Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Nooooooo.
I only get as far as pressing my hands against his chest, intending to shove him off. But the moment the warm heat of his mouth closes over mine, my fingers involuntarily curl, and when his lips pry mine apart, I end up clutching my boss's shirt as his tongue slides inside my mouth.
Aaaah.
My toes curl inside of my shoes. Hard.
Like, as hard as my heart is pounding right now.
Because I've never been kissed this way.
Never.
And so for this to happen with the man I've been working for all this time?
It should feel wrong, but it doesn't.
Everything about this should feel wrong.
The way he's kissing me so hungrily and forcefully?
Or the way he's making it so impossible for me to breathe as his big, hard body presses against mine, and my breasts begin to swell and ache against his chest?
It should all feel wrong, but it doesn't.
And the longer and deeper he kisses me, it feels as if almost a decade's worth of pretences start to fade—
No, oh no.
It can't be.
Adriano suddenly wrenches his head away, and even as I take much-needed gulps of air, our eyes have collided— `
It can't.
But the truth I can no longer deny also glitters back at me from his gaze.
We wanted this.
From the start.
We both wanted this.
And as soon as the thought becomes impossibly clear in my mind—
It's all over for me.
When he lets go of my hands, I don't push him away.
When he reaches for me, I remain completely still.
It's as if knowing we've both wanted each other from the start has cast a spell on me, and there's suddenly this restless craving inside of me. Like a part of me has had needs that have been unmet for eight long years.
And a half.
But who's counting, right?
We take our time undressing each other, both of us seemingly of one mind without having to talk about anything. Maybe it comes from all the years we've been working together. Maybe it's something else.
But honestly?
I don't care to know why right now.
Because I'm too busy staring and gulping.
I've only managed to take his shirt off, and he already has me feeling so ridiculously hot and bothered.
How is he, like, so smooth and hard all over?
And when my gown falls into a pool around my feet, leaving my heaving flesh exposed to his gaze?
I thought I was already burning up.
But the moment I see how he's staring at my breasts?
Well, now I know better.
Now I know what it means for someone's stare to set me on fire.
His hands clasp my waist, and I start feeling delirious as soon as he has me seated on the edge of the desk. I thought I'd have time to gather my thoughts, even just for a few seconds, but no.
He cups one breast in his hand, his mouth closing over a sensitive tip, and all I can do is clutch his head and whimper. It's the sweetest agony, for him to taste me like this, one breast at a time. But just when I feel I'm about to shatter at any moment—
Adriano pulls away, and I barely manage to bite back a cry of protest.
"You're driving me crazy, Shayla. I want you. More than I've ever wanted anyone."
So apparently, there's a second reason for my boss to speak with a strong accent.
Because right now, Adriano's Greek accent is thicker than ever.
And it makes me want him.
So, so much.
But when I think about completely surrendering to him—
Not yet.
There's still a part of me that's holding back.
And so I hear myself whisper, "Not just yet."
His jaw clenches.
"But instead..."
His entire body jerks when I reach for the hem of his pants.
And he ends up sharply sucking his breath when my hand disappears inside of it.
I try wrapping my fingers around him, but I realize to my shock that I can't.
I really can't.
He's just too...
How is this possible?
"Too big for you, Ms. Tolentino?"
Oh, that mocking tone of his voice.
It makes me want to kick him so bad.
And kiss him just as bad, to be honest.
So I simply decide to start moving my hand.
And I have my sweet revenge as my boss's entire body turns rigid.
But it doesn't end there, of course.
Because nothing is ever easy between the two of us.
And so...
"Adriano."
He's now touching me just as intimately, and his name slips out in a whimper.
My hand starts moving faster.
And so does he.
Our eyes lock as our breathing quickens.
I can't stop looking at him, and he can't stop looking at me either.
The sounds our hands make are driving me mad. And I think it's the same for him, too.
I want him so, so much.
So, so much.
And it's as if something inside of us is now completely attuned to each other.
Because we feel it the same time.
That one moment of knowing you're about to fall.
Adriano grasps a fistful of my hair just as my body starts to shake. His mouth crashes over mine just as I cry out. Both of us shattering at the same time, our bodies shuddering against each other. And it lasts so, so long.