Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
His hand slid down his body, reaching for his cock that was standing out hard again. He grasped it tightly in his palm, his other hand resting against the cool tile shower. He stroked his hot, hard cock in a punishing slow pace thinking of Hannah's fingers rubbing over his sensitive tip and down his shaft. The cool water washed down him as he pulled himself faster, harder, until he was straining for breath. He thought of her tight pussy pulsing around his cock, pulling him impossibly tighter as she reached her orgasm. Elliott cursed loudly, slamming his hand against the wall as his cock twitched and the cum came rushing out of him, wave after wave. His legs felt weighted as he stood under the water, recovering his breath.
Hell, if the memory of sex with her could cause such an intense orgasm, he knew he needed her again. He needed her on all fours so he could tug her hair as she came. He needed her on her knees, his cock buried deep inside her mouth. He needed her riding him with her unabashed desire. He needed her pushed up against a wall, her legs around his waist as he pounded inside her with every bit of force he possessed.
Elliott sighed, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around his waist.
Clear-headed, he knew why she left. She hadn't wanted that to happen. She had no intention of ever even kissing him again. But she hadn't objected. She hadn't so much as tried to pull away. He wouldn't have had it in him to coax her into it. It felt wrong to use a position of power. No employee would feel safe turning him down. Which was tantamount to rape in his book. But he knew she didn't want them to fall into bed. She wanted to retain a professional relationship with him. So when she had woken up, her desire sated, and realized the repercussions of their actions... she had panicked and left.
He couldn't imagine what she had thought of what happened. He wished he had woken up when she had. He wished he could have pulled her back into bed and taken her again, quickly, slowly before the regret could set in. It bothered him knowing she was feeling regret. It had been an amazing experience for them both and she was wishing it had never happened.
It didn't matter to her how strong her orgasm was... how it had her trembling for a full ten minutes afterward. How her body had been so overwhelmed that she hadn't been able to control her tumultuous emotions and she had cried quietly.
Being inexperienced worked against her with understanding that this was no ordinary affair. There was something there. He had had more than his share of women and affairs in his life and nothing had ever felt even close to the intensity he felt with Hannah. They owed it to themselves to explore it to its fullest.
It didn't have to have repercussions into their work life. She didn't have to worry about awkwardness or her job security.
But she didn't know that. She had left before he could reassure her. She had woken up feeling worried about things he couldn't ease her mind about. He closed his eyes against the realization of how she must have felt about herself, collecting her clothes and sneaking out of his house.
She wasn't the kind of woman who wouldn't berate herself about a lapse in her personal judgment. She kept herself so tightly controlled that this must have been killing her.
Elliott walked around his room, picking up the discarded items of his clothing. He was going to have to find a way to discuss it with her. He laughed a little realizing how well his last attempt at talking to her went. If he tried to bring it up and she looked over at him with those expressive eyes, he knew he was going to take her right then and there.
Not that there would be anything wrong with that, but he needed to get through to her.
He piled his clothes on top of the closed hamper and walked around the bed. Squinting he saw something poking out from underneath. Kneeling down, he pulled out a small slip of tan cotton.
Her panties.
Elliott smiled, a big, awkward smile he wasn't used to. She had left her panties.
Well, he was just going to have to return them to her, wasn't he?
CHAPTER TEN
Her stomach was twisted in knots before she even got out of bed the next morning. She walked to the bathroom feeling nauseated at having to face him. She winced, feeling a soreness between her legs she hadn't expected. It was going to be a long day.
She had spent an hour trying home remedies to get rid of the hickeys on her neck. Ice, peppermint oil, aloe vera, scraping it with a fork. To no avail. With growing agitation, she applied three different kinds of makeup and reduced the angry red and purple splotches to a dark shadow under cake makeup. So she pulled her long black hair and tied it into a loose braid on that side of her neck which seemed to keep her secret hidden.