Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I continue to hold my tongue, enjoying how uneasy she’s become.
She shuffles once again in her chair, trying to adjust her dress but failing. “Can you please stop looking at me like that? It’s making me uncomfortable.”
“What way am I looking at you?” I ask, knowing exactly how I’m looking at her. I’m devouring her with my eyes. Why I feel the need to tempt myself with her, I’m not sure. She’s nothing close to the type of women I crave. She’s too young, plain as can be, right down to her pristine cream panties, and I don’t have to ask to know she’s inexperienced. Her innocence is not something I want to get involved with. Even if the thought of molding her into the perfect pet causes my pants to tent. Fuck, what I could teach those lips to do. Those hands. Her taut little body.
“You…you’re just… Ugh, like that! Can I just get that contract?”
“No.” I’m up and out of my chair, startling her with my abrupt movement. Enough of the games. This is getting ridiculous. To the point where I’m beginning to visualize her bent over my desk while I mark her bare skin with my eager palm.
“What do you mean, no? Like, no, I can’t have it? Or no, you won’t stop looking at me?” She jumps to her feet, following me as I head to the door. I open it and step aside.
“I think we’re done here. Run along, back to your babysitter’s club. I have a business to run.”
Her gasp doesn’t go unnoticed and her eyes immediately change, filling with anger. Her face, once nervous, transforms back to the same confidence she had when she first arrived. “I’m not leaving until I get that contract. Just give it to me.”
“No.”
“And why not? What’s the big deal? Just pretend I applied for it, so you have to give it to me.”
“And are you applying for it?”
Her eyes widen. “No, of course not! Do I look like I’m interested in all that sick petting shit?”
My hand is off the door handle and up around the back of her neck. My fingers are still gentle, but the urge to squeeze until she begs and submits is vehement. “What makes you think you’re not?” I lean forward, invading her personal space. “Have you ever been properly petted?” I fight not to laugh at the sudden uneasiness in her eyes.
I caress the bare flesh of her neck with my thumb, my voice dropping an octave. “Tell me, what would you do if I pushed you against this door, pressed my lips here…” I press into the spot just below her ear. “And stroke my tongue exactly where your pulse is beating erratically?”
I take a slow step toward her, closing the gap between us, and she retreats one step back. “You know what that means?” I press harder over her vein. “The way your heart rate has picked up? The way all five senses yell danger, yet your endorphins are letting off a hormonal sensor that screams curiosity even louder. You’re not one of those girls, but the fact that you haven’t bothered to fight me off yet tells me you may want to be.”
Her lips part and I get the sudden desire to shove my tongue inside her mouth. I take another step forward and get the pleasure of her body pressed against mine. I smile at her loss of confidence as she gasps, realizing her mistake. She shuffles back, and I follow step for step until her back hits the door and I have her cornered. My head dips and goose bumps rise over her skin beneath my fingertips as my warm breath coasts along her flesh.
“I’ve had my hand around your neck for over a minute and a half now,” I whisper against her earlobe. “You haven’t even screamed for help, nor tried to fight me off. Haven’t even shown a bit of defiance for someone who isn’t into ‘sick petting shit.’” I end with my mouth a hairsbreadth from her neck, her pulse so erratic, I almost feel the vibrations on my lips. Her breath quickens. If I wanted to take this farther, she’d let me. No questions asked.
But she’s far from what I need.
Jensen tilts her head slightly to the side, allowing me better access to her neck, and I release her. She stumbles back and falls limp against the door at my brute action, but I don’t bother to help steady her. “As I said, no.” I take a step to the side. “Goodnight, Ms. Jensen.” I reach for the door, enjoying the fire that ignites in her emerald green eyes.
“You…asshole.”
My grip tightens around the handle as my dick rages with need. Twice, she’s had the nerve to speak to me with such a tongue. Her mouth pisses me off, but the thought of punishing her for it turns me red hot.