Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Later, as the last guests file out and the fire burns low, Talon catches me in the kitchen, presses me against the counter, and kisses me with a hunger that’s only grown since the first day we met.
“You in for this?” he asks, breath hot against my cheek. “The movie, the writing, the whole damn mess?”
I look at him, really look, and for the first time, there’s no fear, no doubt, just the giddy certainty that I belong exactly here, right now.
“Yes, one hundred percent,” I say. “Let’s make something beautiful.”
With that, he hesitates, then pulls something from his pocket—a small metal key ring, cool and heavy, with two keys and a tiny owl charm. He offers it in his palm like he’s afraid I’ll drop it.
“I know this is a little sudden because we just finished the renovation, Kat, but I love you and want you to move in with me,” he says, voice lower than usual. “Both here, and at the city place. No secrets, no bullshit. Just you and me, and whatever else you want to bring.”
The words hit me with a crash of joy. “You mean it?” I ask, not daring to touch the keys yet.
He nods. “It’s not a proposal,” he clarifies, holding up his hands. “I’m not that much of a cliché although I do want to marry you someday. But it is—” his gaze softens “—the start of something better than a story. A life. With you in it. If you want it.”
I stare at the keys, then up at him, and my chest fills so fast I almost float off the floor. I reach out and take the ring, feeling the weight settle into my hand, heavy and bright as a promise.
“I want it,” I whisper, and then I’m kissing him, wine and heat and relief all tangled on my tongue.
He lifts me like I’m nothing, carries me to the office, and sets me on the edge of my new desk. I giggle, kicking off my shoes. “You trying to initiate me or something?”
My boyfriend grins, dark and gorgeous. “I thought we’d make some memories on your first night in the renovated place.”
I run a finger down the front of his shirt, waggling my eyebrows at him. “Hmmm, what’s the scenario then? Boss and subordinate? Professor and wayward student?”
Talon leans in, breath hot at my ear. “I want you to be my saucy secretary. The one who always ‘forgets’ to wear panties in front of her billionaire boss. I think you already have some experience with that.”
“I do,” I purr, then hike up my skirt to show him I’m already prepared. His eyes go hungry, and the next thing I know he’s on his knees, hands spreading my thighs, tongue flicking up the length of my slit. I arch against the desk, gasping, clutching at the smooth, cold surface with both hands as he devours me like he’s starved.
He takes his time, alternating between gentle licks and eager, greedy sucking until I’m squirming, so close I can taste the finish line. Then he stands, bending me forward, face pressed to the desk, ass in the air. I hear the rip of his fly, the sound of a condom wrapper, and then the head of his cock at my entrance.
He slides in slow, bottoming out with a groan. “You’re so tight, Kitten,” he murmurs, and the filthy satisfaction in his voice makes me clench even harder.
I buck back against him, desperate, my forehead pressed to the glass desktop as he fucks me deep and slow. “Harder,” I plead, “I want it hard.”
He delivers, grabbing my hips in both hands and pounding into me, desk shuddering beneath the force. I feel the edge building again, spiraling up with every slap of skin and sound of his voice.
“Open wider,” he commands, and I do, spreading my legs so far my thighs ache. “You like being used, don’t you? You like being fucked by your boss?”
“Yes,” I gasp, and mean it with every atom.
He slides a hand down, circles my clit with rough fingers, and the orgasm hits like a freight train. I scream, high and raw, and Talon rides me through it, shoving deeper, filling me until I lose all sense of up or down.
“Fuck, baby,” he pants. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
When he comes, he lets out a roar, slamming into me so hard the whole desk skids an inch across the floor. We collapse together, tangled and gasping, laughing and breathless and absolutely, perfectly ruined.
We stay there, draped over the desk, panting.
After a while, Talon shifts us to the couch, wraps me in his arms, and nuzzles the side of my face.
“Hey, Kitten,” he whispers. “Did you like that role-play?”
I giggle, nuzzling against his bronzed chest.
“I did, actually. The billionaire boss thing really turns me on. We should do that again.”