Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
“I thought your grandparents were dead,” he says.
“They are. But those are just some foster parents I stayed with for a while. Closest thing to family I’ve got left.”
Lachlan accepts my explanation without any more suspicion, which makes me feel both relieved and guilty at the same time.
“Come up here.” He pats the surface of his desk.
I grin and stand up, walking towards him slowly. Since the first night he took me, I’ve learned a thing or two about Lachlan Crow. He loves morning sex. Then again, he loves it anytime, really. Night or day. And he’s already made good on a few of his promises about his office. We have yet to christen his car though.
Things between us are crazy hot. Whatever hope I held for getting it out of my system is long gone now. I still don’t know if he’s banging anybody behind my back. I’m too afraid to ask. Too afraid of all the different feelings I’ve got running rampant inside of me. There’s a reason I generally keep people at a distance, and this is it. But there is no shield for Lachlan. No armor strong enough to keep him out.
When he looks at me now, his eyes hungry and fierce as I sit down before him, I know more than ever that it’s true. I underestimated what it would feel like to have someone look at me that way. Not just someone but him. He’s waking something inside of me. He’s breathing life into me. And I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t think I want it to stop.
His palms glide up my thighs, pushing the material of my dress up as he goes. The gray of his irises expand and swell as he grabs my ass and brings me to the edge of the desk. He splays my legs open and then steps between them, closing the distance between us.
“I’m having a shite of a day, Mack.” He grips my hair in his fist. “And I want ye to make it better.”
“Anything for you,” I whisper.
He kisses me. And then he has my hand, dragging it over the bulge in his jeans. I grip his hot cock and rub, jacking him off through the material. Almost instantly, his eyes fall half shut, and he lets out an agonized sound.
He looks a little off balance today. More on edge than I’m used to seeing him. And I know things must be really bad. He needs this. He needs me to take his stress away. I want to.
I tug on his zipper and slip my hand inside of his briefs, stroking him hard and rough the way he likes. He isn’t moving. He’s hardly even breathing. His eyes are closed and he’s just enjoying the moment. I slip down on my knees before him and he smiles. I already know what he’s thinking.
“You’re the only man I’ll ever bow down to like this,” I tell him.
I didn’t think he could get any harder, but I was wrong. He grips my hair and pulls my mouth all the way down on his shaft until I’m flush with his pelvis.
“Ah, Christ sweetheart,” he sighs.
And then he’s face fucking me. Hard and fast and all I can do is hold onto his thigh and squeeze his ass with my other hand. He drags my mouth up and down his shaft, making those noises that I love. I’m obsessed with those sounds, knowing that I caused them. Lach’s never looked sexier than he does right now. He’s looking down at me like I’m his savior, and I can’t fucking handle it. I want to be his relief. I want to be so many things to him, but not his savior. Because I’m not.
A tear escapes my eye, and I tell myself that it’s just from him gagging me. He grabs my head and pushes me all the way down on his cock while he blows his load inside my mouth.
“Take it,” he grunts.
I slavishly do as he says. And even when his grip has relaxed, and he’s stroking my hair, I’m still sucking on him. Taking care of him. What the fuck is wrong with me?
He’s hardly softened at all. And somehow I know that isn’t going to be the last of it. Just as I suspect, he bends down and pulls me back up to the desk, resting my ass right on the edge. And then he kneels until his face is right between my legs. He gives me a little shove until I fall back on my elbows and I’m staring up at the ceiling.
And then his mouth is on me, sucking, licking, biting at me. I don’t want to enjoy it because a part of me feels like I don’t deserve this. But when he pushes his tongue inside of me, my brain shuts off completely.
My breath quickens. My pulse flutters. My back snaps backwards as he buries his face between my legs. I hate him. I hate him for making me feel this way. So confused. So off balance. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
I reach down and stroke his hair anyway. Fuck. I’ve never felt so conflicted. All of my frustrations, my confusion, my arousal… they combine to form an atomic bomb inside of me. And when it goes off, I scream out his name.
I collapse back onto the desk, and without any pause he’s pushing inside of me. Despite my exhaustion, my body sucks him in greedily. Lach groans and then pulls me backwards until we both collapse in the chair.
He pins my arms behind my back and licks my nipples until I can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck, these tits,” he grunts. “I love these goddamn tits.”
He’s always saying that. I smile at him and he kisses me hard.
“Move your hips for me,” he murmurs roughly.
I know what he wants, so I give it to him. A lap dance on his cock. He leans back and enjoys the show while I roll my hips in circles and feel him swelling even more inside of me.