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)
But Hannah wasn't one of those women. Despite his suspicions about her general lack of experience, he knew this was different because she worked for him. She was definitely ashamed. He hated that thought and was going to make it his top priority to talk to her first thing in the morning.
He walked to the elevator and nodded to the cleaning staff in the lobby.
She needed to get over her fears about their work life. Because the sex was absolutely amazing and he did not want to have to lose that. She was incredibly open. And he was constantly blown away by how absolutely gorgeous she was. And the way she said his name...
Elliott shook his head. He needed to stop thinking about her so much. It was becoming a bit too much. She was going to be an amazing fling. That was all there was to it. But as he got into his car, he had a nagging feeling he was lying to himself.
Hannah let herself into her apartment and locked the door behind her. She walked to her bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes through her house as she undressed. The heat of the shower helped soothe her sore body. No one was meant to fall asleep in that awkward position. Her thighs felt like cinder blocks.
She needed to stop sleeping with him. The thought caught her off-guard and she laughed at herself. Why couldn't she resist him? The second he was within six inches of her, her brain just went to mush. Any reservations she was firmly holding onto, slipped away. Granted, he was gorgeous. No woman would be able to deny how sexy that man was. But he wasn't overly kind or charming.
Hannah let the overly hot water run down her body for a long few minutes. The man was truly talented with sex though. She never would have thought she would be a woman who would be into a man being so dominant and demanding. She definitely didn't think she would tolerate, let alone enjoy, being pinned, or slapped, or choked. But she did. Every pore of Elliott's body screamed with dominance. And every inch of her wanted to be dominated by him.
She should have screwed around more in college. Maybe she could have built up some kind of defenses to her own body's desires. It was extremely difficult to deny herself something that she had been ignoring for so many years. Her lady bits clearly had a mind of their own and she didn't stand a chance.
And as much as she wanted to hate herself for it, a darker, larger part of herself was enjoying it. It was wonderful to realize she could experience a healthy sex life. She had gotten to the point where she didn't even recognize she was a sexual creature anymore. It was easy to forget after a while. But when someone comes around and brings that part out of the dark, it was all-consuming.
She wished he wasn't her boss. A little voice even suggested she quit just so she could enjoy him without having to worry about the consequences. If there was ever a man she wanted to spent a night staying up and doing nasty things with, it was none other than the impressive Elliott Michaels. He was the perfect lover, giving but also very demanding.
Apparently all those things she had read about female orgasms and how long they take and whatnot- were not entirely true. She just needed someone who knew how to work her body. She was sure that if she spent a full night with Elliott, he would make her orgasm enough times to make those sex scientists tear up their papers.
Hannah climbed out of the shower, wrapping herself tightly in a towel and carefully drying her hair just enough so that it didn't drip all over her. She walked out to the kitchen, grabbing the tea kettle and putting it on the stove before rummaging around in the refrigerator for something to eat. Suddenly she was ravenous. She forgot she even had a appetite lately.
She sat down and plowed through two yogurts and a bowl of sugary cereal. It was pretty much all she had left in the house to eat that was any good.
Hannah sat down with her tea, cradling it between her hands and considering her situation. She didn't want to stop sleeping with Elliott. But she also knew it was bound to blow up in her face if she didn't put a stop to it. She wondered if maybe she and Elliott sat down and talked about it if she would feel better. He had to value her as an employee. And he obviously wanted to keep having sex with her too.
Maybe they could be two rational adults about it.
Hannah felt satisfied at that idea, though she knew she would lack the courage to ever bring the subject up to him. She glanced up to the counter, expecting to see Ricky running around his cage.