Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
The pleasure this produces in her is goddamn addictive. Those shy yet excited moans return. She grabs the back of my head as I suck her nipple, tasting her sweat, tasting her lust. Her core makes wet, soppy noises as I rub her even faster, her needy clit feeling like it swells with each stroke.
When she starts to shudder, I know her orgasm is close. It drives me feral. There are no doubtful voices now, no second guessing, no wondering if we’re going too far. I find her lips and kiss her deeply as the orgasm grips her. It’s like I can taste her pleasure. Our teeth click as she loses the flow of the kiss. Her pussy pulses, her hole throbbing as I circle it with my finger. My dick shudders as I think about her wrapped tightly around me, taking every inch.
Her orgasm slowly passes. I groan and grab her pants, meaning to pull them down.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
She stares at me wide-eyed. “There’s something you need to know. Before…”
“Tell me.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
Before I can respond, I hear my daughter yelling. “Daddy? Daddy? Are you in here?”
“Fuck!”
I didn’t lock the door. What the hell was I thinking?
Chapter Fourteen
Callie
Hearing Emery’s voice jolts me from the spell. It’s like time moves slowly as I replay the last ten or so minutes—maybe more. I remember kissing in the hallway, giving myself to the desire, wrapping my legs around him. And then his hands were all over me, and I felt like the most wanted person in the world. The way he moaned, the way he touched me as if I was the only woman he ever wanted, made me feel drunk.
As I hear the door handle creak, I jump to my feet and run across the room. I can feel my boobs bouncing, feel his saliva clinging to me, feel the wetness in my underwear. I hear him rustling on the bed—probably getting rid of my clothes.
When I reach the en-suite, I quietly close the door.
“Daddy, I’m hungry.”
“Okay, sweetness. I’ll make some dinner soon.”
“Can Callie eat with us?”
“Sure.”
“Callie’s the best.”
“She sure is. Why don’t you find a movie for us to watch after dinner?”
“A movie? Yippee!”
I lay my forehead against the door, letting out a long breath as her footsteps pad away. What the heck were we thinking? It’s even worse when the door opens, and Gray stands there with a smirk as if he thinks this is all a big joke.
I cover my chest. “That was a mistake.”
He narrows his eyes, looking fierce. “It didn’t feel like a mistake.”
“Maybe not at the time—”
“Maybe?”
“But it does now,” I snap. “What if we hadn’t heard her? We’re making this more complicated than it needs to be.”
He grabs my shoulders and pulls me against him. When he kisses me, I feel powerless. It’s like all my resolve melts away like I’m drowning in the pleasure, in the need. But I push my hands against his chest, forcing myself to create some room between us.
“You can’t keep doing that,” I hiss. “Kissing me doesn’t make this any less complicated.”
I won’t be controlled. I won’t be manipulated. I keep that to myself, but it’s true. I’m my own woman. I need this job.
“What’s with this hot and cold crap?” he grunts.
“Don’t say it like that,” I hiss, pushing past him to find my bra and shirt.
“Like what?” he says from behind me as I quickly get dressed.
“Like I’m doing it to trick you or something. It’s like last night when you thought I threw myself down the stairs because I wanted you to save me. I’ve never wanted a savior, never needed one, and I don’t want or need one now. If I’m hot and cold, it’s because, newsflash, a girl can change her mind. Just because I kissed you and we got steamy…” I hesitate because the word ‘steamy’ somehow doesn’t seem like enough. “It doesn’t mean I have to do everything you want now. It doesn’t mean I have to fulfill your every freaking desire.”
I turn to him. He’s got his hands on his hips, his lips in a severe line, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks powerful, not just physically. He looks exactly like what he is—a rich, older man who has control over me.
“You’re right,” he says after a pause, surprising me. “I…lost my cool. Maybe we should go back to our original plan.”
“Pretend this never happened?” I murmur.
He laughs between gritted teeth.
“What’s so funny?” I snap.
“Just your tone. It’s like you say one thing but mean another.”
“I’m just conflicted,” I murmur. “But just because I feel conflicted doesn’t mean we have to choose to behave that way. At the end of the day, this should all come down to what’s best for Emery. And what’s best for her is keeping some professional distance between us.”