Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I tell Maya about it on Friday night when we go out for dinner.
“I bet it’s someone Dominic hired,” she says casually. “He’s probably having you followed.”
That’s not a comforting thought at all. Especially after four solid days of his stormy mood. Is he actually having me followed? Should I be worried? On top of everything else, it just feels like way too much, so I tell myself I’m being crazy and Maya is just being Maya. That’s why I can’t tell her about the pregnancy yet. I’m terrified of what she’ll say.
I wake up the following Monday feeling like shit. I don’t want to call out because Nina is already being salty, so I force myself to get up. I eat the blandest breakfast I can manage, and head into the office.
By lunch, I wish I had called out. Dominic is in a worse mood than ever, and we’re in back-to-back meetings. He snaps at everyone, so at least I know he’s not angry with me. I just wish I could figure out what the hell is going on with him.
We eat a silent lunch together in the boardroom while we wait for the next meeting, and the day drags on with four more meetings that leave me wrung out. When the last person finally leaves, I turn to Dominic.
“I don’t think I can do that again,” I say, just as he’s saying, “You did extremely well today.”
We look at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing. Just like that, his face transforms from a terrifying monster to a Greek god. He smiles at me and says, “Thank you for everything lately. I know it’s been a rough few days.”
I nod. “That’s the job, right?” I ask, getting up.
He puts his hand on my arm to stop me. He’s still sitting, and when I turn around, I stumble. He catches me easily, leaving me awkwardly perched on his lap.
We stare at each other for what feels like a very long moment. The air in the room seems to evaporate altogether, and I can feel my pulse in my head. His hands move to my waist, whether an invitation for more or just a gentlemanly way to steady me, I can’t say. My body takes it as an invitation, though, because I relax on top of him and my lips find his easily.
He kisses me back hungrily, his hands sliding up my blouse until he tugs it free from my skirt. Then they slip underneath the fabric, and the heat on my skin feels incredible. Apparently, my sense of touch is heightened right now too.
Heat pools between my legs, and then I feel him hardening beneath me. There’s no doubt or question in my mind. I want this so badly, but I’m not the only one. My hands reach for his belt as his move under my skirt. I feel him touch me, testing me, and he hisses out through his teeth.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he says.
“Shut up,” I answer, as I carefully grab his dick and start stroking him.
The moan he lets out reverberates through my entire body. I feel it echoing in my head like a church bell. He moves my panties aside as I raise my hips, sliding down onto him until I feel like I might split in two.
He holds me tight as I throw my head back in pleasure, feeling like I’m not even tethered to the earth anymore. Then my hips start moving on their own, and I’m riding him with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever done anything in my life. Every thrust is heaven. I feel him everywhere, and it consumes me.
I chase the feeling, clutching his shoulders to have something to hold onto as I find the crest of my pleasure. My ears are ringing, and I’m biting my lip hard so I don’t scream out. The last thing I need is for some finance person who’s working late on an account to find us.
I feel him go slack underneath me and I know he’s finished, but his hand moves to my clit and I follow him, collapsing on top of him the second the orgasm crashes over me. I could stay in his arms forever. My body convulses with aftershocks, and I’m so reluctant to leave this perfect moment, but then the door opens.
“Oh fuck,” I hear a voice say.
I whip my head back and see Rafe standing there, eyes wide. He looks at me, then at Dominic, then immediately covers his eyes.
“Sorry, Dom, but I need to talk to you,” he says. “Privately.”
14
DOMINIC
Rafe has terrible fucking timing. Sofia scrambles off my lap so quickly, I have to reach for her to make sure she doesn’t stumble. I help her close her blouse, but she pushes me away, her face bright red. I carefully adjust myself back into my pants, grateful she’s blocking Rafe’s view. We’re as close as brothers, but we’re not close enough that we’ve shown each other our dicks.