Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“I can’t keep my head straight,” he says quietly. “Tonight I mean. I can’t talk to any of those people down there, I can’t think business, or this deal, or any of it.” His jaw tightens as his eyes pierce into mine. “Not after you.”
He kisses me again, and this time, I know I’m lost — lost in the best, sweetest, most perfect way. Lost like I never want to be found. Part of me thinks this might be too good to be true. The doubt in me says that this is what he says to every girl he charms into his office, since he’s so damn charming, and gorgeous, and magnetic.
He stops suddenly, pulling back and giving me a curious look before he smirks.
“You think that’s a line.”
My eyes snap to his, and he grins.
“No, I’m not a mind reader, but it’s all over your face, baby girl.”
I bite my lip, looking away shyly.
“Well, is it?” I finally say quietly.
“No,” he growls, and I gasp at the ferocity in his voice as his arms suddenly pull me tight to him.
“No, hell no,” he hisses. I look up to see his eyes blazing with heat, his jaw tight as he gazes right into my eyes.
“There are no other women, angel. None. Not with how busy I am with this empire, and none that have ever caught my eye. No one has ever captured me the way you have. Because you?” he groans, his hands sliding up my sides, teasing over my ribs and making me shiver in anticipation
“You’re nothing I saw coming,” he says quietly.
“That’s ‘cause I snuck into your office.”
He grins broadly, the smile twinkling in his eyes as he moves into me. His hand slides into my hair, and I gasp as he pulls just tight enough to ease my head back and send a thrill through my body.
“You snuck into more than just my office, angel,” he whispers, and before I can answer, his lips crash into mine.
Damien kisses me fiercely this time, his whole body wrapping around mine as if the two of us are melting into one body. I moan into his lips, my tongue playing with his and my pulse hammering in my ears as I give up, give in, and let everything I’m feeling pour into him. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, and it’s everything.
I gasp as I feel Damien’s hand slide over my leg, his powerful fingers pushing at the edge of my cocktail dress until it slips up my thigh.
“You haven’t cleaned up, have you?” he growls, the heat and the raw need back in his voice. It sends a jolt of desire through me, my pulse jumping, my nipples spiking to points under my dress.
“No,” I gasp, shaking my head.
“Show me,” he groans into my lips before he pulls back. His hands slide to my knees, pulling my legs apart as I reach down and tug at the hem of my dress. I pull it up, and my body shivers with desire as I watch him tighten, an animal-like growl coming from his lips as I show him my panty-covered pussy.
They’re sticky and wet with dark stains from his cum and mine.
Damien growls.
“Dirty girl with dirty, naughty panties,” he rumbles, his hands skimming slowly up and down my thighs.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His touch tightens and I watch as his jaw twitches and a groan escapes his lips.
It feels so dirty calling him that, but it’s also so fucking hot. I hold his eyes, loving the way his gaze sets me on fire like I’ve never felt before. My fingers slip into my panties, and slowly, I pull them down.
I gasp as he kisses me hungrily, and when his hand cups me between my legs, I moan. He drags one thick finger up through my soft lips, sending a thrill through my body as it teases across my clit. His fingers ease back down to my entrance, and he starts to push just inside, when he stops.
“This,” he groans, his finger gently stroking through my lips, just shy of my virginity.
“I will take this,” he says darkly into my ear. “Soon, angel, I’ll spread your pretty thighs and bury every inch of my cock inside this sweet little cunt of yours.”
“I want you to,” I gasp.
“Soon, later,” he purrs. “When it’s right.”
He pushes my panties down the rest of the way, and I kick them off before he pulls my legs around his waist. I moan as he moves to his big desk chair, sitting with me spread on his lap. I gasp at the feel of him against me there — his cock so rock hard and throbbing against my bare pussy through his dress pants.
His hands push my dress higher, slipping it up my body until my breasts are bared to him. He growls, wrapping his lips around one nipple and then the other, his tongue teasing them to little pink points as I gasp in the darkness of his office. His cock throbs at the sounds of my pleasure, pulsing against me. And I know he can feel how wet I am — I’m sure it’s soaking into his pants, and ruining them.