Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Take the rest of the day off.” The deep pitch of his voice is so commanding that it makes my stomach clench. I’ve always thought of myself as a nice, respectable girl, but there’s this horny little devil inside me who wants to be anything but.
Most days I regret accepting Josh’s ring. My life with him is underwhelming, but my mother assures me that’s normal, and life isn’t like the movies or books I read. It doesn’t help that everyone knows and expects us to get married back home, so there’s a pressure to do just that. “She doesn’t need to take the day,” Linda blurts, and I shake my head to clear it.
“Don’t you have a tree to fix?” He glares at her, and she ducks her head, bending to pick up the unbroken baubles.
“I don’t need to take time off,” I quickly object, but he places a finger to my lips, evaporating all words and thoughts.
Holy fuck.
My lip parts on instinct, wanting to suck his finger into my mouth. His eyes darken at the sight before he sharply retreats, getting to his feet and placing his hand in his pants pocket, drawing my attention there. The bulge is definitely bigger. Saliva floods my mouth. “Go home, and please text me later to let me know you’re okay.” At his demand, I have to remind myself where I am and how to breathe. I’ve never used his number for anything other than work. “Promise me, Poppy.” His movements make his shirt pull tight against toned muscles beneath.
Damn this man.
I bop my head in agreement, and before I can say anything else, he’s storming off and slamming his office door. The windows change color, making me wonder what he does in there now we can’t see him.
Rushing to my feet, I grab my purse and disappear down the corridor to the ladies’ restroom, ignoring Linda’s sneering at me on my way past. Collapsing against the counter, I run the tap to splash my face. Why is he so freaking hot? My cheeks are on fire, and the ache in my lower stomach makes me breathless. If Josh doesn’t fuck me tonight, I’m going to have to take the longest shower of my life.
Slipping my panties down my legs, I wince in embarrassment when I find the red lace fabric damp. How can one man do this without any provoking? My mind buzzes, remembering him saying, “Red lace?” and the realization settles in… He saw my panties. Now I’m even hornier. He’s like dopamine, causing a rush of giddiness to spike through me.
Blasting the dryer, I hold my panties under the heat to dry them. Josh doesn’t like it when I get too wet, he says it’s off-putting. I hate how self-conscious he makes me feel, and I don’t want us to be struggling this much—we’re not even married yet. He’s all I’ve ever known, claiming me in high school and taking my virginity after prom. He would visit me in college, but unlike me, Josh never seemed that interested in sex. It makes me wonder if he even finds me attractive. Perhaps he also feels obligated to get married because our families wish it so.
Shoving my panties back on, I slip my skirt down my legs and step out of it, putting it in my purse along with my sweater before I stare at myself in the mirror. I’d shopped at Victoria’s Secret for this red lace set, assured by the clerk that it would have my fiancé melting like butter in my hands. I work out and groom myself, I eat right and try hard to look good, so if he doesn’t throw me over the counter, the table, or the couch, I’m going to cry. There’s only so much masturbating a person can do. Even worse when it’s my boss I think about while doing it and not Josh.
I’d planned on surprising Josh tonight after work, but this is even better. It’s his day off, so he’ll be home all day. Pulling my phone out, I shoot him a text.
ME: Hey, how’s your day going?
Eric, his cousin from back home who has been staying with us, is out job hunting all day, so we’ll have the apartment to ourselves.
JOSH: Just at home, catching up on chores.
Not for long.
Slipping my coat on, I tighten the belt then preen my hair, applying red lipstick to match the underwear.
Walking through the office feels naughty, knowing my jacket is the only thing keeping my secret beneath it. I make my way to the parking garage then slip into my car, my heart already racing with anticipation.
Butterflies dance in my stomach as I head to our apartment door. I’ve decided I’m not going to shy away from what I want from Josh and just ask for it. Taking a deep breath, I open the front door, placing down my purse and opening my coat so my underwear is on full display.