Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Her heart raced as she watched him work. This was Hunter at his sexiest, every inch the commanding and powerful tycoon that he was as he made negotiations over the phone, delivered instructions to his assistant, and reviewed real-time contract amendments all at the same time.
Hunter's silvery gray gaze suddenly narrowed at her, and Eve froze. Why did she feel like she had just been caught red-handed—
His lips slowly curved into a smirk.
And that was her answer right there.
His smirk said it all.
Hunter Ferguson had caught his former sister staring at him like a lovesick idiot, and no, no, no, she would not let him get the better of her like that.
The most terrible and daring idea formed in her mind, and just like always...
Eve didn't bother thinking it over.
She was already moving, silently rising from her chair and rounding the desk.
Hunter arched a brow as he tracked her movement while continuing his call without missing a beat.
"Elaborate on the transition plan..."
Eve dropped to her knees beside his chair. His free hand reached for her, not to stop her this time but to cup her cheek, his eyes questioning.
She leaned into his touch, then deliberately reached for his belt.
Hunter’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t pull away. “Yes, I’m still here,” he said into the phone, his voice remarkably steady as Eve’s fingers worked his belt free.
She could stop now. Part of her knew she should. But the way he was looking at her, with heat and something softer, more vulnerable—she couldn’t resist.
The zipper slid down with a soft hiss, and Hunter sucked in a sharp breath, disguising it as a cough.
"Could you repeat that point about the asset allocation?” he asked, his eyes never leaving Eve’s face as she tugged his pants open.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as her hands moved to the waistband of his boxer briefs.
His arousal sprang free, and Eve’s mouth went dry at the sight.
Am I...am I really going to do this?
She slowly lifted her gaze as Hunter's hand threaded through her hair, and seeing the possessiveness and tenderness in his silvery-gray gaze—
Eve took a deep breath and lowered her head.
The first touch of her tongue against him made Hunter’s entire body go rigid. His fingers tightened in her hair as she explored him, learning the shape and taste of him.
“Yes, those terms are...” His voice turned tight. “Acceptable.”
Eve grew bolder at his reaction, and his breathing changed as she took him deeper.
“The timeline will need to be—” His hips shifted, the movement telling her she was doing something very, very right. "—adjusted."
She settled into a rhythm, her confidence growing with each of his suppressed reactions. It was a heady and intoxicating feeling, this power over a man whose every muscled inch radiated power as well.
A knock at the door nearly made Eve pull away in panic, but Hunter’s hand in her hair kept her firmly in place.
“Come in,” he called, his voice impressively normal.
The door opened, and Eve froze, her heart nearly stopping as she realized what was happening. Hidden by the massive desk, she remained between Hunter’s legs, his hardness still in her mouth, as someone entered the room.
“Mr. Ferguson, I have those quarterly reports you asked for.”
Eve recognized the voice.
“Just leave them on the desk,” Hunter said, the strain in his voice detectable only to Eve.
It was Jessica, his secretary, and a wicked impulse seized her out of the blue. If they were to get caught, well...she and Jessica were friends, and she trusted the other woman. There was nothing to worry about all in all, but instead, there was everything to have absolute fun with...
Eve resumed her movements with deliberate slowness, and Hunter’s thigh muscles tensed beneath her hands.
“Also, Mr. Thompson called earlier about the meeting next week. He wants to move it up to Monday.”
Eve increased her pace, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before taking him deep again.
“Monday is—” Hunter’s voice was now rougher than usual. "—fine. Anything else?”
“That’s all, sir.”
“Thank you, Jessica.”
The door closed, and Hunter immediately dropped the phone onto the desk, both hands tangling in Eve’s hair.
“Are you planning to kill me, Evelline?" Hunter grated out.
She hummed in response, the vibration making his hips jerk as he sharply drew his breath.
"I'm...getting close, darling."
She knew the words were a warning, but it only made her suck even harder, and she was soon rewarded with Hunter gritting his teeth as he went over the ege, his grip on her hair only tightening ever so slightly despite the intensity of his release.
For a long moment afterward, neither of them moved. Eve rested her cheek against his thigh, and Hunter’s fingers stroked through her hair with unexpected tenderness.
“Come here,” he finally said, his voice rough.
He helped her to her feet, then pulled her onto his lap, cradling her against his chest. His heartbeat hammered beneath her ear, gradually slowing.