Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
"It's a project-based thing," Pippi felt obliged to add with his silence, "and I'll be under the direct supervision of the marketing VP..."
Acheron stiffened. "Do you mean Gareth Evans?"
"Umm, yes. Do you know—-Acheron!" His name came out in startled protest as he pulled her across the backseat and she suddenly found herself straddling the billionaire. "What do you think you're doing?' she hissed.
"Doing something more preferable to listening to you talk about another man."
"I wasn't—-"
"You are."
Oh God, it was that voice of his again.
"And I don't like it."
Rough, deep, and low, the sound so sexy Pippi was terrified of how easy it could have her do any of his bidding...like now.
He had taken hold of her hand, and she could only watch with helpless fascination as he slowly brought one finger to his lips.
And then it happened, his tongue circling her finger just before he started to suck, and her body melted.
"Acheron." Her voice shook. "P-Please." But he just kept doing it, and she just kept melting. "W-We're not alone—-"
"But we might as well be, and you know it."
Yes, yes, she did. Oh, she so did. Wickham was Wickham, and he would always be the soul of discretion. But even so...
"Don't you?"
Pippi's breath caught at the devilish look in his eyes.
Omigodomigodomigod.
That look was just like before, too, and her toes curled, her insides turning into mush at the way Acheron made absolutely no attempt to hide the carnal nature of his thoughts. The blasted man was thinking of all the ways he could eat her -—
And you can let him do just that, an insidious voice slithered in her ears to whisper, because this time is different.
This time, all the rules had been clearly laid out. This time, there were no risks, no reason for her conscience to balk. This time, she really could just let him...eat her.
"What is it going to be then, Ms. Jones?"
The question had Pippi unconsciously wetting her lips, not knowing that doing so would seal her fate. With her mind too busy wrestling for control, she missed the way the sight of her tongue tip tracing her lips had turned Acheron's midnight gaze into black fire.
"I..." She was torn, and with her lips feeling too cracked and dry, she unthinkingly wetted them again.
"Too late," he growled.
She looked up in confusion, unsure of what she had heard. "What did you s—-" His mouth swooped down, Acheron taking the decision away from her, and she realized in a flash that this was what he meant.
Too late.
She could almost imagine hearing a sultry laugh playing out in her mind, coming from an inner nympho that she had never known she possessed until Acheron's seductive touch had lured it to life.
As Acheron's lips parted hers open, it was as if she was surrendering common sense the moment his tongue entered her mouth. All she could do was let her secret wild child half take over...and losing control had never felt so good.
She drowned in his kiss, her arms winding around his neck, and a shameful part of her reveled in her ability to do so. Her body arched close, craving for more of his hardness, and it was bliss to feel him needing her with just as much hunger. It was in the way his mouth devoured hers, the way he seemed to want every inch of her mouth to memorize his taste.
Even though she knew it had only been mere hours since he had last kissed her, it honestly felt like an eternity had passed, and she had suffered the most awful sexual drought since then.
She wanted more, so much more, and she never wanted the kiss to end.
"P-Please..."
The sound of her innocent begging crushed what little control Acheron had left, and he found himself kissing her harder and deeper. He sucked her tongue hungrily, causing her to cry out in the most lusciously arousing way.
It was the fucking sexiest sound he had ever heard, and it had his hands moving down to curve over the cheeks of her ass even as their tongues continued to twine. Her pussy started grinding against his already rigidly throbbing cock, and it was the most exquisite form of torment.
He squeezed her ass hard, and it consequently squeezed a lovely whimper out of her. He felt her fingers on his hair tightening its grip, and it made him think of how her virginal little pussy could do the same to his cock.
Fuck control.
Who needed it when you had the sexiest little thing in your arms?
He was going to take her to the nearest hotel—-
"We've arrived, Mr. Simonides."
Fourteen
GARETH EVANS CAME OUT of the meeting room in time to see a fairly familiar outline heading down the hallway that led straight to his office. If he weren't mistaken, this woman was none other than the estimable Pippilotta Jones...a.k.a. the highly skilled secretary that a majority of Simonides Incorporated's executives would offer their year-end bonuses to steal under Timothy Collins' nose.