Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“What do you want from me?” I watch as she ever so slightly leans closer to me, and it’s as if her body did it without her permission.
“I want to watch.” This time my tongue sweeps across my bottom lip as I imagine her naked on my bed pleasuring herself.
“Oh god.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she swallows hard. “You want to watch what?”
My smile is sinister as I blatantly look her up and down. “I want to watch you cum on that dildo.” The words are filthy and dark, but they’re exactly the truth.
“You can’t be serious.” She looks away, but when her eyes finally meet mine, they’re hooded, and I can see the desire.
“I’ve never been more serious in my life,” I say, leaning so close now that my cheek is nearly touching hers. My lips are right next to her ear when I smile and whisper my desire. “Tomorrow, after work. My place.”
I inhale her sweet scent of vanilla and spice, and my mouth waters to taste her. My lips brush just over the shell of her ear before I force myself to pull back. With the space between us, I feel empty and cold, but I know that if I stay a moment longer, I’ll maul her like an animal. I need to get myself under control because I never predicted this kind of reaction to Parker. It’s too much too fast, and this isn’t something I want to be over quickly. I want to savor this.
“See you in the morning,” I say before I pick up the box once more and leave her dorm room.
There’s no way she’s using this thing without me.
Chapter Five
Parker
“Thank you for this,” I tell Lexi as she puts the finishing touches on my makeup. She got up early to help me, and I’m grateful she agreed.
I normally don’t wear anything but mascara and some lip gloss unless we’re going out, but I needed this today. I slept like crap last night and tossed and turned until the sun came up. The dark circles under my eyes need to be hidden, and Lexi is the best.
“No thanks needed. I love when you let me do your makeup.” She gives me a reassuring smile. “Plus, you’re worked up over nothing. Grab the box when you get there and be done with it.”
“Right,” I mumble. I hadn’t told her about what happened last night, and I’m not even sure I could say it out loud.
If I was able to, she might march down to Samuel’s office and junk punch him. Or she might google him and figure out if he’s into it. The problem is that from the second I saw him, I was attracted to him, and it only got worse the more he talked. Especially when he said he wanted to watch me get off. There is something seriously wrong with my vagina because she was more than on board with all of this.
“You’re keeping something from me,” Lexi suddenly says when I get out of the chair to put on my outfit for the day. She stares at me so hard that I can practically feel her eyes burning into my back.
“It’s nothing,” I lie and immediately regret it. “Shit, I mean it’s something, but can we talk about it tonight? I can’t be late.” I’m pretty sure I’m already on thin ice as it is, and at this point, showing up late would not be good.
“Fine,” she agrees. “But don’t think I’ll forget. What time will you be back?”
Crap. I’m supposed to go over to Samuel’s after work. Even thinking about that sounds nuts. It’s my first day, and I’m going home with the boss? Is this normal for him? My stomach starts to knot as I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
“Not sure. I’ll text you.” I wiggle into my skirt before I slip on some flats but grab heels to put on once I make it to the building.
“You look hot,” Lexi says when I’m done getting dressed.
“Is the skirt too much?” It’s flowy and stops a few inches above my knees. “Should I wear pants?” I’ve always favored dresses if I have to get dressed up. If not, then give me my yoga pants and a sweater.
“It’s perfect. You look incredible.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Go earn that bacon.” She smacks my booty, making me jump.
“I’m not getting paid,” I grumble. Not only do I hate this internship, but I’m not getting anything out of it except a job that I’ll equally hate later in life.
“It’s a bunch of bullshit if you ask me,” she says as I grab my bag and shove my heels inside. “Good luck.”
“Thanks. I’m going to need it.”
Sadly, it doesn’t take me long to make it to the building, and I stand outside debating if I should go in. How pissed would my father be if I quit? Would he eventually get over it? I think he’d be more mad if he found out about the dildo thing.