Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
The sweetest sigh falls from her lips, and she presses against the desk when her legs go weak. Power fills every cell in my body. This is what my touch does to her. She’s melting like butter in a hot pan. Only I can do this to her. Nobody else, and I won’t let her forget it.
I work the fabric up around her waist before setting her on the edge of the desk, then I move between her thighs. Fuck, she is so beautiful and ready for me. I move her white panties to the side with my fingers and am greeted with a flood of arousal. She’s drenched, her bare pussy glistening. The juices coat her lips, and my mouth waters. I trace the seam of her pretty pussy, wanting to taste her. I need to touch her. I’m fucking gone for this woman.
“Have you been thinking about giving this pussy to anybody else?” I whisper, savoring her gasp when I slide a finger deep inside her silky heat. Her cunt grips it, greedy for more.
“No.” She sighs.
Such a fucking pretty pussy. I can’t help it. I add a second finger, stretching her tight channel. Her helpless moans are like music washing over me. She fights to hold them back, her lips pressing together to hide her pleasure.
“None of those little boys in the office?”
“Never.” Her head falls back, and her chest heaves. “Never.”
“You’re fucking right. Because this belongs to me. You belong to me.” Her pussy is dripping, her arousal coating my hand.
“Yes. I do.” I’m not sure if she knows what she’s saying. She’s too deep in what she’s feeling. It’s her pussy doing the talking.
It doesn’t mean she’s wrong. She’s mine.
Her pussy rocks to meet my strokes. “Oh… Callum…”
“Shh.” Leaning over her, I press my palm to her mouth while I continue to finger-fuck her with the other. “You don’t want anybody to know our little secret, do you?”
Giving her head a light shake, her eyes bulge a moment before they roll back. All I can do is smile. She’s under my complete control. I know what she needs. She needs a man to dominate her. Nothing gets her wetter than being told what to do and how to do it. She seems to like it best when I take away her choices and force her to accept what I’m offering. She fucking loves it. No wonder she’s always been drawn to me.
The way I’ve been drawn to her.
“Come on my fingers,” I whisper, running my tongue over the sensitive flesh below her ear. “Get them good and wet so I can lick them clean.”
She lets out a pitiful whimper, jerking her hips faster. Chasing her high, working herself closer and closer to the edge. I can feel her tightening around me, and I wish like hell my cock was inside of her right now, getting ready to feel her explode.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight. My cock is envious of my fingers right now.” I work my fingers faster and harder, rubbing that sweet spot and scissoring the digits.
“Boss?”
Fuck. My heart lurches in my chest, and I go still. Romero, of all the fucking times. My fingers are still inside her, gripped by her clenching muscles. She was so close. “Yeah?” I grunt.
The knob rattles. “What’s going on? I have those names you wanted.”
“Can it wait?” I croak. Bianca’s gone still, her orgasm forgotten. She’s too busy staring up at me, looking to me for direction. The fear of being caught shines in her eyes.
“You said you needed these names by the end of the day. Now it’s okay to wait? Are you sure you’re okay?” He tries the knob again. Fucking bastard. He’s not going to stop until he sees me.
“Under the desk, quick,” I whisper, backing away while wiping my fingers on my pants. I’m pissed I didn’t get to lick them clean like I wanted.
“What?” she whispers, but I’m already shoving her beneath the desk. After hesitating a second, she crawls on her hands and knees until she’s disappeared. I toss the purse after her. There’s no evidence she was ever here.
Meanwhile, Romero hasn’t given up. The doorknob continues to jingle. “I will kick this fucking door down.”
“For fuck’s sake, give me a minute!” Once she’s set, I cross the room and unlock the door, but leave it closed. “Jesus Christ, give a man the chance to get his shit together before you break the door down.”
“You don’t normally lock the door.”
I sink into my chair, then ease it partly underneath the desk. There’s more than enough room for both my legs and Bianca. She squeezes between them, sitting like an angel.
Is she thinking what I’m thinking? My cock thickens again after only just going soft. She’s shown me a side of her I didn’t know existed. How far can I make her go?