Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“To hell with smart when it feels so good,” he says.
I agree. For the moment, I am finished fighting with myself, the devil on my shoulder winning. I’ll deal with the repercussions later, and slide my tongue out to lick his finger, where it lingers on my mouth.
His gorgeous brown eyes darken, and need pulses through my veins, my sex damp with desire.
“Now let me taste that sweet mouth.” He slips a hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in. This time, he doesn’t wait for my acquiescence. He dips his head and covers my mouth with his.
The kiss is hot, his mouth branding me with the intensity of his need. He pulls me against him, and I melt into his hard body. My breasts crush against his hard chest and my heart beats a mile a minute as he devours my mouth, his tongue taking possession of mine.
He backs me up to the nearest wall, his lips never leaving mine. He grasps my waist, gliding his hand up my shirt, beneath the jacket, until he encounters my silk bra that he releases in the front with a flick of his hand.
He tilts his head back, meeting my gaze, his irises dark with desire. “Take off the jacket,” he says in a gruff voice. He backs up so I can do as he asks, and I lean forward, shrugging off the leather and letting it fall to the floor.
He lifts my shirt up and over my head.
“Bra next.”
I swallow hard, and, emboldened by his need, I shrug my shoulders, shimmying the opened garment down my arms so it falls on the floor. The cool air and his heated stare cause my nipples to pucker tightly.
“I wondered what these pretty tits looked like.” He cups my breasts in his hand, rubbing his thumbs over my distended nipples, the sensation causing a clenching of my core, an emptiness that needs to be filled.
I lift my hands, intending to pull his shirt up so I can feel his skin. Turnabout is fair play, after all, but he shakes his head.
“Don’t. Not yet. Let me fulfill at least one of my personal fantasies first. I want to know what they taste like, too.”
Before I can process his words, he dips his head and covers one breast with his hot mouth, licking my flesh and teasing my nipples, grazing them, before he shocks me, sinking his teeth into my tender flesh.
I gasp at the bite of erotic pain that he quickly soothes with gentle laps of his tongue. Pleasure swamps me, my legs trembling, my sex damp. I grasp my head, holding him tight as he continues to focus on my breasts, moving to the other side, giving my left breast the same sensual treatment.
By the time he is finished, my hips are shifting back and forth of their own accord, my body seeking fulfillment. He slides one strong thigh between my legs, and soon I am writhing against him, waves of pleasure accosting my body. My sex throbs with desire, and I whimper aloud.
“I’ve got you,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist as his free hand unbuttons my jeans and slides down my panties, his strong fingers gliding over my clit.
I moan at the first touch of my most sensitive spot, falling back against his arm and the wall behind me.
“Let me make you feel good. Let me make you come.”
I’m not about to argue. Not when his fingers dance over my slick folds and his seductive words have me trembling, shaking, and on the verge of an explosive orgasm.
He picks up speed, his fingertip rubbing circles over my clit. He strokes me in just the right spot, in the most perfect way, and stars sparkle behind my eyes, warmth and pleasure sizzling along my nerve endings, the ultimate peak within reach. A tweak, a pinch, and I am calling his name, coming hard on and around his fingers. The waves ripple around me, and I ride out the storm, pleasure consuming me.
He doesn’t let up, caressing me through my climax and as I come down from the high, and only when I am too sensitive to take his touch anymore does he slide his fingers out of my pants.
At the sudden loss, I force my eyelids open and look into his lust-filled gaze.
“Austin,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, in awe of what I just experienced at his hands.
“I like hearing my name on your lips when you come.” A satisfied smile tugs at his lips.
“I like when you make me come.” The admission causes me to blush.
Not breaking eye contact, he raises his fingers to his mouth and licks the taste of me off his fingers, causing a tug of renewed desire to flicker to life inside me. But my brain is just beginning to function again, and though I can’t say I regret what just happened, I am pretty sure it wasn’t my smartest move. All the reasons I laid out to Amber return, running through my brain on a never-ending loop. He is my boss, I love my job, and ultimately we want very different things out of life and relationships.