Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
She sighed heavily. “I’m hoping I can rely on you for a decent referral after all this. I would appreciate it if you could look past our… personal differences… and focus on my work product. I’ll need something when I start searching for another position.”
She was twisting the knife but I continued to ignore her as I unbuckled my belt and whipped it through the loops before wrapping it in a circle and tossing it on top of the other contents of the bowl.
Truth be told, my rage was such that I didn’t trust myself with the belt around her.
She sighed again. “Are you going to say anything?”
I straightened my shoulders and tilted my head to one side, then the other, cracking my neck. “Yes… Run.”
“What?”
I shrugged out of my tuxedo jacket. “I suggest you run because you are not going to like what happens when I catch you.”
Her audible gasp was all I heard before she took off down the hallway, leaving only her crumpled blanket on the floor in her wake.
Gathering the items I had purchased earlier, I followed.
Before I could turn the corner, she had slammed the nearest bedroom door shut.
I had planned on doing this in the main bedroom but one of the guest rooms would suffice.
Without bothering to knock, I stepped back and kicked the door open.
Eddie was standing in the center of the room but she quickly scurried to the far corner. “I know you’re mad—”
I denied it. “Mad? Babygirl, I’m looking at mad in the rearview mirror.”
The items I was holding got tossed into the center of the bed.
Her eyes widened at the lube, butt plug, spider gag and other toys.
“Hell no!”
The corner of my mouth lifted as I untucked my tuxedo shirt and pulled it over my head. “Screaming here will help you even less than back at my office.”
She started for the doorway.
I blocked her path, kicking the door shut. “Not so fast.”
“Harrison. Let’s talk about this.”
I shook my head. “Too late. I wanted to talk. You said no.”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
I stalked toward her. “So have I. Take off your clothes.”
“What happens if I say no?”
I shrugged. “I tear them off.”
“You can’t do this.”
I tilted my head to the side, observing her. “Tell you what, babygirl. Prove to me you’re not turned on right now at the idea of being forced to submit to me, and I’ll turn right around and leave.”
She swallowed. “Of course, I’m not turned on. You’re my boss—former boss. You have a fiancée—”
“A fake fiancée as part of a business agreement.”
“What’s the difference?”
“For one, I have no intention of fucking her. Unlike my intentions toward you.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, that’s not going to happen because I’ve already told you I’m not turned on.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to need to see some evidence proving it.”
“How am I supposed to—”
I flicked my eyes down then back up.
She shook her head. “Oh, no! No way.”
“Do you want to get out of here or not?”
Her gaze traveled around the room.
I smirked. “You’re wasting your time. The only way out is through me—or under me.”
“I could sue you for this.”
“I’ll save you the time. How much do you want as a settlement? A million? Two? Ten? I’ll pay it.”
Her shoulders slumped. “How am I supposed to prove it to you?”
“Turn around and place your hands on the wall.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she did as she was told.
I approached her, already smelling the warmth of her skin and the faint remnants of her perfume.
She was wearing a gray hoodie with I Heart NY on it and a pair of leggings.
Stepping behind her, I ordered, “Kick off your sneakers.”
She inhaled a trembling breath but slipped out of her simple canvas sneakers.
Standing close but not touching her, I said, “Now slide off your leggings.”
She turned her head to glance at me over her shoulder.
I barked, “Face the wall.”
She whipped her head forward again. Then she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and slowly bent in half as she pulled them down over her hips and thighs until they pooled at her feet.
She hissed the moment my hands spanned her naked hips under the long hem of her hoodie.
“Step out of your leggings and push your hips back.”
Her breathing was labored as she slowly did as I commanded.
Aching to touch her, but refusing myself the pleasure until she admitted defeat, I kicked her leggings away and nudged her legs open further with my foot.
She was now doubled over, her palms pressed against the wall with her hips pushed out.
I knelt behind her.
“What are you—”
I cut her off. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
After placing my hands on the backs of her thighs, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her sweet, fully aroused pussy. I moaned. “Tastes like winning.”
“It doesn’t prove anything.”