hand into a fist, and bite on it hard.
From the other side, it looks like I’m focused on what the client’s saying, but my whole body is hyper-aware of Piper. My eyes stray to her, and it’s the worst thing I could have done because the moment our gazes lock, she spits on her hand and begins stroking me in a way that has my muscles straining.
“Is that alright, Parker? But of course, I’m definitely not gonna try to mess with your style, man.”
“Yeah, yeah. Absolutely. No problem.”
I have no idea what the fuck I just agreed to, but holy mother of God, my loins are so tight they’re about to burst. I’m trying my damnedest to concentrate, but Piper has taken things to the next level.
She repositions herself so her forearms are on my thighs, and she darts her tongue out to lick the bead of precum.
I rake my nails along my scalp and grab fistfuls of hair, briefly lowering my gaze only to find her opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around me.
“Do you have any changes to the contract?”
With all the strength I can muster, I interlock my fingers and rest my chin on them, nodding absentmindedly.
“Okay. What changes?”
“What? I mean, no. No changes. All good.”
He nods. “Okay. A couple of things more.”
That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. With a click, I close my camera and tell him, “Hi sorry. My connection is spotty, but my audio’s all good. Is this alright?”
“Oh, sure. No problem. We’re just discussing a few more things. Anyway, you kind of know the drill since you’ve worked with me for so long already.”
“Okay. I’m all ears.”
I push back the chair, making sure the legs don’t scrape the floor, and pull Piper from under the desk.
There’s a playful twinkle in her eyes, and her face is flushing from arousal and excitement. This is definitely not how I pictured her to be, and fuck it, it’s so much better than all my filthy fantasies put together.
“Stay quiet while I fuck you,” I tell her, my voice low to make sure only she can hear.
Her mouth parts, but she nods, chewing on her bottom lip. I turn her around, and her palms rest on my desk. She’s still wearing her nightgown, so I hike the pink silk material around her waist and pull her panties down, letting them pool around her ankle. She’s bent at her waist and her pink pussy glistens.
“No problem with the proposed fees, I assume? I told him we need to give you more than your usual.”
“Yep, no problem,” I respond while I fist my cock and slide it into Piper’s already-drenched pussy.
Fuck.
With me hunching over her back, my lips brush her temple while my finger teases her clit. I know I won’t last long like this, but I have to. She has to come first—literally and figuratively.
I work doubly hard to stave off my orgasm while doing everything I can to make her come apart. I can’t slam my hips forward since I risk my laptop falling or creating rattling sounds.
Instead, I take her with long, slow, drawn-out thrusts. I bury myself to the hilt, pull out, then do it again. All the while, my hands don’t stop working on her sensitive button and tits.
It doesn’t take long before pleasure wracks her body in waves, and my own climax slams into me. My breath comes in short bursts while she flutters around me, wringing rope after rope of warm come.
I draw out and tuck myself away, and Piper lowers her nightgown and pulls her panties back. With a smirk, I smack her ass and bite her earlobe. “Such a good girl staying quiet.”
Piper is busy taking out eggs, sausages, cheddar cheese, and milk from the fridge. She casts me a curious look over her shoulder. “No bacon?”
“That’s so mean. Take it back.” I turn to Thor who’s lying near my chair. “She’s joking, Thor. She doesn’t mean that.”
Piper just chuckles and starts beating the eggs. I watch her, mesmerized. I must have it so bad to be this entranced by someone who’s cooking an omelet in my kitchen. “Baby, I have a question.”
She cuts open the package for the sausages and takes out two. Then, she shrugs and takes out two more before pouring the egg into the pan and starting cooking. “Sure. What is it?”
“Why did you hate me?”
Piper adds cheese and folds the egg. She lowers the heat and spins to me, grabbing the half-full glass in front of her. “For the record, I never hated you.”
“Hmm. Can’t really blame you if you did. I liked pushing your buttons. It was the only way for you to notice me.”