Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 40942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Over and over.
Until her head wanted to explode.
She kept examining everything she’d said and done that night. Thinking about what she could have done differently. What she’d done wrong.
That kiss was torturing her.
Plus, it was clear that Stafford was now avoiding her.
And that hurt more than anything.
Because she missed him. Blakely hadn’t realized until now how much she liked spending time with him, even if it was just a few minutes here and there.
When she reached his bedroom door, she knocked briefly. She hadn’t heard him come home. If only she could get him alone for a few minutes, then she could . . . what?
Tell him that the kiss meant nothing?
That she wasn’t going to turn into some weird kind of stalker? That she wasn’t dreaming about being the future Mrs. Hill.
Aren’t you?
Groaning quietly, she stepped into the room when there was no reply. She placed the clothes on top of the dresser and turned around.
That’s when she realized that in her half-asleep state, she’d missed something.
Because Stafford was home.
And he was naked. In the shower.
Blakely froze as she stared through the open doorway into the bathroom.
Had he seen her? What did she do?
When he didn’t say anything, she couldn’t help but sneak forward.
What are you doing, Blakely?
She didn’t know, but there was something about the way he was standing that drew her attention. His arm was moving in a rhythmic movement that intrigued he.
It wasn’t until she took a moment to really study him that she realized what he was doing.
Oh. My. Wizard.
He was pleasuring himself.
She placed her hands on her cheeks. They were burning. Yet, she couldn’t turn away.
You should.
This is a private moment between a man, his hand, and his cock.
And, oh Lord, what a cock.
It was steamy so she couldn’t get a good look, but from what she could see it was long. He yanked at it firmly. Far rougher than she would have.
She took a small step back. She knew this wasn’t right.
But it was turning her on. Her clit throbbed, her mouth grew dry.
Leave, Blakely.
You’re no better than the woman who snuck into his bed.
But as she turned away, she heard him groan her name.
What the heck?
“Blakely,” he moaned again.
Her heart raced as his hand stilled. Was he coming?
Was he coming while calling out her name?
What did she do with that? How did she react?
Then he glanced up and stared right at her.
Oh.
Shit.
10
Stafford paced back and forth in front of the naughty brat sitting on his bed.
What the hell did she think she was doing?
Not only had she snuck into his room, but she’d stayed and watched him in the shower.
She’d watched while he’d brought himself to orgasm and cried out her name.
Fucking hell.
He’d opened the shower door and barked at her to freeze before pulling a towel around himself.
And now he had to decide what to do with her.
“Am I fired?” she whispered.
He stilled in front of her. Hands on hips, he glared down at her. She bit her lip, staring up at him nervously.
He should fire her.
That would be the smart thing to do. Get rid of her. She was too tempting.
After that kiss, he’d been doing his best to avoid her.
And you’ve been miserable.
Not only did he miss her, but Grandpa Jack was upset with him for upsetting her.
It was a fucking mess.
So getting rid of her would be smart. Things could go back to how they were before.
Right. Where all he did was work. Where his life was cold and boring. Where Grandpa Jack was miserable and alone.
He closed his eyes for a moment. And what would firing her do for her?
She’d end up homeless and alone.
No. Not happening. She worked for him. She was his responsibility. And he wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her.
But he also couldn’t let this go unpunished.
Stafford didn’t know where this side of himself came from. Sure, he was a dominant guy, but he’d never felt this need to spank someone for being naughty.
All the spankings he’d dished out had been at his partner’s request. They’d been for fun.
This was going to be pure punishment.
Except . . . should he spank her? Or should he give her a taste of her own medicine?
“Did you enjoy watching me pleasure myself?” he asked.
She swallowed heavily.
Oh, he knew she’d enjoyed it. He just wanted to hear her say it. He could tell from the flush in her cheeks, the way she kept sneaking peeks at him, then glancing away.
She desired him.
That wasn’t in question.
Neither was the fact that he wanted her. Obviously, he didn’t just jerk off to the thought of any woman.
Or cry out their name.
Fuck.
All of that work avoiding her for the last week and he’d just gone and completely unraveled it.
And now he was taking it a step further. There was no going back, though.