Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Maybe Tad had been wrong about how done Dan and EM actually were. If she was still in the house sometimes, it obviously wasn't completely finished. And she knew that she had been there the night before. In bed. With her husband.
Hannah cradled her head in her hands, wondering how the hell she had let things spiral so far out of her control. Control was her thing. She was great at it. And somehow she had managed to get herself involved in an affair with a married man who just so happened to have a crazy stalker wife who was making her life a living hell.
"So I found those under a pile of my clothes this morning," EM's voice sounded smooth and sexy over the intercom.
That bastard! Hannah jumped out of her chair, furious. She had been sitting there, her heart in her throat worried about someone who was out to get her. And he had been the one to leave them there. It seemed so out of character for him. A serious man like him shouldn't be able to play games too. It was too confusing.
And how dare he put her panties on her desk at work? Anyone could have walked in and seen them there. What might they have thought? It was completely inappropriate. So unprofessional. She was going to have to give him a piece of her mind.
She grabbed the panties, pulling the door open roughly and storming in.
He was leaning against the front of his desk, his hands spread to each side, holding the edge. He was waiting for her.
"This is completely inappropriate," she said, her voice raised. She hated how she always sounded shaky when she got angry. It completely undermined her feelings. She was holding her panties in her hand so he could see. "You can't..."
Elliott pushed off of the desk, moving slowly closer, looking a bit like a panther does when it sees pray but is being lazy about acting. His eyebrow was raised and his lip quirked. He liked her angry. It was a different look for her.
"I can't what?" he said, coming up close to her, his body a whisper from hers. "Can't do this?" he asked, grabbing her braid and pulling it and making her face turn up toward him. "Or this?" he said, pushing her roughly against the wall, his body keeping her firmly against it. He looked down at her. She was looking right up at him, her eyes at turn sharp and throwing daggers and soft and hazy with desire. "Or this?" he said, bringing his knee up between her legs and pushing them open until he was touching the juncture of her thighs. A small moan escaped her parted lips and she slumped a bit against him. "Definitely not this," he said, grabbing both of her wrist and pinning them on the wall above her head with one hand. "Or this," he said, his hand pulling roughly at the waist of her slacks and sliding underneath and down until he felt the line of her panties. His fingers toyed with the fabric which was already wet with desire.
Hannah felt her knees give the second his fingers started to rub the fabric of her panties against her heat. Elliott's hand pushed her wrists even harder against the wall. And he never took his eyes off of hers as he stroked her hard. The roughness of her cotton panties against her clit drove her closer to the edge.
She looked up at him watching her. Reaching, she grabbed his tie, using it to pull his face closer to hers until she could lean up and capture his lips in hers. She felt a smile on his lips before she pushed her tongue inside his mouth to stroke his. A growl escaped him, low and quiet, but there. With the sound, she felt her body reach its breaking point and his fingers pushed against her clit and her body spasmed with a powerful orgasm.
Her teeth bit into his lower lip as she came, her body shaking. His fingers kept their rubbing, making the orgasm last longer.
When she finally sank against the wall, spent, he pulled his hands out of her pants and started pulling her sweater up over her head. He released her wrists to pull the material over her head and throwing it on the ground. He grabbed her by the shoulder, turning her so that her back faced him. He grabbed for the clasps of her bra and undid them quickly and pulled her arms free. His hands quickly reached around her to cup her breasts. She felt her belly flutter when he grabbed them roughly and squeezed. He felt the hard nubs of her nipples against his palms and groaned.
Elliott applied pressure to her chest to force her body up against his. He felt her round ass push against his hips. Hannah groaned feeling the outline of his hard cock against her ass. His lips came down onto her neck, kissing and nipping roughly. Hannah moaned loudly, rubbing her backside against his hardness.