Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I don’t care.
“Missed you,” he whispers gruffly against my mouth.
“Missed you so damn “much.”
"My body or me?” I pull away.
He slaps my ass with one hand, the stick it note loses its mind and falls to the ground.
“Both.”
"Good answer.” I grab him by the neck, pulling him back down.
God, he feels good.
So good.
A knock sounds at the door, but before either of us can say anything, it opens.
Jim walks through.
“Sorry to bother you, but I have that—“ He looks at us, then looks away, his cheeks red.
“I mean it is after hours so I’ll just, yup, I’ll leave this, just here…” He turns around three times, then nearly runs into the door before realizing he never dropped anything off. He gently sets it on the floor by the door.
“Enjoy your um…activities.” His face hits the door twice before it closes.
Eli doesn’t miss a beat, his mouth is back on mine, he’s moving again, so am I. I rake my fingers through his hair and bite down on his lip, then move to his neck and bite how he likes it.
He lets out a roar and slams me down, pinning me against the desk, eyes blazing blue, he sinks deeper into me and stays there.
“You dare bite me again?”
"You dare like it?” I counter.
"Fucking love it.” His body covers mine and within minutes, both of us are spent, but neither of us are ready to leave. He pulls my skirt back down. I pull his pants back up, but we’re still on the desk.
Another knock sounds.
“Son of a bitch who’s still here!” he roars.
Gabe pokes his head in.
“Didn’t know we conducted meetings that way, but okay…” He smirks.
“Sorry, just letting you know I’m out for the night, looks like you are too. Damn man, took my whole you’re horny stop being grumpy thing to heart.”
“OUT!” Eli shouts.
“Leaving!” Gabe yells right back.
I stare up at Eli and hate myself, I hate myself that I’m falling for him, and to him, I’m nothing but a booty call and I am powerless to say no when he says yes.
Chapter 27
I’ve Grown Soft
ELI
Marvin drives us down the street to the apartments, which should take all but two seconds. He keeps looking at us through the rearview mirror and smirking like he knows all our secrets.
Every time I inch my hand over to grab hers, he looks at us, like a parent driving their kid to prom.
Ridiculous.
And yet I jerk my hand back every time.
I glare at him.
He just shrugs and keeps driving.
I know she’s tired, at least she seems really tired, maybe it’s my fault, I’m asking too much of her body, but I feel like I’m wild, like I’ve been set free.
Don’t bite. Do not bite. I remind myself.
Marvin pulls up to the curb.
“You two have a great night!”
“You aren’t opening our door?” I ask.
He opens his own and gets out then opens mine, “Sorry sir, thought you were in a hurry.”
“Cheeky bastard.” I grumble under my breath.
He just keeps grinning.
“And miss Ava, I hope you have a great rest tonight, you really should turn in early.”
She yawns. I smack him on the arm.
He’s just asking to get fired.
"Clearly that therapy is doing wonders for your mood.” He nods at me.
“Wouldn’t you say Ava?”
She yawns again.
“Yes, his… er… um… temper has very much improved.”
“I’m sure it’s all due to therapy.” Marvin winks at me.
I’m murdering him later.
He shuts the door gently.
“Bye now!”
She walks past us, and I give him one more silent threat with my eyes while he blinks innocently at me as if to say what? What did I do?
I raise my fist.
“You coming?” Ava calls back.
“HAHA.” I pull Marvin in for a side hug.
“Yup, just thanking Marvin for all that he does, just thanking him so hard…” Marvin grunts as I hug him. I lean down and whisper, “Do that again and I’m driving you off a cliff, mm kay?”
I expect him to cower, instead, he turns to me.
“Keep her safe, mm kay?” And slaps me on the chest and walks away.
What the hell sort of parallel universe have I created?
At my own company?
He drives off.
And I chase after Ava.
Funny, I always told her to run.
Who’s running now?
“Wait up,” I call after Ava. I say hi to the doorman, then instinctively put my hand on the small of her back. One would think we were dating.
Dating.
The most terrifying word.
I think I prefer just saying we have an arrangement even though everything in me screams to claim her and make her know how important she is.
We get in the elevator.
It’s quiet.
She yawns again.
And while I want to get her naked, I realize that my haunting reality is that I’d rather see her in sweats, with a glass of wine, watching TV and that I’d still be satisfied.
What the hell?
I’ve gone soft.
I’ve grown feelings.
This can’t happen.