Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Surely the DA would be a reasonable man and understand. He should be grateful I was trying to make a good impression. After all, I was assigned to his desk. How I looked reflected on him.
Once again, I only succeeded in adding gasoline to the flames. I watched in horror as his gaze moved from my face to my breasts, then to my mouth, then finally back to my eyes.
“No,” he said, once more glaring down at me.
“No?” I asked, not sure what to say.
“No, I think you’re here on purpose. Maybe last night was an accident, but then you liked how I treated you like a whore and you’re here for another taste.”
Before I could process what he’d said, my hand was flying through the air, ready to slap him.
He grabbed it and pulled me into his chest. “One slap is all you get, sweetheart.”
My stomach flipped.
I knew he was only using the endearment sarcastically but still…Damn.
This close, he smelled like cologne, coffee, and maple syrup.
I swallowed. “That’s not…”
“That’s not what?” he taunted me, tilting his head to the side. “That’s not what’s happening here? Maybe you wanted to try and sue for sexual harassment. Maybe you have hidden cameras in here and are trying to use yourself as bait? That’s entrapment, Ms. Carmichael.”
His words dripped with resentment and anger, even as his tone was demanding in a way that made my knees a little weak.
My eyes went to the floor, and I ignored the spark of excitement that shot down my spine and settled deep within my core.
“No, really, I just came in to change because I dumped coffee all over myself. There are no cameras. No hidden agenda. I want to forget all about last night, just like you.”
He grabbed my chin and pulled it up so my gaze met his. “Who said I was willing to forget?”
Dammit. He is firing me for sure.
And after this I would be lucky to get a job as a paralegal for a scummy, ambulance-chasing lawyer in the Bronx because I could certainly kiss my legal career in Manhattan goodbye.
His eyes were so full of fury and disappointment, I had the urge to drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness. Beg him to not fire me or pursue charges for breaking into his office without permission. Maybe he wouldn’t if I swore I wouldn’t sue him for harassment.
I dug my nails into my palms, letting the pain focus me. There had to be a way to convince him. “Please, I can prove it. My shirt is right over there, and I am sure I smell like my favorite stupid overly sweet coffee.”
His voice lowered to a dark purr as he contemplated me. “So you’re pleading your case. And the taste of your skin is Exhibit A.”
Oh no! What is more flammable than gasoline because I just fucking poured a gallon of it on this situation.
He braced his other forearm against the wall, trapping me as he leaned down and ran his tongue from my neck to my cleavage.
The small sparks that were in my core lit on fire as I gasped in shock.
“Mmm, Italian roast, that’s my favorite too,” he growled before licking my breast again, running his tongue along the seam of my bra.
My palms ached to pull my bra aside and offer him my breasts, then run my fingers through his soft-looking hair while he devoured me.
Everything about this was a career-ending train wreck, but I couldn’t get my body to understand even while my brain screamed for me to run.
One of Mr. Astrid’s hands went to my waist, holding me still before it ghosted up my side to my shoulder and pulled down my bra strap.
A low groan of approval came from somewhere deep in his chest when my breasts were both uncovered.
“I think you are doing this on purpose, Ms. Carmichael. I think deep down you are a brat who needs to be taught a lesson.”
Yes. Spank me. No. Fuck. Holy hell.
My head swam as I pressed my nails deeper into my palms, struggling to gain the focus I needed to escape.
Mr. Astrid didn’t wait for a response. He just wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked, giving me an illicit, taboo rush of pleasure.
I licked my lips and pushed my hands behind my hips, crushing them between the wall and my body so I didn’t give in to temptation and pull him closer. “I didn’t, I swear.”
“Why should I believe you?” He kissed his way back up my chest to my shoulder, alternating between sharp bites and soothing licks that had my head spinning and my pussy throbbing.
“Because I wouldn’t lie to you.” My words sounded breathy to my own ears.
“If I catch you in this bathroom in any state of undress without having told you to do so, I swear I will bend you over my knee and spank your ass until it’s bright red. You won’t sit for a week, do you understand me?”