Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he says on a harsh breath.
When he’s to the hilt, I let my head fall back, a loud moan escaping me as I start to ride him slowly. He brings an arm around me. I gasp loudly when he slides his hand underneath my shirt and starts playing with my nipples, as I move.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says, low into my ear. “So hot fucking me in my office like this.”
My stomach clenches. His words drive me to pick up the speed a little, and I start riding him harder, faster.
“Oh my. . .oh my. . .holy shit, Lach,” I whisper.
“I know, baby” he groans, pressing his face into my neck. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking good. Turn around.”
I keep riding him, eyes rolling back, too lost in the way he feels inside me to comply with his request. He removes his hand from underneath my shirt and slaps my ass hard. I inhale sharply and arch my back, but keep going.
“Now,” he says through gritted teeth, squeezing my ass. “Get on my desk.”
I shiver, standing up slowly until he pops out of me. I look at his desk. It’s not full of papers, but it’s not empty. I look at the couches in the corner and wonder if maybe we should go over there instead.
“We’ll get there,” he says, voice gruff. “Today, I want you on my desk.”
“How do you want me?” I ask, bending over his desk and wiggling my ass as I look up at him.
His eyes darken as he takes me in. He closes them and takes a deep breath before he stands between my legs. I grab the other edge of the desk, so I’m spread completely across it. He winds my hair in his hand, making my chest come off the desk, and thrusts into me slowly. I set my hands on the desk and push back onto him.
“Jesusfuckingchrist,” he mutters under his breath, as he lets go of my hair.
He pushes my back so I’m on my chest again, and starts fucking me so deep and hard that everything out of my mouth becomes incoherent. I feel the pressure building, but he stops suddenly and pulls out.
“No,” I start, but he lifts and turns me so I’m on my back, pulls my legs up as he spreads them, and thrusts into me with enough force to pull the orgasm I was on the cusp of out of me.
He keeps fucking me until I’m close to another one, pressing his thumb against my clit as he watches my face. He slams into me three more times, and we both go overboard. I can’t breathe. I don’t know how my feet get back on the ground, but Lach envelops me in his arms as we catch our breath.
“I like your office,” I say quietly.
He laughs against me. “I like having you in my office.”
CHAPTER 49
LYLA
When we finally walk out of his office, he holds my hand and introduces me to everyone on his floor. He does the same on every floor of the building that he visits, including Liam’s. When we get to Liam and he sees us holding hands with smiles on our faces, he grins.
“Finally.” He looks at my left hand, and I step closer to show off my ring. “Oh, trust me, I’ve seen the ring more times than I can count.”
I laugh, shaking my head. Lachlan grumbles something. And Liam smiles and explains to me what he’s doing. He can’t explain much without getting into details, but it sounds crazy nonetheless. We say goodbye to him and tell him we’ll see him downstairs to head out to lunch together, and Lachlan keeps walking me around the security department.
“This place is insane,” I whisper-shout, to not disturb everyone on their computers.
“You have no idea,” he says, tugging my hand and leading me down another long hall.
He stops in front of a door and knocks. On the other side, I hear a familiar voice give us permission to step inside.
Oh. My. God. I try not to laugh when I see Sean sitting behind the desk. He raises an eyebrow when he sees us, and laughs as he stands and walks around the desk. I can only imagine what he must be thinking, since I told him he might know Lachlan freaking Duke. I let go of Lach’s hand and wait for Sean to greet us properly, because that’s what he looks like he wants to do.
“Mr. Duke, always a pleasure,” he says, shaking Lach’s hand.
“Likewise,” Lach says. “I’m showing her around the building,” he says. “This is Lyla, my fiancée, and very soon-to-be wife.”
My eyes shoot to Lach’s and I have to bite back a laugh at the mischief in them.
“We’ve met. Great to see you again, Lyla.” Sean grins, as he takes my hand in his.