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)
But for the moment, I felt like a man neither in control of his emotions nor his actions. Especially, when I cancelled a meeting so that I could get back to the office before five just to catch her. She was in my blood and she needed to be purged. A few weeks of fucking her day and night should do the trick.
As I walked through her office area, I could see that her desk was already cleared and she was ready to go home.
"Have you finished all the work I sent you?” I growled.
“Yes. It’s all on your desk. A woman called Elizabeth came by with a box of cookies. It’s on your desk.”
I frowned. What the fuck was Elizabeth doing bringing me cookies? “I’ll be leaving soon, so you may go now.”
"Okay. See you tomorrow, Mr. Frost.”
As if on cue, my cock jerked when she said 'Mr. Frost' in that husky voice. Obviously, it wasn't the first time a woman had referred to me as 'Mr. Frost', but when it came from Lillian it was one of the most erotic, suggestive things I’d ever heard.
I wanted to hear her call me 'Mr. Frost' as I pounded into her.
I went to my office, ignored the cookies, and quickly looked through Lillian’s work. As I suspected, it was flawless. What a shame she came packaged like a sex bomb. If only she had been a dumpy middle-aged woman. She was the perfect PA.
I sat back and watched the clock, my hand relentlessly tapping on the surface of the desk as I gave her enough time to tidy up and take the lift down. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I went down to my car and started driving it through the car park to where she was parked.
Even before I reached her, I could already see her standing outside her car talking on her cell phone. I stopped behind her car.
“Something wrong?” I called out.
“My car won’t start. I’m trying to call AAA.”
“What a shame. It’ll take more than an hour at this time of the evening. Hop in, I’ll give you a ride home and you can take a cab on the company tomorrow morning.”
The hesitation was almost imperceptible, but it was there. She was reluctant to be in my car. Too bad. I wanted her in my car. I wanted her scent in my nostrils again.
She locked her car, got into mine, and closed the door. Whoa! And there it was. Stronger than the smell of her shampoo or deodorant or whatever perfume she used. And it was sweet. God, it was sweet. So sweet my mouth became dry.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
I nodded and put the car in gear. I didn’t try to make small talk and neither did she. I couldn’t have even if I wanted to. Her scent had brought a storm of lust that refused to leave.
I stopped at a set of traffic lights and turned to her. “Did you know I was watching?”
Her cheeks colored. “Yes.”
The lights changed. A car honked. I stared into her unrepentant eyes. More cars honked. I turned away from her and drove on. We were nearly at her block.
“Why?” I asked, my voice thick.
“Because it was my equivalent of spitting in your soup.”
My brain whirled. That was her punishing me! Well, it fucking worked. I couldn’t operate, I couldn’t think, and I even stooped to vandalizing her car. I came to a stop in front of her building and turned to her.
“So what now?”
“Now you apologize…”
“For what?” I exploded.
“For scaring the hell out of me with your demon dogs.”
I blinked with surprise. I couldn’t remember the last time I had apologized to anyone or had anyone ask me to apologize.
"I'm waiting," she goaded, folding her arms across her chest.
I was so incensed by her impertinent taunt that my hand shot out and I did what I had been longing to do all evening: I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her to me.
A warning bell went off in my head as my lips crushed hers, but it was too late. An insane urge to possess her had already taken over. There was no going back. Her lips were soft and pliant beneath mine, and she tasted of grapes and heat.
She let out a soft, surprised moan when I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, but she didn't resist; instead, she tangled her tongue with mine, then sucked it. Hard.
Desire ripped through me and I wanted to taste every single bit of her skin. I could feel her heart racing against my chest. My hands ran across her back, brushing against her fragrant silky hair. The flow and ebb of the world disappeared as I drank her sweetness and longed to feel the fire of her body against mine.