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)
The angry clip of high heels sounds shortly after, and I snicker under my breath.
Nick must have pissed Sloane off royally.
The thought of him laying into her about something with the taste of my pussy lingering on his tongue is more thrilling than I expected. I’ve never been all that possessive in the past, but something about Nick gets me worked up in every way imaginable.
I focus back on my work with a little more enthusiasm than usual, bolstered by the knowledge that I don’t have to deal with Sloane at all anymore. She hardly even glanced at me when she walked into the conference room, and the dirty look she tossed my way was brief and easily ignorable. If I’d known telling Nick about Sloane’s treatment would have gotten me away from her tyrannical reign, I’d have said something ages ago.
Just as I make it halfway through the first document I need to edit, my phone buzzes on the edge of my desk.
The notification comes in three short bursts, a pattern I set specifically for Nick’s texts.
Nick: You left something behind with the files that you might want to come get, Princess. Although I’m definitely enjoying the literature ;)
My brows furrow in confusion as I glance at the photo beneath his texts. What’s he talking about? All I left behind was the files.
I open the picture to get a better view, since the preview is cut off and shows little more than the tips of his shoes. As soon as I do, my eyes blow wide and panic rushes through my bloodstream like fire. I toss my phone down on my desk uncaringly and shove up from my chair, rushing toward the door.
He has my journal.
I must have accidentally scooped it up along with the files, too flustered after almost being caught to pay attention.
I’m going to die of embarrassment.
I charge into his office without even bothering to knock, sucking in a deep breath to—I don’t know… apologize? Beg for mercy? Ask if he thinks it’s hot. Before I can get a single word out, he clicks his tongue at me.
The noise stops me in my tracks like I’m a dog, and I blink in surprise at my own obedience.
“Lock the door, Miss Morgan,” he purrs, flipping a page without even glancing up at me.
I gulp as I take in the relaxed set of his shoulders and the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he flits through the sordid details of my journal. He’s lounging behind his desk like a king on a throne, looking as smug as the cat that got the cream.
My gut flips when I realize how this is going to go.
With trembling fingers, I reach behind myself. The click of the lock echoes through the silent room like a gunshot. My breathing picks up when steely blue eyes flick up from the journal to meet mine.
Nick’s focus is like a physical touch, heavy and hot and pulling me in like gravity.
He pats his thigh wordlessly, arching a brow at me.
My heart pounds as I cross the room, slowly rounding his desk to stand in front of him. Our little tryst in the conference room earlier was exhilarating, but this feels totally different.
Walking up to him, knowing he’s going to take me apart, I’m surprised I don’t faint from how lightheaded it makes me.
He glances impatiently at his lap when I hesitate, and I take a seat on his thigh before the unspoken command even fully registers.
There’s just something about him that my subconscious can’t say no to.
It’s like he controls me more than I do.
Hot breath fans out along the back of my neck as Nick chuckles and yanks me closer, shifting until my back is pressed to his chest. He tucks his chin over my shoulder and rolls his hips up against my ass in a slow, leisurely grind, ensuring I feel every inch of his hard cock as he taps his finger against the page of my journal.
“I knew you were dirty, Princess,” he murmurs as he scratches a blunt nail down the paper. “But I had no idea how much of a little slut you are for me.”
My breath hitches at the heat in his voice, the way his free hand reaches up to rest possessively around my throat, sending arousal flooding my veins.
I never thought I’d enjoy being spoken to like this. The fantasies of it were fun, but I always thought it would make me feel dirty in a bad way if it happened in real life. This, though? This makes me feel sexy.
Powerful.
Even so, it does nothing to curb the embarrassment sitting heavily in my gut.
“I—you weren’t supposed to see this,” I whisper, humiliated. “I swear, Nick, they’re just fantasies. I never—”
He cuts me off with a disappointed hum, the fingers around my throat flexing just enough to stall my words.