Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I narrowed my eyes at him. “So, you’re telling me we’re getting ourselves all in a tizz, but it’s normal for the President and Vice-President of the company to work with their wives?”
Theo paused. “I suppose so, yes. But I think they only worked together after they were married.”
“Then we absolutely cannot discuss this with your grandfather.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can tell you exactly what he’s going to say. He’ll clap his hands together and go, ‘Then get married! Problem solved!’ and he’ll have us marching down the aisle within two weeks.”
Theo tilted his head to the side, looking over my shoulder.
“If you’re thinking that’s not such a bad idea, I suggest you shelve those thoughts immediately,” I warned him.
He looked at me with slightly pinkened cheeks. “I was just imagining marrying you, that’s all.”
“Ugh.” I covered my face with my hands. “Don’t look at me like that. Your face is a weapon.”
He laughed, peeling my hands away and leaning in. He kissed me, and the softness of his lips against mine was so comforting that it drew all the stress out of my body.
“Chloe.” Theo pulled back my head and kissed my neck. “I want you.”
“We still haven’t—ah!” I shivered when he slipped his hand between us and unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my bra. “Theo, we need to—”
“We’ve talked enough. We’ll work it out. I’m not letting you go either way.” He tugged my blouse out from my skirt and undid the last of the buttons. “You scared the life out of me earlier when you said we needed to talk. Don’t ever do it again.”
His cock pressed against my hip, and a moan escaped me as he bent his head and flicked his tongue over my nipple.
“Now you have to pay for it.”
“This doesn’t feel like much of a punishment,” I breathed, clutching his shoulder.
He pushed his hand up between my thighs, and my skirt rode up at the same time. His touch was hot as he hiked my skirt up far enough that I could part my legs, and warmth flushed through my entire body at the sensation of him stroking my clit through my underwear.
“Theo…”
He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric and licked the side of my neck. “You’re a bit too wet for someone who just wanted to talk.”
“It’s your fault. You did this to me,” I said, grabbing his face. “So, do something about it.”
A slow smile spread across his face, and he pulled his hand from between my thighs. “Gladly. Get on your knees.”
“Wha—”
“Shh, we have to be quick.” He manuevered me forwards over his lap until I was on my knees on the sofa. “Stay there while I get a condom.”
I reached back and grabbed him. “I—it’s fine.”
He froze, then leaned over me, pressing his erection against me. “Are you trying to baby-trap me, Chlo?” he asked teasingly.
“I’m on contraception, you bastard,” I said, looking over my shoulder.
He chuckled against my shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind if you were.”
“Theo? You’re talking a lot for someone who said we need to be quick, so shut up and fuck me.”
He straightened up and pulled down his trousers, freeing his cock. My skirt was still partially covering my arse, but he quickly hiked it up until it was bunched around my waist and hooked my underwear to the side.
I dropped my head down as he rubbed the head of his cock through my wetness. Theo flattened his hand against my lower back, then slowly pushed inside me.
“Shit, Chlo,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
It really did feel good.
Better than good, actually.
And it only got better when he began to move. His grip on my hips was tight, and in his position, his cock went deeper than usual, hitting places it usually didn’t. Despite his insistence that we needed to be quick, he alternated between long, slower strokes and harder, more hurried thrusts.
It was torture. Pleasure ebbed and flowed through me in waves, and he knew exactly what to do to me to draw each and every little bit out of me. I gripped the cushion in front of me as my back arched and Theo pushed even deeper inside me.
“Hold on.” He stilled inside me and reached to the side. “Hello?”
Was he… on the phone?
I jerked my head up and around to look over my shoulder.
He was. He’d answered the phone.
He grinned at me. “Yes, please bring it up to the top floor. The passcode for the elevator is one-three-six-nine.”
“What are you doing?” I mouthed.
Theo gently pulled back before easing forwards again, and I pressed my mouth against my upper arm to stop a whimper escaping me.
“You can leave it outside the door,” he said, staring into my eyes as he kept moving his hips slowly. “Yes.”
Oh, no.
I pulled the cushion towards me and covered my mouth with it, but it wasn’t enough to completely stop my moan.