Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27790 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27790 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“I’m good.”
He takes a step forward. “I think you want it.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “Want what?”
“Me.”
I don’t even know how to react at this moment. I’m more stunned than anything else, but I’m also turned on, because I do want him. And I wonder if I should just act on these impulses.
“And what makes you so sure I want you?”
He stuffs his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. “I heard you the other day.”
Chapter 6
Tobias
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If looks could murder a person, my little songbird’s death stare would slay me in a second. But I can see something else hidden in those smoky depths. Desire.
And that’s not me being narcissistic or not reading the room correctly. It’s a fact she’s thought about me. I heard her. And if my ears deceived me, my eyes sure didn’t. They saw how fucking stunning she looked, stroking her pussy with her neck arched and those long lashes dusting her flushed face.
I need to make her come again. There’s no denying I want this woman beneath me in every sexual way possible.
I’m so tempted to tell her to get on her knees right now. To suck my cock into submission.
Hell, I’m hard right now.
I stare at her plump lips, wondering what they’d feel like wrapped around me. Heaven. That’s what they’d feel like.
“Get out,” she finally says.
Hm. I may have gone too far. I can’t let her throw me out and never talk to me again.
I step forward, placing both palms flat on her desk, leaning over. “No need to fight this attraction you have for me.”
She zips up from her chair and moves around the desk until she’s standing right in front of me. I rise to my full size, challenging her.
“Let’s get one thing straight.” She pokes me in the chest with a dainty finger. “I am not like all the other women out there who fall at your feet. That was a moment of weakness you overheard.”
I glance down at her finger and then back to her fiery gray eyes. “Moment of weakness, huh?” And then I do something I know I shouldn’t. I palm the back of her neck, pulling her closer. “I guess this is my moment of weakness, then.”
I crash my lips to hers.
I expect her to push me away for being so brazen in kissing her, but she melts into me. Her hands glide up my chest, and she opens up for me, like a flower blossoming beneath the sun. I groan and take my time exploring every inch of her sweet mouth. Take my time gliding my tongue over hers. My heart pounds in my ears and the louder it beats, the deeper this kiss goes, until I’m ready to throw everything off the desk and ravage her sinful body on the sleek mahogany wood. She’s wanton, tugging at my hair and pressing her tits against my chest. The sensual moans she’s making right now are literally killing me. I splay my fingers in her silky hair, driving my knee between her legs, because I can’t take much more.
Before I can grind my thigh against her pussy, she pushes me away. “See, that proves it.”
“Proves what?” I ask, panting, my head still in a daze.
“Proves that I don’t want you.”
This wakes me up a little. I lean back, staring into her bewitching eyes. “Ah, how so?” There’s a hint of laughter in my voice because our kiss proves she is totally into me.
“If I could kiss you like that and push you away, that means I don’t want you.” She straightens her hair, returning to the chair behind the desk.
“Well, it doesn’t change the fact that I fucking want you.” I grip my hard cock through my pants. “See how badly I want you?”
She licks her lips.
Doesn’t want me, my ass. She’s practically panting.
“Get out,” she says again.
I let go of myself and smile. “One of these days you’re going to stop fighting this attraction you have for me and you’re going to beg for it.”
She slow-blinks. “You wish.”
“Ask me if I ever think about you while jerking off.”
“No way.” Again, if looks could kill. But there’s no denying that kiss.
“Ask me. I know you’re dying to know.” I move over to where she’s sitting and lean in, gripping the arms of her chair.
She holds my gaze. “Well, since you’re right here, do you?”
“Every night.” I dip my head to whisper in her ear, “And every fucking morning too.” I nip her earlobe before I turn on my heel and leave her office.
My little songbird is always surprising me. You’d think someone as delicate as her would have a snazzy sports car. A Mercedes or a Porsche. Cue the buzzer sound. Sydney has a white Ford truck with red leather seats. And damn, it only makes her sexier.