Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Her eyes light up, and she quickly opens it, finding a check inside. Her jaw drops when she sees the amount. “Kathryn…you shouldn’t have. This is like…three months’ rent.”
There’s an odd tone to her voice, but she’s probably just shocked. I give her a hug and head into my office.
As I’m setting down my things, I see movement by the elevators, and my heart leaps as Blake enters. Somehow, he looks even hotter than he did yesterday.
He walks over to his desk without even looking at me. His fierce eyes remain hidden, and a flood of jealousy grips me, causing my chest to tighten.
Look at me, I plead silently, desperate for any kind of approval from him.
This thing of ours—it’s progressed from a kinky little game into something more. Something important. Something I truly need.
I’ve never been this dependent upon anything in my life, and to feel this desperate need is new to me entirely.
He slips out of his outdoor coat, and I get a good look at him. He may be wearing office clothes, but I know what he looks like underneath. And even in them, I can see the severe lines of his taut, muscular body.
Just his height and the width of his shoulders get me going, let alone the thought of his flawless abs under his shirt…
…or the ache between my legs when I remember him stretching me with his monster.
“Would you like a coffee?” Francesca asks, interrupting my daydream.
“Hmm? Oh, no. Thank you, Francesca. That’s all for now.”
She nods politely and excuses herself, leaving me alone in my office—now perfectly tidied up—staring at Blake, seeking some sign from him to let me know he remembers I exist.
But it doesn’t come. Not for a while.
In fact, he turns his back on me as he goes into the kitchen to get a coffee. I know it only takes a few minutes, but it feels like forever, and as I sit in my chair, my thighs begin to tingle.
When he comes out, he still doesn’t look at me.
Um, hello!?
I get it—he’s trying not to spill his coffee as he walks. But like…I’m right here!
Finally, once he takes a seat, unlocks his computer, and starts moving the mouse around, his eyes look up and lock on to me.
And it’s like the whole world starts spinning.
It’s like I’ve been tumbling around in outer space, with nothing for me to hold on to. But then Blake arrived and became my anchor point. My gravity. My solid ground.
His expression is stony, solid. He looks at me like we’ve never even met before, and my stomach twists.
My face is doing something it shouldn’t be doing, but I can’t control it. I can’t stop myself from doing whatever my body wants to do.
My heart is aching, my skin is tingling, and there’s a desperate want just pulsing between my thighs.
There’s a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch in his eyes, and I realize he’s looking at the hickey he left on me.
“I’ve got to let the world know you belong to me now.”
A tiny smile comes over his lips, and naughty thoughts invade my mind—thoughts of him down between my legs, licking me like a god, causing me to cry out his name over and over again as I climax.
The yearning sensation grows so powerful I have to look away. He’s just so powerful. Even from far away, he still has full control over me.
I don’t leave my office until well after lunch. I just simply can’t get close to him—not here. Not with all the other staff around.
Part of me wonders what it would be like to just pull my skirt up and let him fuck me, right here in front of the rest of the interns. Right in front of Tasha.
That would show her. That’s right, bitch, he belongs to me!
But of course that will never happen. I belong to Blake, and what we have between us is ours and ours alone. It’s private.
But as every second ticks by, it becomes harder and harder not to just rush out there and throw myself into his arms.
The office smells like him. His scent still clings to my desk, along with the faint smell of sex.
Closing my eyes, I breathe it in, letting it move through me like a drug.
But that doesn’t help. All it does is carry me back to last night and make me want more. Much more.
I rocket up from my chair and walk quickly over to the kitchen, taking a route through the office that allows me to keep my distance from Blake. I just can’t control myself right now.
Normally, I’d have Francesca get me my coffee, but I need to distract myself—get away from the desk where we had our little tryst last night.
My breathing is steady, and my heart rate is starting to go down. But just as I’m pouring my coffee, I feel someone behind me.