Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Couldn’t even get hard until I saw you, baby. And like I said, we have to stop talking about this or I’m going to…” A wave of lust snares my loins and my hips jerk, a moan trapped in my throat. Jesus, my cock is straining against my zipper, my spend dribbling out everywhere, ready to pop. “I’m going to bust if you don’t stop touching me, July. Hell, if you keep looking at me like that, it’s going to happen.”
“How am I looking at you?” she breathes.
“You’re curious.” Despite the agony in my jeans, I scrutinize her face for clues as to how she’s reacting. How she’s feeling. “You’re curious because it would be the first time you’ve watched a man get off, huh?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice low, thready. “I-I didn’t know I could have this effect on someone.”
“You’re having it on me.” I pound a fist on the table, making the sugar container bounce. “Going to bring me off with nothing but that pretty face, aren’t you, baby?”
That’s when she moans.
It’s only the smallest, briefest sound but it’s like a cannon boom in my head.
It’s the final straw.
My cock swells and lengthens that final degree—and in such swift fashion, I have to snatch up a cloth napkin in my fist and press it to my mouth, my willpower demanding my body cool off, to stop whatever is happening due to her scent, her coy but rapt body language, the fucking way she’s looking at me. STOP. But—
I ejaculate in my jeans.
My balls spasm, cock rippling with the flood of semen. Four years’ worth of pressure leaves me in a blistering liquid rush, filling my briefs, soaking into the cotton, while I grit curses into the napkin, straining my vocal cords in an attempt to stay quiet. My stomach screams in agony over what it’s been holding in and the sudden, dramatic loss of tension, my thighs shake in the seat. I see heaven and hell on the backs on my eyelids, and in between it all, there’s her. July. Looking up at me in that excitedly nervous way.
And it’s a good thing her image is seared into my mind, along with her name, because when I open my eyes, she’s gone. I’m staring back at an empty seat, the outline of her perfect face still lingering in the vacant air.
My obsession with finding her begins here…my mission sharp and clear.
Urgent.
Only, this mission won’t end with me getting locked down.
No. It’s July’s turn.
CHAPTER
TWO
July
I’m so flustered, I forget how revolving doors work.
Walking too fast, I run smack into the glass, hanging my head in shame and slowing to a shuffle. Did I even grab my purse running out the café?
Yes. Yes, it’s on my shoulder.
With sweaty hands, I fumble through the process of taking out my badge and swiping through security, blurting a hello to the guards who are watching me with speculation. Probably because I never leave my desk for lunch and the one time I do, I come back looking like I got swept up in a tornado.
In a lot of ways, I did.
His name was Theo.
When I get into the elevator and punch the button for the twenty-third floor, I don’t process any of the conversations taking place around me. I’m careful to keep a distance between me and the person beside me, just in case I’m as hot to the touch as I feel. Wouldn’t want to burn anyone alive.
What just happened?
Like…what?
For starters, I sat down at the wrong table, which is humiliating enough, because…that man, Theo, was nothing short of a ten in the looks department. Way out of my league. Tall, intense. An abundance of sinewy strength. Weathered.
Straight up hot. Life experience hot. Capability porn hot.
Who was I kidding sitting down across from him in my sensible sweater and oxfords? Now that I’m the last one on the elevator, I groan up at the ceiling. When I drop my chin again, I catch my reflection in the steel doors. Flushed. Glassy eyed.
He came.
He climaxed at the table.
The memory of it returns in perfect clarity, just throat muscles straining, his chest rifling up and down, her eyes zeroed in on my mouth. I’m going to bust if you don’t stop touching me, July. Hell, if you keep looking at me like that, it’s going to happen.
I move aside my scarf, staring at the reflection of my spiked nipples through the front of my sweater and…suddenly, I’m noticing the curve of my hips, the shape of my calves. The wild toss of my hair.
Am I attractive enough to make a man spontaneously ejaculate?
Did that really happen?
My body thrums as if it did. There’s a drumbeat pulse between my thighs and a telltale wetness making my panties cling uncomfortably. When I blink, I’m assailed by the vision of Theo on the other side of the elevator, charging at me. Shoving me backward against the wall, jerking my skirt up and filling me.