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)
“How much more,” I breathe, unable to refrain from baiting him into more naughty words.
His eyes drop to my lips. “For starters, I can’t wait to feel those pouty lips around my dick. I’m not sure your little mouth can even take my cock.” He flashes me a smug grin that has my thighs clenching. “And I can’t wait to strip you bare so I can taste every inch of your flesh. I want to run my tongue along every dip and curve you own. I want it in every single hole.”
My eyes widen. I’d done anal plenty of times with Vaughn, but I never had his tongue in my ass. The thought both disgusts and delights me.
“I also can’t wait to spread your sexy thighs apart so I can look at your needy cunt. I bet it’ll always drip for me,” he muses and scratches his stubbly jaw with his free fingers. “I know you’ll want me to wear a condom, because you don’t know me, but I’m fantasizing right now about how you’d feel bare. I bet my cock would slide right into your tight pussy and you’d come just from the way I stretch you out to capacity. I can almost see your juices running down my shaft and—”
“S-Stop,” I breathe and squirm in my chair. “I can’t think about that right now.”
“My dick inside you?”
I let out a sharp breath. “Yes. Oh my God. Stop talking about it.” My voice sounds whiny but really it’s because I’m needy for all those things too. “Please.”
His blue eyes darken with lust, but he nods. “We’ll pick this conversation up later tonight.”
The promise of pleasure sends excitement coursing through me. “Later,” I agree with a smile. “Now let’s talk numbers.”
After four hours of me showing Gray my many ideas on how to improve not only the way he does things, but the company overall, he announces he’s taking me to lunch. He stands and then offers his hand to help me out of the chair once he’s rounded his desk. I take it but immediately hate how affected I am by his touch. All thoughts dissipate as he becomes my only thought. My mind reels with all of the things he said earlier—all the things he wants to do to me. God, how I want them too.
He guides me over to the door, and when I attempt to pull my hand from his, he turns to frown at me. “What’s wrong?”
“We can’t leave this office holding hands,” I tell him, my voice shaky.
He scowls. “And why not?”
“Because you’re my boss!”
I’m pulled against him, and he attacks my lips with his. Within moments, I’m lost in his deep kiss. He eventually pulls away and regards me with a dark expression that sends a chill skittering down my spine. “Fuck all of them. You’re mine.” His lips are back on mine. Owning me. The possessiveness rippling from him should scare me. I should be running for the hills. How is it that I find myself attracted to these severely intense people?
He’s not like Vaughn.
At least I hope not.
“Listen to me,” he murmurs against my lips as he strokes my hair in such a reverent way I think I might melt. “I’m going to take care of you now. Just let me in, baby.”
God, how inviting that sounds.
“This is all too much,” I whisper.
He drowns out my words with a kiss that has me dizzy and weak. Once I’m putty in his hands again, he nuzzles his nose against mine. “You deserve everything. It’ll never be enough.”
Years and years of loneliness threaten to tear my heart wide open. For the first time since I ran from Vaughn, I feel the desire to be with someone else. I don’t have to be so hard and guarded around Gray. Around him, I feel relaxed. Safe even. And considering Vaughn could be stalking me at this very moment, I am glad to have Gray’s presence cloaking me.
“I’m scared,” I admit with a frown. “And Vaughn could be—”
A growl silences me. “He is not a threat to you. Not while I have a say in it. You have to trust I’ll take care of you.”
I stare up at his serious blue eyes. His jaw clenches as if he truly believes he has the power to protect me from my psycho ex. I almost laugh because Vaughn will stop at nothing. I hope to God it was an intruder from my crummy building who broke into my apartment, and not him. If it truly was my ex, I’m more than screwed. Even big, powerful Gray wouldn’t be able to save me.
“How about we start with you buying me lunch first?” I tease in an attempt to lighten the mood. Intense is good in the bedroom. But sometimes intense is too much for everyday life. I worry Gray has those same tendencies as Vaughn. The obsessive ones. However, Gray doesn’t share the empty, soulless gaze Vaughn always had. Gray’s eyes dance with secrets and curiosity about me and desire. I feel like those are normal for a budding relationship between two people. And they probably mirror my own.