Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
He kisses me, hard and deep, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. I inhale a sharp breath as his lips seal around mine and our tongues tangle. My body folds into his arms as the world around me slips away. I'm not at work anymore. He's not my boss anymore. We're two people caught in a whirlwind. Allowing nature and desire to take over, and forgetting everything else.
The tips of his fingers massage my scalp, and he kisses me even deeper, driving his tongue longingly into my mouth. It feels like he's wanted this forever, like we’re long-lost lovers and we found each other again.
Nothing about this feels awkward or weird. His hands fit around my head perfectly. His lips mold to mine like lost pieces of a puzzle. And as he pulls me in closer, spinning me around so my back slams against the wall, it's like our bodies know each other already.
“Fuck, I've wanted to do this all damn day,” he says against my lips. “All I've been thinking about is taking you, fucking you, and making you scream my name.”
I moan, slipping my hands through his hair. My nails rake his scalp and I grab fistfuls of his hair, tugging hard. Monroe growls as he moves his mouth down my neck.
“You're a dirty girl, aren't you?” he asks, dragging the sharp edges of his teeth across my skin. “You like this. You want me to take you right here.”
“Yes,” I breathe out the word as I tug his hair again.
Monroe smiles, softly biting the curve of my jaw as he kisses across my neck from one side to the other. My head falls back against the wall. I don't feel the cold steel or the perspiration in my hair from the wall. My body is on fire all over.
His huge hand slips down my chest and grabs my breast. With sheer force he rips the buttons open on my jacket, causing several to pop off and fall to the floor. His hand is up my shirt, and he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“God damn, Arisa, I'm so fucking hard.” Jerking his hips forward, he pushes his dick against my waist. “You feel that?” he asks. I moan in response. “I've never been so hard before.”
His lips crush against mine again, causing my breath to hitch as his hands keep moving down my body. They ride over my ribs, and around to my ass. He grabs my ass with force and pulls me in, forcing my pussy against his full erection.
My hands tear more of his hair, taking as much as I can in my fists and yanking. He grunts as he exhales into our kiss. His tongue swirls around mine as desperate fingers rip open the button on my pants.
Deep down in the back of my brain I know this wrong. I know that this a slippery slope that could ruin both of us. His reputation, any future I might want in this industry. And yet, I smash the thoughts into oblivion, refusing them.
He's all I want right now.
Releasing his hair, I fumble open the button on his pants. He pulls his face away, his eyes pausing on mine for a single second. They're full and greedy. I can see the hunger. I can see the urge. I can see the need like a savage beast that's finally being set free.
He flips me around and pushes my shoulders forward. I slap open palms against the wall as he works my pants down my thighs. The cold air skips across my hot skin sending goosebumps rolling across my body.
“Hard or soft?” he asks, whispering in my ear.
I look back over my shoulder. “I'm yours for the taking.”
“Good,” he says as he slides his hand up my spine and tangles his fingers in my hair. “That's exactly what I wanted to hear.” He yanks my head back hard, making me gasp.
My eyes snap shut as Monroe rubs his thick cock up and down my ass. He smacks my ass, and grunts softly. Pushing the center of my back down with his hand, he forces my ass higher.
“Fuck me,” I say. I'm watching him from over my shoulder, arching my back hard, and pressing my pussy against his shaft. “I can't wait anymore.”
My silky juice slips over his tip. He tempts my entrance, pushing in just the very tip. A mere inch, and nothing more before he pulls away and grins. “How bad do you want me?” he asks, curling my hair tighter around his fist.
“So damn bad.”
He thrusts in a little further, then pulls back out. “How bad?”
“Really fucking bad.” I push my ass back, trying to force him all the way inside.
Monroe yanks my head and holds my ass so I can't move back any further. “You said I was in control.”