Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I wanted to peel away the rest of her clothes and fuck her against my desk, but I wouldn’t. This wasn’t about me, I reminded myself. Instead, I cradled her in my arms as her orgasm petered out, littering kisses along her jaw and chin, her cheeks and nose.
Her arms tightened around my neck once more as she burrowed into me, and I was awash with her scent and heat. “That was … amazing,” she said at last when she finally came back to herself.
Her eyes were a little unfocused as they ran over me, her hand cupping my cheek. “Thank you,” she went on, her hand moving to my neck, down to my chest, and then lower. “Can I—”
I grabbed her hand, stopping her descent. “Not necessary,” I said as a fond smile shaped my lips. “But thanks for offering.” Her cheeks pinked as I nodded to the paper bag she’d left on my desk. “I could go for half of whatever’s in that bag, though. Missed lunch.”
A small, delighted chuckle escaped her. “I’d be happy to share my Club sandwich with you, Rhys. I think it’s only fair since I’ve kept you otherwise engaged.”
“A Club sandwich? Shit, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?” I said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. She flushed harder then reached behind her to grab the bag.
I tried to reach for it, but she swatted my hands away. “Nuh uh, your hands aren’t clean. I’ll have to feed you.”
My smile darkened. “Oh yeah?”
“Yep,” she nodded, a flirtatious sparkle in her eyes as she unwrapped the sandwich and brought it to my mouth. Not dropping her gaze, I took a hungry bite, chewing and swallowing while she took her own bite then offered it to me again. That was how it went, Charli in my lap passing the sandwich between us until we started on the other half, making short work of the lot of it.
When her eyes lowered to her appearance, she gave a shocked gasp like she’d just become aware of her state of undress. Hastily, she scrambled to her feet, and I missed her instantly.
“I’ve completely lost track of time. I need to get back.”
“You’ve a couple minutes before lunch is over,” I reassured. “Take your time.”
Her eyes flicked to the bathroom door. “Mind if I clean up a little in there?”
“Go ahead.”
She disappeared inside, and I took a moment to calm my racing pulse. Blood pumped through my veins, exhilarated and satisfied to have made Charli come. I already wanted to do it again and again. Not a good sign.
When she emerged, she shot me a shy smile, her outfit back to rights. You’d never guess what we’d just been doing.
“I’ll stop by your office at six, and we’ll drive out to Malahide together,” I said, standing and going to press a light kiss to her forehead.
“Right. It’s Friday already. The weeks just fly by,” she said, going up on her tiptoes to return my forehead kiss with one to my chin. “See you later, Rhys.”
With that, she left, and I was glad that the rest of the day was less eventful than the first half. On the drive that evening, it was all I could do not to reach across and slide my hand up Charli’s thigh. I managed to refrain. Just about.
It was a quiet, reflective drive, spent mostly in companionable silence. When we arrived at Jo and Padraig’s house, I noticed Nuala, Derek, and Tristan’s cars were already parked outside. I pressed my hand to Charli’s lower back as she dug in her bag for her key, unable to keep from touching her. Her eyes flicked to mine, and heat rose in her cheeks. I wondered if she was thinking about what had happened in my office at lunch because I certainly couldn’t get it out of my head.
“Charli, you’re home!” Jo exclaimed. “Oh, and Rhys is with you. Hello, darling.”
“Jo,” I said with a nod. “You look great as always. Did you get your hair done?”
“Just a trim, but thanks for noticing,” she replied, giving her ‘do a little fluff. “Anyway, I wasn’t in the mood to cook today so Padraig’s bringing home Indian food. I hope you both like spice.” She smiled, her eyes moving from me to Charli, a weirdly knowing smile on her lips like she’d been told a secret.
“What’s up with her?” I asked quietly as I bent to speak in Charli’s ear.
She shot me a mildly apologetic look. “Nuala let slip about us being a thing when we were teenagers.”
“Ah, that explains it.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Course not. It’s hardly a secret.”
“Okay, good. That’s a relief. Well, I’m just going to change into something more comfortable.”
I nodded, my eyes drifting to her perfectly plump arse as she went upstairs. Jo reappeared, catching me in the act, and the knowing smile returned.