Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“Wow, this is a lot to digest.” I’m sitting in front of her. She’s on the couch, while I’m on the coffee table, my elbows on my knees, needing to see her face when I laid everything out. It seems we all have tried to protect our woman in some way or form. Boston and I have fucked up more than Parker and Ezra ever have. Their mother has a lot to do with that; she’d never let them fuck up. And even if my own knew what was going on, I was unprepared for the beauty in front of me. I couldn’t ever have expected my Doe to mean what she does to me.
“Yeah, it is, but you deserve to know the truth. When we do go back to work, you’ll be working inside my office from now on. I’m not taking any chances, never again, Doe. You’re mine, and I protect what’s mine.” Her eyes turn soft. Fuck, it makes me want to pull her into my lap, kiss her the way I’ve been dying to since I had her on my desk after the Wescott bullshit.
“Okay, so, what have you found on Governor Wescott, and what can I do to help?” I’m thrown for a loop. One, I am not telling her everything Wyatt has found so far, and two, she’s already been hurt. No damn way am I allowing that to happen again.
“Wyatt is still digging through everything. Besides stealing money, we’re not sure,” I sugarcoat it. “As for you helping, Doe, you’re already hurt. Boston feels like he’s the one to blame when it’s me. I should have had parameters set in place; I did have a few. Wyatt is working on that as well. No way Wescott should have been able to make it up as far as he did, not without special authority.” One of the security guards clearly has some explaining to do, considering our protocol is pretty fucking thorough. I’d hate to fire someone who needs a job and has been working for Sterling & Associates for a while now, but there’s no way I’ll allow an employee to stay at the potential of Fawn getting hurt again.
“Sylvester, you and Boston both have to realize you’re not responsible for other people’s actions.” Fawn moves closer. There’s no resentment in her voice, when she has every right to be pissed at me. Her good hand cups my cheek. The need to have her in my lap grows. “Now, it’s been a long day. I’m not even getting into the fact that neither of us will get any work done if I’m in your office. The door will undoubtedly be shut, and you’ll have me on every available surface.” She takes a breath. “I also know when not to argue with you. All it will do is get me out of breath, and I’m suddenly feeling very tired.” She stands up in front of me. Her hand drops from my cheek, and she reaches for my hand.
“Is that so? Well, I just so happen to have a very big bed, made for two.” I give in to the temptation that is Fawn. I’d be an idiot not to take advantage of the woman currently in front of me. Have her naked and in my bed, my head buried between her soft thighs, making her come while staving myself off until she’s at least gotten off twice before I’m going to come inside her tight little body and brand myself inside her in every way possible.
EIGHTEEN
Sly
Only assholes would assume missionary is plain and boring. That couldn’t be further from the truth when you’ve got someone like I have beneath me. “Hand above your head. Keep it there, and don’t let go,” I tell her, still pissed about her wrist and how things played out.
“Yes, sir.” She rolls her eyes while saying it. She also places her hand above her head, fingers holding on to the pillow under her silky locks of hair. It’s not lost on me that anytime we are alone, our clothes tend to fall off, like when she guided me up the stairs, slowly stripping off each scrap of fabric, my own following in her wake.
I shake my head. My cock slides through her wetness, leaving my length glistening. “Just for that I should make you beg. We both know how you like when I come inside you. Should I take that away from you?” I tease, pulling my hips back. I’m on my knees, the back of her thighs on top of mine, body spread, tits out, shaking with each movement I make. Her soft creamy skin against my darker, harder skin is a sight.
“We all know Sylvester Sterling would never allow himself to waste his cum. You’ve made that clear on more than one occasion. What is it you said?” She pretends to ponder for a moment. “Oh yeah, my pussy is the only one that takes your cum until I’m swollen with your child.” I did say that. It wasn’t lost on me that I never asked for permission and she never told me differently. She may be joking right now, but we both know the truth—she wants my child as badly as I want her to have it.