Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Nothing,” she says.
I walk around the cubicles, stopping just short of her. Her breathing gets quicker the closer I get. I never thought I’d be obsessed with a woman’s breathing, but here we are. It’s like she’s beginning to moan without even meaning to.
“It’s not nothing,” I say, reaching forward to tuck her hair behind her ear. She turns her head toward me, reveling in my touch. “What’s wrong?”
I let my hand drop before I get carried away.
“It’s just what Ethan said,” she murmurs, shrugging. “When he said you have the right idea.”
“You’re curious about that?” I say, smirking. I’m relieved because it means this attraction isn’t one-sided.
“It’s just… well, you’re rich. You’re…” She waves her hand up and down at me.
I chuckle. “Well, you’re…” I do the same. “Too.”
That draws a musical laugh from her. “Thanks,” she says. “I know I shouldn’t pry into this.”
“It’s not some big mystery,” I tell her. “I don’t date. I work. I work out. And that’s about it. Ethan has been having some trouble lately, so he brings it up a lot. Me, I mean. Like he thinks being a bachelor is a cheat code.”
“Well, is it?” she asks.
I take another step closer. I can’t help it. Or maybe that’s a lie. Maybe I can.
I just don’t want to.
“In some ways, yes,” I admit. “I never have to leave work early. All my mental and creative and most of my physical energy can go to my work.”
“But?”
“Who said there’s a but?”
She shrugs. “It sounded like there was going to be one.”
“Or maybe you wanted there to be one.”
She rolls her eyes, forcing a laugh. But it comes out shaky and unsure. “Okay, sir.”
I take another step forward. A half-step, really, because another full step would send me straight into her. We’re so close now, our bodies are almost pressed right up against each other. She makes the most beautiful sound, a moan mixed with a sigh.
“I like it when you call me sir,” I groan.
“What was the but?” She whispers.
I smirk. “You seem very needy for there to be one.”
She moves to take a step back. What are you doing? I don’t overthink it. I step forward, then reach out and grip her hips gently. The second I feel her curvy perfection, my temperature rises. My length grows hard again, my precome-hot tip pulses against the inside of my pants.
“But,” I say. “It can get lonely. Sometimes, a man starts to wonder what it’s all for. Why am I working so hard?”
“To make the city a better place,” she whispers.
“Sure, but I’m rich too, Izzy. What’s it all for?”
“I don’t kn…”
She trails off when I lean down. Touching her hips was probably a mistake, because there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop. I pull her tightly against me, letting her feel the solid steel in my pants, then guide my lips to hers.
Her mouth is warm, nervous at first. For a moment, I think she might push me away. Have I made a mistake?
But then she moans and rubs her body against mine, her ample breasts pressing against me. She slides her arms around me and digs her fingernails into my back through my shirt.
I slip my greedy hands from her hips, around to her back, then smooth down to her ass.
“You’re so fucking curvy,” I groan between hungry kisses.
“You like that?” she moans.
“I fucking love it.”
I palm her ass, pressing against her roundness. An ocean of precome is burning at the tip of my cock, more than I’ve ever experienced, like all these bachelor years have been leading me to this exact moment. She claws onto the back of my neck with both of her hands as I massage her.
When I lift her up, her legs wrap around me instantly. I place her on the nearest desk and surge forward, pushing my dick between her legs. When her skirt gets in the way, she does the sexist thing…
Huffing, she grabs her skirt and wriggles it up, exposing her thick legs trapped in tights. I stare down at her flawless figure for a moment, mesmerized, breathing through tightly gritted teeth.
She raises her eyebrow at me, and the corner of her lip twitches into a half-smile. But her eyes shine with nerves, like she thinks she’s gone too far. I kill that notion by surging forward into another hungry kiss. My groin is flush against hers now, nothing between us but a scrap of fabric.
I’m sure I can feel the wet folds of her slick pussy as I grind up and down, letting her feel the passion.
“Don’t stop,” she pants in my ear, running her hands through my hair. “Oh my—Fuck, Dom.”
Her voice pitches high. It’s the first time in years I haven’t been distracted by the business. All I can think about is her.