Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
I launch myself out of my chair into his arms. He catches me with a groan, kissing me hard on the mouth.
"Marry me," I whisper against his lips.
He freezes, his body going rigid.
"Marry me, Stone."
His wild eyes meet mine, burning with so much heat I feel it everywhere. "Don't play with me, Seraphina," he rasps.
"I'm not." I wrap my arms around his neck, anchoring myself to his body. "You don't need to earn me, Stone. I'm not a prize. I'm just the woman realizing that she's always been madly in love with you. I don't need you to sweep me off my feet or prove that you're a man worthy of me. You've already done that. You were willing to walk away from a career you love just to ensure I didn't have to give up a job that pays me peanuts. That's both insane and the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. You've earned me, Coach."
"Jesus," he groans, his hands sinking into my hips. "I need to be inside you right now."
"Well, I have good news," I whisper, my lips inches from his. "The workday just ended, and you aren't my boss anymore."
He moves so fast, the whole world blurs as he drags me into his office, slamming the door behind us. Within seconds, I'm bent over his desk, his body caging mine.
"Stone," I moan as his hand slides between my body and the desk, yanking my skirt up.
"Quiet, angel," he rasps, biting my ear. "Don't let anyone hear you."
I bite my tongue, trying like hell to be quiet as he slips his hand inside my panties, playing with me until my damn legs give out. His thick fingers stretch me open and leave me reeling before his cock is right there, filling me so full I can't help but choke on his name.
The way he keeps me pinned to the desk, helpless and completely at his mercy, as he slams into me, is a kind of heaven I don't ever want to leave. I feel him everywhere, pressing his adoration into my skin, whispering his filth into my ear, fucking his worship into me.
"Christ, I love this hot little pussy," he growls, biting the side of my throat. "I love how wet it is, how tight it is, how hard you let me fuck it." His stubble grazes my skin, igniting brand-new fires. "I'm going to keep you on my cock for the rest of my life, Seraphina."
"Yes, yes," I choke out. "Please."
He grinds his thumb against my clit, and I detonate, biting my tongue to keep from screaming his name. The waves pull me under, drowning me in ecstasy as he grunts my name, planting himself deep. The way he shudders around me, his cock pulsing deep, has me shaking through aftershocks that feel like a brand-new orgasm.
I'm still trying to come back to earth when he spins me around, lifting me into his arms. He stumbles to his chair before dropping, his face buried in my hair.
"You're marrying me," he whispers, awe in his tone.
"Yeah," I say, my smile fuzzy, "I am."
Epilogue
Stone
Two Years Later
"Miriam!" I shout through the closed door. "I need my schedule!"
"Hold your horses, Stone!" she yells back. "I'm busy."
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. It's been two years since she took over as my assistant, and I swear to Christ, the number one item on her to-do list every day is to tell me to fuck off. She does it loudly and often.
Seraphina thinks it's hilarious. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if my gorgeous wife didn't put her up to it. She revels in my misery, and I let her because we both know I earned it during the six months she worked for me.
Now, she's just down the hall, where I can keep an eye on her without putting either of our jobs at risk. Okay, that's a lie. I fuck her in this office as often as humanly possible, risking our jobs on a weekly basis. But I'm not her boss anymore, and we've never been caught, so I don't plan to stop anytime soon.
My office door opens.
"Finally," I growl. "I swear to Christ, Miriam, if you tell me to hold my horses one more time, I'm telling Jake that you're the one who replaced all the photos in his office last week."
Seraphina's bright laughter spills across my office.
I jerk my gaze up, my mind going blank when I see her in the doorway, smiling at me the way she always does—like I'm her world. Jesus. She's so fucking beautiful. Every day, she just grows more stunning.
"You know," she says, stepping into my office, "he spent all day staring at those photos, convinced he was losing his mind."
"Blame his wife," I mutter, crooking my finger for my wife to come to me. "She was mad at him for something he did in a dream."