Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“I want you to fuck me. We’ve been here before. I want more.”
In an instant, his fingers are gone, and the lust-induced fog clears from my mind. I watch as he unbuckles his belt and removes it one-handed before tossing it aside. My breath catches when he drops his pants and boxer briefs all in one go. Good god almighty, he is a beast in every way.
Once the rest of his clothes are discarded, he climbs onto the bed. Covering me with his warm body, he prods my thighs apart. He gazes down at me, searching for any sign of backing out, and his intense gaze alone makes me undone.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask.
A low chuckle falls from his lips. “I don’t wait for anyone.” His cock slides past my slick folds, creating a low moan in the back of my throat. He enters me slowly, but once he’s fully engulfed inside, I can barely register up and down. And then he begins to move.
It’s like Christmas and the Fourth of July all rolled into one. Pure. Fucking. Magic. His fingers slide back into my hair, and he holds tight as he pulls out and powers back in. With each thrust, my vision blurs. Moans continue to fall off my tongue, and when he silences me with his mouth, I lose it altogether. He’s a force, and I’m no match.
“Theo,” I rush out. His tongue delves back into my mouth to swallow my cries. His free hand cups my ass and raises my hips, granting himself deeper access. Every nerve in my body goes haywire, and I work my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Each little growl or grunt gives me more power, and my hands snake up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer. I kiss him with hungered passion, and he returns it like he’s starved only for me. Our bodies slap against one another, the desperate sound of sex filling the air. It’s been so long since my body has been taken to such heights by someone else that I know I’m going to fall apart too quickly. “Fuck, Theo. I—I—”
I can’t even finish my plea. Nor does he take mercy on me. He releases his grip on my hair and digs both hands into my hips, driving into me with even more force. The moment my orgasm ignites, I swear I begin to black out. Bright lights blast behind my lids, and my body trembles around him. Without letting up, he continues to take my body hard and deep. He releases my mouth and drops his lips to my breast, sucking in my nipple and biting.
I cry out, the pain morphing into more pleasure. My legs become numb, and I have no choice but to wave the white flag. He continues to pump in and out, and I fight to keep my hold around his waist.
“Fuck, Fay,” he growls deeply, and I feel him expand and jerk, coming inside me.
My chest heaves, working to catch my breath. I have no words for what just happened. It was amazing, explosive, and, oh shit; we just had sex, sex.
I focus on how he’s still clutching me, his breaths uneven.
He has yet to pull away, so maybe this isn’t an I fucked up and you’re fired again ordeal. But then he does move back.
I close my eyes and prepare for the blast of coldness. If he has any regrets, I only have myself to blame. I was the one who invited him in and dropped my dress. I gather my courage and open my eyes, shooting up when I sense his absence. “Seriously? Not even a goddamn goodbye—”
I quickly shut up when he comes out of the bathroom. The dim light from the hallway highlights his toned thighs, taut abs, and his best feature. He walks back to the bed in all his naked glory, holding a towel.
“Here.”
Oh god, guys really do this? “Oh, I’m good. I can do—”
Or not.
He kneels, pressing the warm towel between my legs. Shock registers first in my mind, but it’s quickly replaced by shyness at this understated gesture.
“Never knew you had this side to you,” I say, trying to break the tension. Maybe not tension, but something is happening. Is the regret kicking in for him? Confusion on my end? Panic on both our ends? I just slept with my boss, which is something neither of us can take back. “For real. You’re going to ruin your reputation by doing this. What would people think if they knew you had a soft side?” The gentleness of his gaze disappears, replaced by anger. “I mean—not that I would say anything. I swear, I—”
“I should have used a condom." He stands. "I wasn’t thinking—”
“Oh, it’s fine. I’m on the pill.”
He tosses the towel and shoves his hands through his wild hair. “Fuck. . . I overstepped with you.” He walks over to the window. His shoulders rise and fall. There it is. Regret.