Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
At the sound of the door closing, Remy yips in surprise, spinning to face me with wide, panicked eyes.
When she sees it’s me, the panic fades into relief as she exhales. “Jesus Christ, Stone! Have you heard of knocking?” she hisses, flapping a hand my way. “Lock it. Quick.”
Not taking my eyes off of her, I reach back, flipping the deadbolt with a flick of my fingers. “No, don’t do that,” I murmur as she grabs her t-shirt and presses it to her chest, her cheeks flushed. “Why are you covering up?”
“Because I’m changing clothes! Why are you here already?” she demands, her voice firm, but still hushed. “I said a few minutes after five.” She glances at her computer screen. “It’s barely 4:40.”
I lean against the door with a shrug. “Sorry. I couldn’t wait to see what kind of ‘paperwork’ you had for me.” I make air quotes with my fingers, grinning as I add, “So far, I’m a big fan.”
She rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s fighting a smile. “Sorry to disappoint you, but this isn’t the paperwork. I was just changing back into my clothes from this morning so I could hang my emergency office outfit back in the closet.”
I glance over at her small coat closet in the corner, nodding. “Ah, right. I was thinking about that earlier. The emergency office outfit. She’s always prepared.” My gaze tracks down her torso, past the wadded-up t-shirt at her chest, to her lace panties. “Why haven’t I seen these panties before? They’re…really nice. They might be my favorite, though I’d have to see them from behind again to be sure.”
“We can’t,” she warns, but she’s already weakening, I can see it in the flush creeping up her throat.
“Why?” I push off the door, taking a step toward her. “Everyone’s gone or about to be gone.” Another step. “The door’s locked, and we can be quiet. At least I can…”
She huffs, but I don’t miss the hitch in her voice or the way her teeth dig into her bottom lip. “My dad doesn’t have a meeting after work today. He might decide to come up and say hello before he heads home.”
“He usually doesn’t,” I say, still stalking my gorgeous prey.
“But he could,” she maintains.
“Probably won’t,” I counter. “And you just had me lock the door. Why bother with that, if you’re not going to let me eat your pussy?”
“As a precaution, you horndog,” she says, but she’s blushing, and she doesn’t back away as I close the last of the distance to her desk.
I stop a foot away from her delicious self, close enough to feel the heat from her skin, to catch the familiar scent of her, this woman who turns me on like no one ever has.
“Here’s what I think,” I say, my gaze tracking over her flushed chest, up to her slightly parted lips. “I think you were hoping I’d show up early.”
She scoffs, but it’s half-hearted at best. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it? So, if I were to touch you right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”
She arches a brow. “Because you think just the sight of you is enough to wreck my panties, Tyler Stone?”
“Yes,” I say.
She gives a little shake of her head as I wrap my arm around her waist, drawing her against me. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“I’d rather be full of you,” I murmur.
“That doesn’t even make sense.” She laughs, but her gaze is full of wicked intentions and fixed on my mouth.
“Valid, but you get my drift. And I stand by the subtext. I just want to make you feel good, Bossy,” I say before adding in a huskier voice. “With my dick. Is that so wrong?”
She sighs my name, and it’s all the invitation I need.
I close the distance between us, capturing her mouth. She makes a small, needy sound against my lips that sends blood rushing south so fast it makes my head spin. Her t-shirt falls forgotten between us as she wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her nearly naked body against mine.
“Quietly,” she murmurs as her hands slip under my shirt, her nails scratching lightly at my back.
“Very quietly,” I agree, walking her backward until she bumps into her desk. I skim my palm up her chest to her throat, letting my fingers wrap lightly around the delicate column. “Or, we could talk first…and be less quiet a little later, once we’re sure everyone’s gone.”
Recognition flickers behind her eyes, assuring me I’m not the only one who has things to say. Maybe that should make me nervous, but it doesn’t, not when she’s looking up at me like she can’t decide whether she wants to kiss me or confess all her darkest secrets.
And yes, I’m already hard enough that my jeans are getting seriously uncomfortable, but I suddenly decide I want the secrets.