Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
He closed the distance between us, and with one hand he pulled me hard against him. He angled his mouth over mine in a hot wet slide. Shame and desire mingled hot in my throat. I raised my hands to push him away but ended up caressing his shoulders.
I felt his hand underneath my skirt, moving up and then nudging my legs open. I wanted to pull his hand away, but I was frozen with pleasure. His finger hooked the edge of my panties and slipped into my wet folds. I should have stopped him, but I was caught up in a totally unfamiliar sexual frenzy.
Also, I was curious about how far he intended to go. I squirmed with pleasure. Everything in me demanded that I tell him to stop, but I kept getting distracted by what he was doing, and each time I opened my mouth, the words refused to come out. His fingers found my swollen clit and teased it mercilessly.
I moved my hips in tempo to his fingers rubbing back and forth, side to side, and in circles, against my clit. I moaned with pleasure while I wondered in semi-panic if someone suddenly came, but even that thought didn’t make me draw away. My body was on fire; every inch of my skin was sensitive to the movement of his fingers.
His fingers slipped inside me and he began to fuck me with them. I couldn't think beyond the building tension between my legs and the need to orgasm. I was so close to the edge and desperate for release when he abruptly pulled away and stepped back.
He stared at me with an inscrutable expression.
"Shall we go over my schedule?" he asked in a calm, collected voice. Turning away, he strolled back to his desk as if nothing had happened.
I felt as if ice-cold water had been poured over my head. Horribly humiliated did not even begin to describe the sensation I experienced as I made my feet step one in front of the other until I was out of his office. I went to my desk and picked up the iPad. I held it against my chest and stood there trembling.
After everything I had said to myself, I couldn't believe I had reacted to him in exactly the same way as I did yesterday. Was I that desperate for a man's touch that I was willing to let my boss push his fingers into me? My nipples hadn't gotten the message yet; they were hard peaks against my blouse and ached to be touched.
I could just walk out now, and forfeit my pay. I didn’t care about the bet anyway. I was not like Maggie. Maggie hated to lose. When we were younger and used to play board games she would go crazy whenever she lost, but whenever I did, I just shrugged and said, “It’s only a game. Maybe I’ll win the next one.”
The bet was no big deal, but I desperately needed the paycheck. That insurance payment had taken a bigger chunk than I had allowed for.
I made a decision.
I was going to go through with this. First of all, I needed this job. And secondly, I was to blame. I started it with my ‘stupid show’ on his bed. I steeled myself by inhaling deeply, filling my lungs with air, and made myself walk back to his office.
Anything he could dish out I could match.
I lifted my hand and made myself knock on the door. He called for me to enter and I pushed the door open. His gaze immediately went to my chest and I knew he could see the outline of my nipples.
My face grew hot, but I lifted my chin proudly.
I walked towards him, trying to keep my composure. He was sitting behind his desk, staring at me with a smirk on his face. He knew how hot I still was for him.
"Have a seat," he said, keeping his eyes on me as I sat down. "Ready?"
I tapped on the iPad to the inbox.
For the next half-hour, we went through his emails, and then his schedule. When we were done, I made to stand up, but he spoke before I could flee.
"Do you want to finish what we started?" he asked. "You were so close to coming, weren't you, Miss Hudson?"
My heart was racing and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Then it hit me: he was toying with me. He expected me to say no and flee his office like I had done earlier. Well, two could play this game.
"Yes, to both questions," I said calmly.
He was momentarily taken aback, but he quickly recovered. "I like a woman who knows what she wants." Without another word, he stood up and went to the door. He turned the lock and my heart started thumping hard against my chest. What had I done? I cowered in my chair as he sauntered towards me.