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)
Guess I don’t need excuses anymore.
I brush those thoughts off to be dealt with later, nodding and snapping open the first of the files.
“Set your laptop up in here,” I tell Julie as I plug in my passwords to access my own personnel file to ensure that nothing was changed. “You can move the coffee table close to the couch, but it’ll be easier to have you in here if we find anything.”
Julie nods sharply and steps out to gather what she’ll need without a word, leaving me to glower at my computer screen. A day of cross-referencing personal data and paper trails is just what I wanted to do. If I could sneak Riley in to set up residence under my desk for a few hours, it might be more bearable, but I’d really rather spend the day bending her over every flat surface at home.
Like she knows I’m thinking about her, my phone buzzes on my desk with another text.
Riley: This was a lot more comfy to go home in than my dress from last night, but I promise I’ll wash it and give it back to you.
Below is a picture of her, chestnut hair tossed into a sloppy bun and her sweet doe eyes smiling at me from behind the frames of her glasses.
She’s wearing one of my shirts.
Fuck.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a groan at the sight of the fabric draped over her tiny frame. The hem of it reaches all the way down to her mid-thigh, navy blue contrasting perfectly with the golden hue of her skin.
If I could get my hands on her right now…
Nick: You’re killing me, Princess. I’m supposed to be working.
I don’t give a shit if I should be working—yeah, it’s important, but so is the way my cock is insistently reminding me of just how good the tight heat of Riley’s pussy feels.
Another text comes in, another picture, and I grip the edge of my desk so hard it creaks under my fingers.
Riley: I’d hate to distract you ;)
She has the hem of my shirt lifted up over her hip, high enough to show off the curve of her waist. High enough that I can see she doesn’t have any panties on beneath it. The top buttons are undone low enough to let the collar gape open and give me a glimpse of the swell of her breasts, perky nipples showing through the fabric.
I want to eat her alive.
Nick: You’re going to get yourself in trouble, Miss Morgan.
My hand falls to the bulge of my cock beneath my desk and I huff out a breath as I grind up into my palm.
Nick: You’re keeping that shirt. You look perfect in it. Like you belong to me.
I’m going to order a hundred more of those shirts so I can keep her dressed up and ready to take my cock whenever I want. I’d kill to bend her over my desk right now, have her scratch marks over the glossy top that I can look at every time I remember her screaming my name when I’m supposed to be working.
Like now.
Riley: Didn’t expect you to like it that much lol
I chuckle under my breath at the reminder of just how shy my little vixen can be. She’s probably blushing and hiding her face behind her hair while she smiles so sweetly it’d rot my teeth.
With a quick glance at my still-closed door, I scoot back and point my phone camera down.
My hand frames the bulge of my cock where it strains against the fabric of my pants, my thumb brushing against the buckle of my belt. If my assistant wasn’t going to be joining me sometime soon, I’d pull myself out and give Riley a real show, but she’ll have to wait for that.
Nick: Does this show you how much I like it?
The text shows that she read it immediately, and she texts me back a slew of intermixed curses and praise, with a few pleas peppered in. God, she’s so perfect.
Nick: From now on you’re either naked or in my clothes if you’re at my place. Understood?
Two sharp knocks sound on my office door, and I scoot further under my desk to hide my excitement. “Come in.”
Thank fuck Julie isn’t like Sloane. The last thing I need is to be caught with my hand halfway down my pants texting my employee.
Julie hardly spares me a glance when she comes in, which is probably for the best. She sets her laptop up along with a bin of files to work through and settles in on the plush couch usually reserved for meetings between me and Marcus.
I can’t help but glance back at my phone when it buzzes, swearing to myself that I’ll ignore it after this.
Riley: Understood, sir ;)