Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
He sits down and opens the software. I tell myself to stay professional, but this is nearly impossible. He smells just like I remember: of outdoors and warmth. Like sunshine, wind, fresh cut grass, and just all him. I find myself leaning toward him as if there’s a gravitational pull. It’s too much for me to resist.
“This button?”
He’s gesturing to the screen with his hand, and instead of looking at where he’s pointing, I’m looking at his long, thick fingers and strong forearms. I shimmy in my seat as my lower belly pulls with attraction. I knew this was a bad idea. I’m going to throw myself at him, and he’s going to fire me on the spot.
When I don’t answer, Logan turns his head toward me at the same time I look at him. Our faces are inches apart. I lean in, wanting to kiss him just once more. Hell, I’d give anything to have his lips on mine again. He’s an addiction for me, and I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill.
My heart starts to race, my body trembles with anticipation, and the sound of the bell at the front door has us jerking apart.
I’m panting as if I’ve been running instead of just sitting here.
Logan mumbles something about how he’ll check to see who it is, but I remain seated, trying to catch my breath. Seconds later, Logan appears with a stack of mail. “It was the mailman. He was asking about you. Since when do they bring it inside? We have a box at the street.”
It all comes out in a jumble, but I can’t make sense of any of it because my eyes are glued to the bulge between his thighs. I swear his cock twitches in his dress pants as if it’s trying to tease me. With my mouth hanging open, my eyes travel up his body and don’t stop until they meet his. His brown eyes, usually flecked with gold, are now black orbs filled with desire, staring back at me.
I shoot to my feet. I know that look on his face, and I’m about two seconds from being bent over this desk with Logan giving me two to three orgasms while I scream his name. He tosses the mail on the desk and then stalks toward me, not stopping until his chest is pressed against mine. “It doesn’t matter that I want you. It doesn’t matter that I jacked off thinking about you this morning. It doesn’t matter that just looking at you makes me hard. I can’t do this with you, Bree. I won’t.”
With a hand to my chest, I can feel the wild fluttering of my heart. “I didn’t ask you to,” I stutter.
He puts a hand at my waist and grips me. “Really? You’re not asking for it right now?” He puts his other hand on the top of his desk. “You mean if I laid you down on this desk, you wouldn’t open your legs to me?”
My nipples pucker. I wish they didn’t. I wish I could resist him, but I can’t. Truth is, I wouldn’t tell him no. Even if it meant it was one time, I would take it. Instead of answering him, I whimper.
He sucks in a breath between his teeth. “Fuck, Bree. You would, wouldn’t you? You’d let me fuck you even though I hate you.”
I grimace at that. Hate is such a strong word, but I get it, and I can’t blame him. I lean into him as an answer.
His body tenses, and he lifts his hand from the desk. I hold my breath until I feel it land on my inner thigh, and then I can’t control the trembling. His fingers are rough, the kind that belong to a man that works outdoors, not in an office. I want to ask him if he’s enjoying his retirement from the military and the Ghost Team, but I can’t seem to form a thought as his hand slides up and he palms my panty-clad pussy.
His finger presses against the sodden material, and I lift my hips, wanting more.
His voice is gruff right next to my ear. “You’re soaked.”
He says it accusingly, as if he didn’t expect it. He has to know that I’m always wet for him. I slide my skirt up higher, opening my legs. I’m practically begging for it, and when his finger skims along the edge of my panties and then slips underneath, I’m holding my breath. As soon as the pad of his finger touches my bare skin, it’s like a jolt to my system. I grab his arm and hold it, my fingers digging into his flesh.
He presses his digit into my hot, wet flesh and strokes me. One pass over my clit, and I feel as if I’m going to explode. He pulls his hand from between my thighs and brings it to his lips. I watch through hooded eyes as he sucks his finger into his mouth.