Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
By the time I work a third finger inside of myself, my thighs are trembling and I’m biting back desperate noises on every exhale.
I type out a message with only half my attention on my phone.
Riley: I’m so close, please can I come?
My mystery man doesn’t make me wait.
Mister Mystery: Come for me, Miss Morgan.
I drop my phone to my desk with a clatter and clap a hand over my mouth to muffle the shout that tears from my mouth as I come, my whole body tensing as my orgasm tears through me. It’s like lightning in my veins, leaving me shaking and panting against my palm as I wait for the world to come back into focus.
My instructions don’t slip my mind, and even though I’m still floating on my afterglow, I fumble for my phone and pull up the camera.
I twine my tongue between my fingers, lapping up the taste of my own wetness smeared there as I take a quick photo. My cheeks burn hot with embarrassment, and I don’t even look at it before I hit send, only glancing back at my phone when it buzzes again.
A photo sits on my screen, just suggestive enough to get my pulse racing again and just bland enough to not give me any clues to who he might be.
It’s a shot from his hips to his thighs, expensive black slacks bulging around both muscle and the hard length of his cock. I clench around nothing at the sight, wishing for nothing more than to let him fill me up with every last inch of it.
Another text comes in seconds later.
Mister Mystery: Such a good girl for me.
I guess my day did get better.
CHAPTER 8
RILEY
“Hold the door, please!”
I reach out to stop the elevator from closing, a smile curling my lips as I look up to see Cassie rushing over. Her short black bob moves with every step she takes, dark eyes glittering with interest as her round face splits in a wide smile.
“There’s the girl of the hour,” she teases as she steps onto the elevator with me, her low pumps clicking against the tile floor. “Stayed late again?”
I chuckle as I press the button for the garage, setting the elevator in motion. “Don’t I always?”
Cassie and I aren’t friends per se—we don’t hang out except at the office or work events—but I like her. She’s hardworking, keeps her nose to the grindstone, and consistently produces good results in the I.T. department. I admire the effort she puts in and the way she seems to make friends with everyone who lays eyes on her. Hell, even Sloane isn’t as bitchy with her as everyone else.
“I’m just glad to see you,” she says, nudging me with her elbow. “I saw your cubicle cleared out and assumed the worst. Did you get transferred or something? Word was flying that you got moved to the top floor—crazy, right?’
I laugh nervously, nudging my glasses up the bridge of my nose before rubbing the back of my neck. I almost don’t want to confirm it, but Cassie’s always been friendly. I’m sure she won’t have anything negative to say.
Hopefully.
“Ah, I did, actually,” I tell her shyly, glancing away. “Mr. D’Amico set me up in the office right next to his.”
Cassie gapes at me, her chin dropping all the way down to the gold cross necklace she wears every day. “He didn’t,” she says breathily. “Seriously?”
Clearing my throat, I nod. “Seriously.”
Her shock melts seamlessly into excitement, a dainty hand wrapping around my forearm as she squeals, thrilled.
“Oh my God! Riley, that’s amazing!” she cheers. “So you got a promotion, or what? Holy shit, please tell me you’re replacing Sloane.”
The tension in my spine drains at her obvious show of support. The grin that crosses my face is more honest this time.
“Hate to disappoint, but I don’t think so. He didn’t really say anything about that.”
Surely he would have made it more clear if he was promoting me or even giving me a raise. There’s paperwork involved in all that. This was just… a move. Into an office on the top floor, right next to my absurdly hot CEO.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.
Cassie clicks her tongue. “Shame.”
I glance around even though I know we’re the only two in the elevator, just to be sure. “He did find out that she was making me write her quarterly risk analyses, though. My guess is he just wanted to separate us so she couldn’t keep it up—he was pissed when he asked me about it.”
Cassie’s brows raise in vindictive pleasure, obviously thrilled at the thought of Sloane having to do her own work, even for a little. We both know that she’ll find someone else to fob it off on now that I’m not available, but it’ll be a nice shitshow to watch while it lasts.