Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“Are you coming, Ms. Mathers?” I look up at him, and he’s glaring at my phone.
Not yet. “This is going to be a bad idea. I don’t have anything with me.”
“It’s fine. Elizabeth has brought over a bunch of things for you to choose from. You can do it in the limo.” Who the hell is Elizabeth? I don’t ask because obviously, my sister knows who the woman is. Why am I bothered by the fact that she could be his woman? How does he know my size anyway? Does he buy stuff for my sister? She’s never said anything like that before. Oh, my God. Has she been fucking him and keeping it a secret? He came onto me in the kitchen, and if that guy didn’t interrupt us, I’m sure he would have said and done more. Do they have an arrangement?
“Let’s go,” he barks out, looking ridiculously sexy when he’s bossy.
“I have a headache, and my feet hurt. I think I should take the rest of the day off.”
“You can relax on the plane.” I stand up and still feel like a foal, having not managed to get my footing in these things. “Come here.” I do, and that’s when he takes my purse and flips me over his shoulder.
“Hey, I can walk,” I inform him with a huff.
“Not without breaking your damn legs or making us late. Next time no heels,” Mr. King warns. Slapping my ass, he marches me out of the office.
“That’s not professional. People are going to say something.”
“Let them. It won’t matter for much longer.” We get into the elevator, and he hits something, inserting a key as well. It takes us straight down to the basement without interruption. The limo is waiting for us. The driver quirks his brow, looking at us strangely before correcting his expression. Mr. King barely slides me down his hard body before putting me in the back and then follows. I look over, and there are two large bags from a store I sure as hell can’t afford. Hell, I’m not sure my sister can afford these. “Go ahead, pick what you like. I’ll have the rest returned.”
“How do you have my size?” I forget myself.
“They have your size from that time when the waitress bumped you last month, and we had to get you replacements.”
“Oh. Totally forgot.” He scoffs, not believing me. Does he really know that I’m not Alyssa? Can he know? She would have had to tell me if something were up with him or it would be awkward, which it totally is. I’m turned on and annoyed all at once.
“Just try them on, Ms. Mathers.” He rubs between his eyes in frustration. How can he be such an ass, and I still want to climb on his lap?
“I can’t do that in the car,” I insist, looking toward the driver and then back to him.
He presses a button, and the divider separates us from the driver. Once it’s fully closed, he says, “I meant on the plane, but I won’t mind a show right now.”
“I bet you won’t.” I look straight at his cock that jerks to attention in his slacks.
“Sweetheart. I told you about staring at him.”
“Shouldn’t you do something about it?”
“I’m telling you to stop staring at it, or I’m going to forget every ounce of professionalism and pull it out. You’ll be on your knees, sucking out every last drop of cum.” I clench my thighs together because my pussy loves that idea more than I should.
“Enough,” he growls, pulling me onto him, so my stomach is on his thighs. His hand creeps up my thighs. “You have a fucking smart mouth that should have you out on your ass.”
I interrupt him, afraid of costing my sister my job. “Please don’t fire me.”
“I have a much better idea.” He cups my ass over the skirt before grabbing the hem and lifting it over my hips, revealing my ass and thong, which is soaked with need. I feel the sting before I can react to him. I cry out, but his other hand comes over my mouth, muffling it. Then he pushes a finger into my mouth. “Suck.” His hand comes down again on the other cheek, and I whimper, aching for more. He does it three more times, and I’m sure that his pants are getting wet from my need.
“Are you wet?” I don’t answer because I want to see what he’s going to do. “I asked you a question, Ms. Mathers. Are you wet?” I nod, but his hand comes down on my ass again. “I want to hear it.”
“Yes, Mr. King.”
“Since you’re a little liar, I’m going to check for myself.” His fingers slide under the thong and down between my legs. I hear and feel him rub my wet, sensitive flesh. “You’re very wet.” He sat me up off his lap and back into my seat, causing me to gasp and pout.