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)
"Stone. Oh, oh my god—" She rocks toward me, greedy for anything I'll give.
I slam into her again, hard enough that something—her mug or a pen holder—crashes to the floor. She doesn't even care. She just digs her nails in deeper and arches into me.
She's not quiet. She's not shy, not here, not like this. She moans, her breath hitching every time I roll my hips and grind deep.
"More," she begs. "Don't stop, don't stop."
I don't.
She digs her nails into my arms, clawing. The pain is so sweet, so hers, that it sends me straight into the fucking sun.
I fuck her like a madman, pounding into her again and again.
She comes apart, writhing around me, her pussy milking my cock in tight, greedy pulses. The sight and feel of it—the way she shatters for me—yanks me straight over the edge with her.
I barely manage to groan her name, half-choked and snarling, as I spill inside her, my hips jerking helplessly.
We collapse together, fused and shaking, her hair wild where my hands are knotted in it.
I brace one arm on the desk to keep from crushing her, my forehead pressed to hers as we gasp for breath. Her cheeks are tear-streaked and flushed, her lashes clumped and beautiful. She looks ruined. She looks like she's never been more alive.
"Beautiful," I whisper. "You're so fucking beautiful, Seraphina."
"Stone," she whimpers in response, clinging like I'm the only thing in the world she wants.
Chapter Five
Seraphina
Stone barely has time to straighten my clothing and tuck himself away before Hector appears outside the door. I spring away from Stone like he burned me, trying to put distance between us. My heart pounds like a drum, a million different thoughts churning through my mind in a panic.
I think Stone sees them. "Breathe," he murmurs.
Except…I can't breathe. I just fucked my boss on my desk in the middle of the workday. Anyone could have walked in. Anyone could have heard us.
Oh, my god.
Hector pushes the door open, strolling inside the office.
"I'm going to use the restroom," I mutter to Stone, grabbing my purse before I dart away.
I feel both of them watching me, but I don't stop to say hi to Hector or even try to explain why I'm freaking the fuck out. I can't, not when I still feel Stone inside me, not when I still hear his words ringing in my ears. Not when I'm pretty sure he just reordered my entire universe.
I mean to go to the bathroom and get myself under control. Instead, I find myself in the parking lot, racing toward my car on legs that still feel like they aren't ready to hold me up.
Running is a cowardly thing to do. I know it is…but does that stop me? Hell no. I just fucked my boss five minutes before his boss walked in. You bet your ass I'm running.
I drive home in a haze.
By the time I get there, my phone is vibrating in my purse. I glance at it only long enough to confirm that it's Stone before I turn it off. I can't deal with him right now. I can't even deal with me right now.
I hurry inside, lock the door behind me, and then…I just stop. I collapse on the couch with a groan, my face hidden in my hands.
"What did I do?" I ask, not entirely sure if I'm talking about fucking Stone or running from him. The whole day feels surreal, from him admitting that he was jealous of Axel Stevens to him kissing me to him fucking me senseless on top of my desk to me driving home. I don't even remember that part. It's all a blur.
The only thing I know for sure is that I'm in more trouble than I ever imagined because I don't want today to be the end of…whatever this is between us.
I grab my laptop off the coffee table, pulling it onto my lap. My hands are still shaking when I boot it up and then click to open my social media messenger. Emelia is online, thank God.
I click the little icon to call her.
Within seconds, her face fills the screen, her brows furrowed. "Is this a butt dial?"
"No?"
"Oh, cool." Her brow smooths, a smile curving her lips. "Why are you calling me on Messenger instead of your phone?"
"I turned it off."
"Are you at home?"
"That's why I turned it off," I mutter, sinking bac against the cushions. "I ran away from work."
"You ran away from work?" She splutters with laughter. "Can I come?"
"I'm serious, Emelia! I said I was going to the bathroom and I just…ran like I was in a foot race."
"All the way home?" she teases.
"I had sex with Stone on top of my desk."
"What?"
"Jesus Christ. Can you shriek any louder? I don't think they heard you downtown."
"Sorry." She laughs in a way that says she's not the least bit sorry. "I just did not expect to hear you say that. Are you serious? You fucked him on top of your desk?"