Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I spread my arms, though, as if my body was operating separate from my brain. “I’m all yours, then,” I said.
Darcy visibly swallowed. I saw her shiver, too. With a sigh, I moved to sit beside her and took off my coat, draping it around her shoulders. She thanked me, looking down and smiling as she pulled it tighter. She was still shaking and goosebumps spread across her smooth, bare thighs.
“I swear,” Darcy said, teeth chattering. “This wasn’t a ploy to seduce you. I really just didn’t know it was going to be so cold tonight.”
She looked up at me and her eyes looked so damn big and innocent. My arm was around her before I knew what I was doing, pulling her in closer to me. She wiggled a little, finding a comfortable spot and then settling in. She tucked her feet beneath her and let her head rest in the crook between my chest and shoulder. I could smell that shampoo of hers again–like fruit and lavender.
“This is highly inappropriate,” I said.
“Okay,” Darcy said.
“I’m your boss.”
“I know. And I’m a cold employee. You’re just taking care of your employees.”
“What about that asshole you had dinner with?”
“Charleston isn’t an asshole. He’s my best friend.”
“And that’s all he has ever been?”
“Charleston is bisexual with a heavy lean towards guys. He just fools around with women sometimes.”
“Including you?”
“These questions are highly inappropriate, Mr. Lockwood.”
I grinned, even though my blood was already boiling again at the thought of her fucking around with some other guy. “Answer me.”
“No. I’ve never fooled around with Charleston. He’s like a brother to me. Happy?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
She pulled back a little, crooking her neck to look up at me. Her lips were parted and a lock of that short brown hair was drifting across her forehead. Some of it had caught in her eyelash, so I reached down to tuck it out of the way without thinking. Suddenly our faces had come closer and all I could see were the soft pink pillows of her lips.
“Tell me to stop,” I said, almost desperately as I moved closer.
“No,” Darcy whispered.
“Last chance,” I breathed.
“I dare you,” she teased.
I pressed my lips to hers, softly at first as I took her lower lip between mine. It wasn’t just soft, it was like velvet. She let out a hot breath and a sound from her throat as soon as our lips met. I slid my hand up her narrow neck and cupped her there, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of her neck as I clutched harder.
Our kiss deepened and I felt the momentum of it threatening to carry me into fucking oblivion. Her hot tongue teased my lips, flicking into my mouth and twirling with my own. I pulled her closer and the only place she could go was up and onto my lap. She straddled me until her skirt rode up to her hips, giving me a view of her white panties before she pressed her face back into mine.
“We should stop,” I said between kisses.
“Nobody has to know,” she said, kissing her way up my neck until she found my earlobe and sucked it hard.
I groaned with pleasure. My left hand slid up her thigh and around the back to cup her ass like I’d been wanting to for weeks. She bit my lip and grinded her hips into me until she was pressing herself against the shape of my arousal.
I moved my other hand to her ass too, pulling her back and forth across me as I kissed her.
Jesus Christ. I could already feel the arousal from her panties soaking through my slacks and into my underwear. I wanted to fill her. I wanted to fist her hair and bend her over this couch and fuck her from behind. I wanted to slap her ass and hear her gasp my name.
Some distant part of my brain was practically shouting for attention–pleading with me to stop before this went any further. But fuck that part of my brain. It wasn’t in control right now. Right now, Darcy was finally mine, and I wasn’t going to let anything come between us. The consequences could come later.
“You taste better than I imagined,” I said, tilting her chin back to kiss her neck as she continued to grind against me.
“Did you imagine I’d taste bad?” she asked. Her voice was breathy and halting. Her small hands had been working at my buttons and spreading them apart until she had my chest bare.
“No,” I said. “I’ve spent more time thinking about what it’d be like to fuck you than I care to admit.”
“Yeah? How did you imagine it.”
“You on your knees. Crawling toward me begging for my cock. First in your mouth, then I take you from behind and you moan my name.”