Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Touched something that you weren’t supposed to, hm?” he rasps, chuckling lazily as Star and Lacy begin giggling too. My eyes flicker down for a brief moment as Lacy’s hand slides a little further up Barron’s thigh until it’s almost resting over the prominent bulge in his pants. Meanwhile, Star presses a few open-mouthed kisses to his neck as she rubs his other thigh.
I gulp, trying not to show just how flustered I feel. I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to look away or excuse myself or what, but I can’t bring myself to do either. I can’t rip my eyes away from the outline of Barron’s hard bulge no matter how hard I try–until he clears his throat to draw my attention again.
My cheeks are on fire as my eyes snap back up to look at his, and he smirks as he nods his head at me. “Thank you. I appreciate the apology.”
“Does that mean that you accept it?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he grins. “I’m not one to hold a grudge.”
“Oh, that’s great, thank you so much, sir–” my words die on my lips as he turns his head and pulls Star in for a passionate kiss, their tongues sliding against each other as Barron tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Lacy leans over to join in, her own tongue tangling with theirs as she visibly grips Barron’s cock through his pants.
The two girls begin moaning softly as Barron uses one hand to play with Star’s breasts and the other to caress the mound between Lacy’s legs. Like a good girl, she parts her thighs to give him easier access, already beginning to pant with excitement.
I’m frozen in my spot as I watch them, unsure of what to do. What’s going on? I thought I was here for an apology tour, and not to witness another sordid threesome. I’m just about to get up and leave when Barron finally pulls away from their kiss and glances at me with half-lidded eyes. “Well?”
“Well?” I squeak.
“Do you want to join us, sweetheart?” he asks. “It seems like you found our threesome to be quite interesting yesterday.”
My head feels as if it’s about to explode as a million thoughts rush into it all at once.
Oh shit, they know.
Oh shit, they saw me.
I could get fired for fooling around with a guest.
I really want him, and I can’t pass up the opportunity to get what I’ve been wanting ever since I saw them having sex earlier. God, I want him to use me as his own personal sex toy.
But what if one of the other employees, or worse, Seymour, finds out?
But how would they find out?
Oooh, this is a bad idea, Dani.
“Um–no!” I blurt in a panic. “I can’t!”
Immediately, a pang of regret strikes my heart. Why am I saying no? I so attracted to this man that it hurts. I planned to go home and have some fun with some naughty toys for a couple of hours, but I already know that I won’t be able to satisfy my needs all by myself. Nothing could make me feel as good as Barron, and I won’t be able to get him out of my head until I have him…
“No?” the older man lets out a low chuckle as he stands up, pushing the girls out of his lap. I bite my lip as I stare up at his towering form. “You’re telling me that you don’t want to join?”
“Um yes,” I whisper, not sounding the least bit convincing. “I mean, no, I don’t want to join you.”
He chuckles, blue eyes amused.
“Sweetheart, who are you kidding? You’ll be lucky if you don’t leave a puddle behind when you stand up from your spot on that couch.”
“I–” I try my best to come up with an argument, but he’s right. I’m so wet that I can feel my own juices sliding down the insides of my thighs! But am I really that obvious?
“I know you want me,” he taunts as he takes a seat next to me, so close that I can feel his breath on my cheek as he speaks. “After all, I did happen to catch you sneaking a peek at us earlier,” he whispers.
“What?” I stammer. My eyes widen and my heart begins to pound as he angles that dark head.
“You think I didn’t hear you moaning while you touched yourself yesterday? You’re not as quiet as you think you are when having an orgasm, you know.”
“Mr. Colgate, please, I’m so sorry–”
“Your apology was already accepted, remember?” he grins. “Besides, I’m not interested in hearing anymore ‘I’m sorry’s.’ I want to give you exactly what I know you want,” he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand over until it rests on his erection. “Or more precisely, what you need, Miss Smythe.”
My fingers grip his hardness immediately, and I let out a shaky breath as I feel just how big his dick is. I’m practically drooling as I stare down at it because my fingers don’t even close all the way around his girth. They look like tiny baby fingers gripping something huge and massive, and the heat rushes to my thighs again.