Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“I need to kiss you,” he admits, his voice thick with desire.
I dart my eyes back up to his. “A kiss isn’t what friends do either.”
His fingers slide to my neck and he curls them around the back of my head. “Maybe I don’t want to be friends. Maybe I want to take care of you in so many ways that go beyond friendship.”
When I’m tugged forward, I start to protest with my palms against his chest. But then his other palm cups my breast in a gentle, reverent way that has me whimpering. I end up meeting him in the middle and pressing my lips against his. The kiss is soft and sweet at first. All it takes is one moan from me and he slides his tongue into my mouth, seeking something deeper.
My clit throbs with need and my nipples ache to be touched. As if he has direct access to my thoughts, his thumb rubs across my erect nipple, causing me to shiver.
“I see you, Violet,” he murmurs against my mouth, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. “I see you.”
His words turn me on. After so many years of existing as a mere shadow—in his shadow—I love that I’m in his spotlight. Shamelessly, I grind myself against his erection, which makes him groan with pleasure.
“Gray,” I moan as I rock against him. “We should stop.”
He laughs and it reverberates down to my core. “Why would we want to do that?”
“Because we’re friends,” I try but then decide I like kissing him better than talking. My mouth devours his.
His palm slides down my side, dangerously low on my stomach, and my breath hitches.
“Friends can still fuck,” he growls.
I let out an embarrassing sound when his thumb grazes against my clit. The pleasure from such a simple touch sears through me like hot fire. He massages my clit in a slow torturous way that has me jolting with each movement. An orgasm decides to take hold of me out of nowhere. And, holy hell, is it delicious. Electric pleasure shudders through me just as he pushes a finger inside my wet center. The sudden intrusion coupled with the high of my orgasm sends another orgasm right on its heels. I throw my head back and cry out in pleasure. When my body stops shaking, he slips his finger back out and leans forward to press a kiss between my breasts. The tickle of his hair reminds me of Vaughn, and I scramble away from him with a scream falling from my lips.
I don’t toss a look his way until I’m safely on the other side of the couch. He still sits with his powerful legs slightly spread apart and his erection blatantly obvious through the denim. His hair is messy—I must have grabbed hold of it at some point—and his chest heaves. The lust in his eyes is enough to almost have me crawling back into his lap.
“I-I can’t,” I mutter, tears threatening.
He reaches over and clutches my bare ankle. “It’s okay.” His gaze darts to my bare chest before he clears his throat and pulls his hand away. “I’ll stay over tonight to make sure he doesn’t come over again. Do you have a pillow and a blanket?”
I swallow and nod as I stand. With quick movements, I tie my robe back up. “Thank you. And I’m sorry.” My eyes drop to his erection, and I frown.
He laughs. “I’m fine, little quitter.” Heat and amusement glitter in his eyes, effectively diffusing the awkward moment. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
I locate some bedding and practically throw it at him before shutting myself in my room. As soon as the lights are turned off and I’m back in bed, I slink out of the robe and slip a hand between my thighs. I’m still soaked from the orgasms he gave me. I run the wetness up between the lips of my pussy and let out a hiss of pleasure. I still tingle but all he did was make me crave more.
Silently, I massage myself into one more orgasm.
I hope he didn’t hear his name as it shamelessly moaned its way out of my mouth.
The more time I spend with Gray, the more I like it. Is this his plan? To woo me into staying at the company? I have less than two weeks to get my head back on straight and focus on my career. Not men. Not my past. My future.
T-minus twelve days…
“Grayyyy.”
The way she said my name last night behind her door had driven me wild with lust. I’d already been jerking my cock for relief under the blanket so when I heard the moan, it sent me over the edge. We’d been so close to fucking, but then something spooked her.
“New client I want to talk about later, once my assistant gathers some more information when she gets here,” Bull grunts from my doorway.