Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Was what weird?”
“Those two. Did you know them?”
“I’ve seen them around.” He shrugs.
“Do they work for you?”
“They might.”
“You don’t know?”
"I manage a small group of individuals, who in turn manage others. I can’t micromanage them all.” I suppose I can understand that. Plus, Caleb isn’t a huge talker. But he’s nice, so I could also see him getting to know everyone, but who knows? They could be newer.
The doors open again for us to step off. Caleb keeps his hold on my hand, leading us out. We stroll down a lengthy hallway lined with glass-fronted offices, providing a clear view of everyone around us. They all turn their heads and watch us as we pass.
A woman in a fancy suit walks by, only nodding at us. "Hi!" I chirp at her, trying to be polite.
"Ah, hi," she responds, almost startled. "Mr. Shepherd." The woman gives him another nod. He returns it.
Okay then. I’m starting to think there is something wrong with these people. Why the heck are they all acting so strange?
"Well, happy holidays." The space between us is already growing because Caleb hasn't stopped walking. He must be in a hurry. The hallway widens as it approaches the end.
The opaque glass covering the two enormous double doors prevents you from seeing inside. A desk sits directly outside one of the doors.
Caleb opens one of the doors for me. I slip inside. I know it's his office the second I enter. It smells of him. It makes me let out a little happy sigh.
"Maybe we should put a tree in here." I point to a spot in the corner. His office is spacious and features a massive desk. It sits in front of giant windows that overlook the city. There is even a sofa and fireplace, along with two chairs in front of his desk.
"If you want." He heads over to his desk, sitting down in his oversized chair. He looks sexy and powerful. He motions for me to come toward him. He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I always want to be near him.
11
CALEB
How many days did I sit at this desk and think about Gabriella? I would watch the time tick away, eagerly anticipating the moment when I could finally see her. Now here she is coming to me. I have spent most of my days in this office. Usually, that’s all I do. Until I had her in my home. Then I didn’t want to leave.
“You don’t have any personal touches in here.” I push back from my desk so she can step between my thighs. It’s been too long since I had my mouth on her pussy. Every damn morning I have my mouth all over her. I can’t get enough of her. The more I have, the more I want. It’s never-ending.
“You can do anything you want to my office, sweetheart.” Her lips turn up in a smile, giving me her dimples. I grip her hips in my hands. I stopped by the office to check on a few things and grab the phone I’d ordered for Gabriella.
I had previously allowed my assistant to bring things up to me and leave them on the bench outside my elevator, but I was uncomfortable with the thought of someone entering our home. Now that I have Gabriella, it feels much more personal. I don’t want anyone getting too close.
“You always say I can do whatever I want.” She rests her hands on my shoulders.
“Then let me do what I want.” I slide my hands to her ass and lift her up onto my desk. Her legs part; her body knows what I want, and it wants it too.
I’m trying to get her addicted to me before she finds out how obsessed I am with her. How much time and effort I put into making sure she ended up with me. That might scare her away. I don’t want to fathom what I might do if she tried to leave.
I want her to choose to be with me. My girl is so full of life and sweetness that while I don’t want to share her, I know I can’t keep her from the world. I merely want to live in it beside her. To know that she comes home to our bed every night. To bask in the aura that surrounds her for the rest of my life. I could learn to deal with others if it meant she'd always be mine. Besides, I reason with myself that she needs me too. I have to protect her sweetness from anyone who would dare try to take it from her. She has never had someone in her life to look out for her, and I’ve now appointed myself to that position.
“I love when you wear skirts.” I push the skirt up, grab her tights, and pull them down her legs, taking her panties with them.