Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“It might hurt at first, but I’ll make it feel better,” he says, pressing dizzying kisses to my neck. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
My hands are on his back, nails scratching at his skin, feeling the rippling of his muscles. His hand holds my hip, angling me for him, and then he’s pushing inside me. I gasp, a strangled moan leaving my open mouth, at the overfull stretch of it. There’s resistance, and he’s right. It does hurt a bit, but the pleasure is overwhelming.
“More.”
“I’m trying to go slow for you,” he says through gritted teeth. I can tell from the tension in his body that he’s holding back, and I want to snap his control.
“Fuck me like you own me, Sean. Give me everything.”
He growls, and the sound sends shivers through me. Then he thrusts hard, shoving the rest of his length inside me, breaking through the resistance of my body. I scream, not in pain but in pleasure as he hits a place inside me that makes me feel like I’m on fire. The stretch stings, but the bite of pain only makes it feel better. So good. I didn’t know it would be this good.
He fucks me with hard, fast strokes, reaching deep inside me. I hold onto him, letting him pull me under a wave of desire.
“God, Savannah. Fuck. So tight, so fucking perfect,” he groans a list of dirty compliments in my ear, and I wrap my legs around him, another orgasm overtaking me. “You were fucking made for me.”
Then, we’re falling over the edge together. I feel the hot rush of his come inside me as my pussy tightens around him while I shatter too, stars bursting in my vision, my body electric with pleasure.
Sometime later, when we can both breathe again, he cleans me up and tucks me against him, limp and exhausted. I’m too tired to even speak, and I fall asleep in his bed, sated and happier than I’ve ever been.
11
SEAN
It’s been a week since the night I took Savannah’s virginity, and my obsession with her is only growing.
There’s no getting her out of my system. All I want is more, more of her in every way. I want everything. It doesn’t matter how much time I spend with her outside these walls. I want every second of her time at work too.
Savannah knocks on the glass door of my office, trying to balance two steaming cups of coffee in her hand. The sight of her still takes my fucking breath away. Immediately, I stand, rushing to hold open the door for her so she can enter, pressing the button to frost the glass at the same time.
“I made you coffee,” she says with a sweet smile, setting one of the cups on my desk and cradling hers in both hands.
“Thank you.” I ignore my coffee in favor of holding her instead. I pluck her cup from her hands and set it down before I wrap her up in my arms.
“Sean!” she squeaks, pressing her palms flat against my chest as she leans back. “What if someone comes in?”
“If they enter my office without knocking, that’s on them,” I scoff. “I miss you, Savannah. It’s torture having to pretend I’m not drooling at the thought of my secretary the entire day.”
She laughs, the sound light and musical. Everything about her makes me crazy.
“So dramatic,” she teases, rolling her eyes at me playfully.
“Not nearly dramatic enough,” I grumble in response. I know she wants to settle in and find her footing here without the complication of our relationship, but every time another male employee so much as looks her way, I want to growl at them like some sort of guard dog. She’s mine and I want every fucking man in this city to know it.
“The second we leave this office, I’m all yours.” Savannah giggles, pulling away from me with a stunning smile.
“You’re mine every second of every day,” I tell her. “I’ll prove it tonight.”
“I’m counting on it,” she says sassily as she spins out of my reach and leaves, taking her cup with her.
I un-frost the glass so I can see her at her desk, sipping the coffee and leaving shiny pink lip gloss marks on the edge of the cup. She takes a call, and I watch her mouth form words I can’t hear. Obsessed is an understatement. I’ve thought of nothing but her since she spilled her drink on me two weeks ago.
Like promised, she waits for me after work and I drive her back to my place. It’s become a routine, one I look forward to from the second we step into the office every morning.
Tonight, I let her pick pizzas from her favorite place and order them while I test out a strawberry mojito recipe I found online. It’s overly complicated and takes a ridiculous amount of time to make, but the moan she makes when she takes her first sip is worth every second of effort.