Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I scoop it up with my fingers, rubbing it into her pussy, coating her in it.
She watches me with wide eyes, moaning, quivering. The perfect little lamb.
She only grows more perfect when she puts her arms around me, pulling me down to her with a sweet sigh. I wrap myself around her, cradling her in my arms with my heart pounding and her name on my lips, reeling with the realization that I may have her body…but I don't have her heart.
Yet.
Iwake up before dawn to Constance having an existential crisis beside me. She's muttering to herself as she tries to ease out of my bed, as if she's thinking of slipping away into the night.
I wrap my arm around her waist, hauling her across the plush surface to me.
"Bastian!" she gasps, flipping around so fast she knees me in the thigh.
"Jesus Christ," I grunt, hauling her halfway underneath me to keep her still. "Settle down, Constance."
"Stop manhandling me." She jabs me in the ribs with one perfectly manicured nail. "And let me up. I have to go. I have to write my resignation before work."
"What the fuck?" I peel both eyes open, fully awake now. "You aren't fucking quitting."
"Yes, I am!" she shouts, panic in her gaze.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, counting to three. It doesn't make me feel any calmer. But I don't immediately reach for something to tie her to my bed so she can't escape, so I guess that's progress. Instead, I brush her wild hair out of her face, studying her. "Tell me what's going on," I murmur, trying like hell not to start throwing out unhelpful shit like if you say you're quitting again, I'll spank your pussy, or don't make me fuck some sense into you. Call me crazy, but I don't think either of those will help right now.
"You're my boss," she says as if she's talking to a five-year-old. "And we just slept together."
"Multiple times." I'm not real sure why I feel a need to remind her of this fact when she was most definitely there and a willing—and very involved—participant all three times, but she makes a sound that's part panicked whimper, part unhinged growl, that makes me smile.
There's something downright charming about her all bent out of shape and spiraling over the fact that she woke up in my bed, covered in my marks. She's usually so calm and collected, always pushing my buttons and then walking away with a smile on her face when I'm ready to snap. It's nice to see the shoe on the other foot for once.
"Multiple times," she snaps. "We can't keep working together!"
Yeah, she's lost her goddamn mind if she thinks I'm letting her quit now. That will not be happening, not in this life or any other.
I roll her beneath me, nudging her legs apart to slide between them. My cock is already hard. Not surprising. The bastard never goes down when she's around, and she's naked in my bed. He hasn't taken a beat all night.
"What are you doing?"
The suspicion in her voice damn near makes me laugh. I fight it, sliding my hand up her thigh as I nuzzle my face against her throat. "You aren't fucking quitting, Constance," I growl against the shell of her ear, rocking my hips so my cock slides through her folds. "You're going to keep working for me, and we're going to keep doing this."
"Bastian." She's trying to protest, but all I hear is the way she moans instead.
I slip the head of my cock inside her—just the tip. "You aren't fucking quitting. Tell me." My teeth sink into her shoulder. "Right now."
"Bastian, please. We need to t-talk about… Oh god." She melts beneath me, her legs cinching around my waist as I sink in another inch. "We need to talk about this."
"No, we don't. You work for me." I nip her shoulder again, tipping my hips forward to slide all the way home. Good Christ, she's so damn hot around me. "You're going to keep working for me. I'm going to keep fucking you. End of discussion."
"You can't bully me into keeping my job!"
"I'm not." I crane her head back with my hands in her hair, brushing my lips against hers. "I'm just reminding you why you want to keep doing this while working for me."
Is it a dick move? Probably. Do I care? No. She isn't quitting. She isn't leaving me. Not now that she's finally where I've been dying to get her. I don't care about the fucking rules. Those went out the window about the time she started talking about what gets me off. Hell, I'm not sure they ever mattered at all. They were a smokescreen, something I told myself should matter even while looking for every excuse to break them.