Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Okay, she might be exaggerating about the cost of his couch. Maybe.
She pressed her thighs together. “Reuben.”
“Reuben, huh? No Prince of Darkness or SOS?”
She froze. Wait. He knew that she called him those things?
“When I first heard you muttering SOS around me, I thought that you were calling for help. But that’s not it, is it? What does it stand for, Little Blossom?”
Oh no.
She was not telling him.
She shook her head and tried to climb off his lap, but he tightened his hold on her.
“No moving. Tell me.”
“Son of Satan.” The words burst out of her.
She really, really had to pee.
“I thought it was something like that.”
“You know it’s not good for me to hold on like this, right?”
“You’re right.” He stood, cradling her in his arms. “Let’s get you to the toilet.”
Another clap. She saw lightning flash. That was it, she was done.
She’d hit her limit.
She couldn’t do this anymore. Being in charge. Doing it all. It was so darn tiring.
What he was offering was too tempting to ignore. At least for tonight. And if she changed her mind tomorrow . . . well, that was tomorrow’s problem.
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“My answer is yes! Yes, help me.” She wrapped her arms around him with a cry. “But only for tonight.”
There was no way she could commit to more.
As much as her body seemed to want to.
“Hmm. I don’t like limits, baby. So we’ll see,” he told her as he carried her into his private bathroom, which was attached to his office.
He stopped and let her slide down his body, her feet hitting the tile floor.
“Nice bathroom,” she said, looking around. There was a full shower, as well as a toilet and vanity.
Suddenly, he crouched in front of her, drawing her skirt up to her hips.
“What are you doing?” she squealed. She grabbed at her skirt, trying to push it back down, but he lightly slapped her hands.
“Stop.”
“Reuben,” she whispered. “You can’t.”
Reuben stared up at her, his face directly in front of her panty-clad pussy.
This was so embarrassing.
And yet, for some weird reason, she found herself kind of aroused.
Maybe because you’re thinking about him leaning forward and parting your thighs, then running his tongue along your pussy lips . . .
Stop. Just stop.
The last thing you need is to get turned on.
“Can you please leave?” she begged.
“No. You gave me control. So I’m in charge.”
“How is that different from any other day?” she grumbled as he reached for her panties.
“Because now you get punished when you disobey.”
She placed her hands over her pussy, hiding herself from him as he drew them down.
Thank God she’d shaved this morning. That would’ve been embarrassing, having him see her stubble.
Really?
That’s what you’re worried about? Your boss seeing a bit of hair on your pussy?
And not the fact that he was actually seeing . . . her . . . pussy.
“Move your hands,” he demanded.
“Please, leave.”
Reuben glanced up at her. “You’re not in charge right now, Little Blossom. Remember?”
Dear Lord.
“And that means you don’t have to think or worry, because I’m doing all of that for you, Little Blossom.”
Another clap of thunder. Why wasn’t this storm going away?
“I’m scared.”
“Something else you don’t have to be with me in charge,” he told her steadily.
God, it must be nice to be so confident. To not worry about everything.
She had no idea what that felt like because she worried about everything. Then she worried about it again and again.
It was ridiculous.
So maybe you could let him be in charge tonight. For however long you’re here.
Sure. Although he seemed to think this arrangement would go beyond tonight. But that was impossible.
Faith pushed all of that out of her mind as she moved her hands away from her pussy. “I am going to be so embarrassed about this tomorrow.”
“No, you’re not because you’re only doing what I tell you,” he told her firmly. “Sit.”
She sat.
Okay, she couldn’t believe she’d just done that. Without thinking it through.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said.
What was what he thought?
“Pee, Little Blossom.”
“I can’t.” Tears slid down her face.
“Baby, you can pee. Just relax for me.”
“My bladder won’t let go. I’m trying.” The pressure was so painful by now that she was once more close to tears.
He turned the tap until water ran into the sink.
All right, that was better, but she still wasn’t there yet.
“All right, I’ll leave.”
“No!” she cried out, tears welling.
Okay, she was being ridiculous now.
“Shh. It’s all right.” Crouching, he slid his hands to her inner thighs. “Close your eyes. Breathe in, then out slowly.”
Faith closed her eyes, breathing in and out. He lightly stroked the inside of her thighs. Okay, that was arousing yet relaxing.
Weird how it could be both.
To her relief, she started to go. It was embarrassing how long she peed for. Another clap of thunder had her crying out and grabbing his shoulders.