Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Jonathan,” she huffed a stilted breath. “Oh God, you feel so good.”
“You feel perfect. You were made for me,” I grunted as I slammed into her hard. Her sex clenched around my cock, her sultry eyes on mine.
“More,” she begged, and that was all the encouragement I needed to fuck her faster, harder. The sight of us in the mirror was an erotic vision the likes of which I’d never seen. Taking her chin in my hand, I made sure she was watching just as intently as I was. “Look at us, so fucking hot,” I ground out, and her eyes turned hazy. She was gone, lost to the pleasure, still watching us through mirror as I continued to thrust inside her. My balls tightened, and I knew I was about to come. Then Ada did something unexpected when she tore her gaze away from the mirror and reached up to caress my jaw.
“I love watching you,” she whispered before her lips brushed mine, and I quickly pulled out, pressing my cock to her rounded arse cheeks as I came with hot spurts. I draped myself across her back, my breathing fast and erratic, as I reached up to cup her breast.
Reaching over, I grabbed some tissues from the holder to clean up the mess I’d made, tossing them in the bin just as I heard a knock sounding nearby. Fuck, someone was knocking on my office door, and Ada and I were both half naked.
“Jonathan, are you in the bathroom?” Maggie called, and I cast Ada an apologetic look.
“It’s my sister,” I whispered. “Just give me a minute to get rid of her.”
I held her cheek in my hand and kissed her deeply before drawing away and quickly pulling my pants back on.
22.
Ada
I stood in the bathroom, heart racing as Jonathan went out to meet his sister. I was still in a daze when I peered at myself in the mirror, and a wave of embarrassment swept over me.
My hair was a mess, my cheeks flushed, eyes bright with a lingering sex high. I tried my best to quietly put my appearance back in order but got distracted by the muffled voices speaking in the next room. I perked my ears up to listen, making out Maggie’s gentle cadence.
“I just wanted to check in and see if you’re coming to the wedding,” she said, and I recalled the invite she’d given him a couple weeks ago when I’d joined them for breakfast. Jonathan hadn’t seemed very enthused about going at the time.
“The wedding?” It sounded like he was in a little bit of a daze, too, not entirely comprehending his sister’s question. I didn’t imagine he’d ever had sex in his office bathroom before, or at least I didn’t like to imagine he had. The very notion had jealousy needling at my pores.
“Charli and Rhys’s wedding,” Maggie said to jog his memory. “You haven’t RSVP’d yet, and they’re getting married on December 27.” She laughed gently. “I can’t believe you’ve forgotten.”
“Sorry, I’ve had a lot on my mind.”
“I know. That’s why I came to remind you.” She fell silent, and I heard footsteps as she seemingly walked farther into the room. “Were you having lunch with someone?” Crap, she’d obviously spotted the empty containers on the table, and it was too much food for only one person.
Jonathan cleared his throat, and I tried to think fast. Remembering I still wore the diamond studs he’d bought me, I quickly removed one and emerged from the bathroom just as Jonathan was replying, “Yes, actually, I—”
“Found it!” I exclaimed, holding the earring aloft. Maggie’s eyebrows shot all the way up into her forehead when I appeared, her features etched in surprise before a smile graced her lips.
“Ada?”
Jonathan turned to me, his expression somewhere between amused and perturbed. I couldn’t tell if he would’ve preferred me to stay hidden until Maggie left. We had, after all, agreed to keep our relationship to ourselves for the time being.
His expression morphed into a smirk. “Ah, so you did. Well done.”
“It fell into the narrow space behind the sink,” I explained, pulse thrumming. “Thank you for helping me look.” I shot Jonathan a grateful expression, hoping this would satisfy his sister’s curiosity as to why we’d been shut away in the bathroom together.
“No worries.”
I did my best to continue acting casual. “It’s good to see you again, Maggie. Jonathan and I were just catching up over lunch, but I need to get going now.”
Jonathan’s sister continued to smile at me, and I honestly couldn’t tell if she bought my story or not.
“You, too,” she replied, still giving nothing away. “Those are lovely earrings by the way. I can understand why you wouldn’t want to lose one.”
“Yes,” I said, bobbing my head like a nervous fool. “They, um, belonged to my great-grandmother. A family heirloom.”