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 sit, simmering and reminding myself that all of this is new for me. Caring for someone like this, loving a woman like this — this is all new territory.
Just the same, I call up the building’s security cameras on my computer and start scanning through the angles of the front door. Suddenly, my eye catches a familiar wave of ginger hair, and my heart jumps in my throat. But then, I notice who she’s with, and my mood sours.
Bill.
I know the asshole is part of the deal, for now, and I know putting up with him is too. Again, for now. But still, having him here when I just want to be with my angel is like a little dark cloud I don’t fucking need. But I push that thought away as I watch them get into the elevator to come on up.
All I need is her.
I watch another camera as she steps out, my eyes taking her in and the beast inside of me roaring at the outfit she’s wearing. It’s very office appropriate — knee-length pencil skirt, long-sleeved blouse, with her hair up high. But even still, the fire blazes inside of me. Even still, the caveman in me wants to drag her into this office, bend her over my desk, tear those conservative clothes from her body with my teeth, and then bury every inch of my cock between her legs. I want her on her knees, her mouth open and her tongue out, and then I want her on her back, holding her knees while I run my tongue over every candy sweet inch of her pussy.
My cock lurches, and I groan as I reach down and stroke myself through my suit pants.
Jesus, this is what she does to me. This is the fucking primal animal she turns me into — drooling over her and stroking my dick in my damn office, wanting nothing more than to feel her tight, wet slit slide down my shaft.
And that is exactly what I plan on doing. Right now.
I stand and storm for my office door, and I don’t plan on coming back in here without her.
13
Lyra
I gasp, jolting as I feel him come up right behind me. His masculine scent invades my senses, and when I feel his thick cock pressing right against my ass, I almost want to just give in right there. Even with what I know now, all I want to do is bend over my desk, yank my skirt up, and beg him to make me his all over again like he did last night and this morning.
But I can’t. I can’t — not with what I know now. Because now, whatever I thought we had is a poison.
The thought makes me squeeze my eyes shut, determined not to cry here at work, and not in front of him. His hands skim up my sides, and I steel myself, determined not to give in, or moan, or whimper, or turn around and smash my lips to his.
“You were late,” he purrs into my ear, his hands sliding over my hips. I take a shaky breath, biting my lip as I nod slowly.
“Yeah, sorry.”
I can feel him pause, and probably wonder why I haven’t turned around. He can’t know that if I do, I’ll lose it completely. Everything I’ve been told this morning by Bill and the FBI agents tears through my head, and those damn pictures of him and that other girl that Agent Hall showed me bite into something deep inside of me.
And that’s why I can’t turn around. That’s why it hurts so much that I can’t turn and face the man I love, even with what I know.
“Angel,” he growls into my ear, making me gasp even as I try and stop it. “Talk to me.”
I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut and biting my lip.
“Lyra.”
I squeeze my eyes tighter, using every bit of my strength not to lose it right there. But before I can stop him, he’s turning me around in his arms.
“Look at me,” he says quietly.
I look at his chest, shaking my head slowly.
“Lyra, please,” his voice is tense as he cups my cheek with his soft, warm hand, and gently raises my gaze. His eyes pierce into mine, and suddenly there’s no stopping the tears.
“Fuck, angel,” he growls, pulling me tight to him and wrapping his arms around me — so protective and so loving. I sob into his chest, wanting to hit him, and hate him, and love him all at once. I want to run away and I want to kiss him.
“Come with me,” he murmurs, taking my hand and pulling me after him as he strides down the hallway. We manage to avoid pretty much anyone else before he pulls me into his office and shuts the door quietly behind us. He turns, cupping my face and looking into my eyes with such heat and tenderness that I melt right there.