Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
So what did she expect me to do?
I needed this.
The second Jackson put that whip in my hand, I fell back into the abyss Rome dragged me out of. I was a little out of my mind, a little insane. Blood lust had taken over, and now I couldn’t think straight.
Rome didn’t realize it at the moment, but this was the best thing for our relationship. I got to relieve my urges with someone who enjoyed being hurt. I got it out of my system so when I was with Rome, the dark desires were gone. I could kiss her and appreciate the softness of our embrace. I could make love to her and enjoy the closeness without wanting something more.
I didn’t have to jerk off in the shower while she was downstairs.
I didn’t have to touch myself in the office as I pictured hurting her.
All of those fantasies were gone.
Now I could just live in the moment with her.
After the workday ended, I went to her office and watched her type an email at her desk. Her back was to me, and I appreciated the way she positioned her shoulders back as she held herself with impeccable posture. No matter what the circumstance was, she always carried herself with complete grace. She could be a queen if she wanted.
She must have picked up on my presence because she glanced over her shoulder and spotted me. “Do you ever say hi?”
“No.” I placed my hands in my pockets and leaned against the doorframe, my head nearly hitting the top of it. “I don’t need to. You know when I’m here.”
She turned back to her computer and finished her email. After she sent it off, she turned off her computer and grabbed her purse from under the desk. “I only know that because I can feel you.” She rose out of the chair and joined me in the doorway.
“Where exactly can you feel me?” I stepped forward and pressed my body into hers. Without any regard to passersby in the hallway, I kissed her as my hand moved under her dress and between her legs. I found her clit through her panties, and I brushed my thumb against it with restrained aggression.
She immediately took a deep breath, her following words drowned out with a quiet moan.
I kept rubbing her, fascinated by the sexy expression she made. It was easy for me to tell when she was aroused because she practically wore it as a billboard. I was tempted to press her inside the office and kick the door behind me. I could fuck her on her desk and not give a damn what the rest of the staff thought. I owned this desk.
I owned this woman.
But Rome cut it short when she grabbed my wrist and pushed it down. “Calloway…” She stepped back and pressed her lips tightly together as she composed herself, her eyes still full of arousal and her desperation for my hand to return between her legs.
“You never answered my question.”
“You know where I can feel you, Calloway,” she said, her gaze fiery. “And it’s not there.”
“Then where?” I leaned in again, my eyes on her lips.
She grabbed my hand and placed it over her heart. “You know exactly where.”
I felt her heartbeat under my palm, beating strongly and powerfully. I knew the quick pace was caused by me and my hand, eliciting her desires from her body. Instead of focusing on the luscious curve of her tit, I focused on the warmth of her body. This woman had given herself to me in more ways than one. I had her body, but I also had her heart and soul. “I can feel you too.”
When we came home, I wasn’t interested in dinner.
I was interested in Rome.
Once we crossed the threshold, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom we shared on the third floor. I laid her down on the bed and immediately slipped off her heels. She wore a gentle smile, aroused and playful at the same time. She pressed her bare feet against my chest as she pulled down the straps of her dress.
I got my clothes off then pulled her panties from her long legs. They fell on top of my slacks where they belonged. I lifted up her dress to her waist then returned her feet to my chest. I loved having her pinned underneath me like this, like she was only mine to enjoy.
I directed my cock to her entrance and wasn’t surprised to feel the wetness that greeted me. I couldn’t recall a time when I was inside her and she wasn’t soaked. It didn’t matter if she just woke up first thing in the morning or if it was in the middle of the night. She was always ready to go—for me.