Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
"What the fuck?"
The whole company thought Pippi was in love with one of those idiots?
The billionaire's first instinct was to have Charlie issue a company-wide memorandum.
To: All male employees of Simonides Incorporated
Re: Pippilotta Jones
Subject above is property of the CEO.
So fuck off.
If Acheron weren't so damn sure such a letter would also cause Pippi to break up with him, he would already have Charlie print it for his signature.
Wickham's amusement grew at the billionaire's visible frustration. Good for you, Ms. Jones. Keep this one on his toes so he wouldn't have any time left for the other girl.
Acheron waited until the older man had left his office before taking his phone out to send Pippi a message.
Acheron: Do you have time to meet for lunch, mikrí mou?
Pippi: No.
Fuck. Pippi becoming monosyllabic was never a good sign, and his fingers paused mid-air as he considered the best way to broach the topic about Amelia.
Acheron: Have you watched the news lately?
Pippi: Is that your way of asking whether I know about Amelia?
Acheron: It's my way of reminding you that the press makes money from spinning lies.
Pippi: They think you're getting back with your ex.
Acheron: I'm not. And they're only saying that because they don't know about us.
Pippi: ...
Acheron: You are my woman now, Pippilotta Jones.
A full minute passed, and yet his phone remained frustratingly silent.
Twenty-One
"KALIMERA, MIKRÍ MOU."
Acheron's husky voice as he woke her, the toe-curling kiss that followed right after, and even the way his strong arms clasped her body as he rolled Pippi on her back...
It had only been four days since she had started sleeping in Acheron's bed, but everything was so devastatingly familiar now. Four days, Pippi thought drowsily just before succumbing to the billionaire's passion, and yet so much of her life - so much of herself even - had changed.
As the movement of Acheron's lips started moving with unconcealed urgency, the thought of pretending she had the ability to resist him didn't even cross her mind. His tongue entering her mouth was all it took these days for her body to respond, and the moment his hands roamed over her, the possessive dominance of his touch made her flesh all too submitting, her breasts swelling to fit his palms and her nipples puckering for his kiss.
Every night, he would teach her to make love, and she would listen and learn, over and over, the master educating his eager pupil until all inhibitions had been shed and her own hands exulted in their right to touch him.
Acheron had pretty much made sure of that, with the way he held nothing back every time Pippi mustered the courage to pleasure him. The look on his face, the sound of his groans, the feel of his big, hard body jerking at a mere brush of her fingers - all of it went to her head until there was no space left for doubts or fears.
Acheron Simonides hungered for her.
And this time, there was nothing to keep her from indulging him.
"Theo, Pippi." Acheron's voice turned hoarse as Pippi pushed him to his back. She climbed up to him until she was straddling his hips, and her lips curved in a Mona Lisa smile at the way his dark gaze intently followed the sway of her breasts under her nightshirt.
"You're getting too damn good at this," he muttered.
"And you're complaining?" she asked teasingly.
"Hell, no." His guttural tone had her laughing, and Acheron shuddered at the sound. "Even your laugh turns me on—-" He stopped speaking when he saw Pippi slithering down his body. "Fuck." And then he felt it, her mouth taking the entire length of his manhood. "FUCK."
He strove to control his pleasure, but the way she sucked and stroked his dick already had Acheron's balls tightening in mere minutes. His beautiful Pippi was blowing him like making him cum was one of the top to-dos in her checklist, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head at the delicious thought.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
He could already feel it coming...
"You gotta let go now, baby..."
But this only made her suck harder on the head of his cock.
"FUCK."
He managed to raise himself on his elbows just as a massive shudder racked his body, and as he watched her swallow every drop as if she couldn't get enough of his cum - it was just too fucking much.
Acheron found himself gripping her head as he shoved his cock all the way down to her throat, over and over until he was all spent and unable to remember feeling anything but the moist warmth of Pippi's mouth.
Minutes that felt like years must have passed when he felt his still-erect manhood slowly slip out of her mouth, and Acheron pried his eyes open.
Pippi had risen to her knees, strawberry-blonde locks cascading down her shoulders and her shapely breasts threatening to spill out of her loose nightshirt. He saw her lick her lips, as if savoring the taste of his cum—-