Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He unzips my skirt at the side and pulls it off over my head so I’m naked other than my panties, while he’s fully clothed. I reach down to rub my hand over his erection, but he catches my wrist.
“No,” he says. Firmly.
I gasp. Not because he’s chastised me, but because I like it.
He slides his index finger into my mouth, wetting it, then pushes it through my folds, over my throbbing sex.
He shakes his head. “So wet already. Is that what I do to you?”
I nod my head.
“You can’t wait to feel my cock sliding in there, can you?”
I whimper, and he removes his hand.
“Answer me,” he instructs.
“No,” I choke out.
“No what?”
“No, I can’t wait to feel you inside me, Worth.”
He growls appreciatively, lifts me, and somehow manages to remove my panties. I’m astride one leg now instead of both.
“I want to see how wet you are.” He grabs my ass and pulls me toward him, my pussy dragging over the denim of his jeans. He pushes me back and inspects the damp patch on his leg. I bite down on my lip and drag my gaze from his pants to meet his eyes.
“More,” he says simply.
I start to rock back and forth on his leg. It feels better than it should. Maybe it’s because I can feel Worth’s breath on my skin, or because I’m imagining his muscular thighs getting wet through the denim. Maybe it’s the way his eyes flare with heat at my movements.
I’m so under this guy’s spell, I’d do anything he asked right now.
The rough cotton drags over my folds, catching my clit on every move forward.
“Worth,” I cry out. My breathing is jagged, pushing out each breath like I can only just make it.
“You’re doing so good, Sophia.”
My entire body tightens at his encouragement. I try to keep up my rhythm, pulling and pushing, darkening the material of his pants.
He kneads my breasts, pinching my nipples so hard it makes me dizzy. And even wetter.
I’m so close, and he’s barely touched me.
“Good girl, Sophia. You can come now.”
His words unleash something in me, and I shudder as my orgasm radiates from where my pussy connects to his leg all through my body. Groaning, I collapse on his chest. He pulls me close as I try to piece together what just happened.
He scoops me up, still slumped across him, and carries me into the bedroom. I lie on the bed as he quickly undresses. The sight of his gloriously hard cock makes me quiver. I can feel renewed wetness between my legs.
He drags me to the edge of the bed and kneels of the floor, sinking his face into my pussy like he’s devouring me. Another time, in another life, I would have resisted him. But I know I can’t. The only choice I have is to give in to every single thing I’m feeling. Worth is in complete control of my body and mind, and I trust both in his care.
FOURTEEN
Worth
I stand and look up at the monolithic problem in front of me. I knew something wasn’t quite right about Mason Wright. I just didn’t expect him to be a thief.
“Why are we meeting here?” Avril nudges me in the arm like she’s been here all along and hasn’t just arrived.
“You’re not late,” I say.
“Nothing gets past you, does it?” Avril says. “You can even tell time.”
I ignore her and take in the twenties-era, twelve-story building on the corner of Forty-Sixth and Ninth.
“What’s so interesting about this place?” Avril asks.
“I own it, and I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it.”
“What a terrible dilemma,” she says dryly. “Did you buy it by accident?”
“I invested in it. We should be six months into demolition and reconstruction by now.”
“Demolition?” she says incredulously. “Why on earth would you rip down a building like this? It’s beautiful.”
“You haven’t seen the structural report. It would cost as much to fix as to demo, so we got our permits to do just that. I thought we were moving ahead.”
“But you’re not?” she asks.
“Well, the developer has moved to South America. With my money. At least the property was in my name.”
“God. How much did he take?”
“We’re figuring it out, but I think around half a million.” It’s my own fault. I should have sent someone from my team on every inspection. He’d been paying off the architect to send me false updates, and I’d been too busy to follow up.
“Jeez. I hope you reported everyone involved.”
“I have. And anyway, it’s only a little less than I’m paying for your and Poppy’s education.”
I don’t need to be facing her to see her eyeroll.
“So tell me why you’re here,” I say. “Shouldn’t you be in class, given you’re on academic probation?”
“Not until this afternoon. Are we going inside?”
I’ve fired everyone who was working on the project with Mason and brought in a team of people I trust. Apparently it’s safe to enter, so we go inside.