Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Oh no.
How was it possible that this situation was getting so much worse?
“So, I was going to handle the problem myself, until I saw you watching me. If you were wondering if I finished myself off when I went back to the shower, you were right. Seeing you watch me turned me on, Chloe.” He slid his hand across the edge of the counter until his thumb brushed my hip. “Imagine how surprised I was when I went back to your room and heard you moaning in there.”
Heat flushed through my body.
I turned him on? All of this was happening because of me?
“And that was a problem,” he continued, keeping his mouth close to my ear. “Because when I left you, all I could think about was what you were doing to make yourself moan like that, then I started wondering what I’d have to do to you to make you make those noises.”
I stared at a worn-down bit of grout on the tiles in front of me. If I didn’t, I might just close my eyes and give into the deceptive seduction of his voice.
God only knew my body was reacting to what he was saying.
“I always thought you hated me, even if we are friends now.” He dipped his head and brushed his lips down my neck in the most featherlight touch, not quite kissing me but not quite not kissing me at the same time. “But there’s no way you hate me after hearing your moans. Am I right, Chloe?”
I swallowed, beating down my arousal. “We shouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“Then tell me to stop.” He moved behind me, and I could feel his erection pressing against my lower back. He touched his lips to the tender spot beneath my ear and wrapped one arm around me, pulling my body back against his. “Tell me no, and I’ll stop. I’ll walk away, and we’ll never discuss this again.”
I couldn’t say anything.
Stop what?
What was he going to do?
“Tell me yes,” he murmured. “And I’ll touch you the way you want to be touched.”
“Who said I wanted to be touched?”
“Your body. You’re turned on right now, Chloe, and you know you are. Your cheeks are all pink and you’re breathing is all shuddery.” He grazed his teeth across my neck. “So, what is it? Yes, or no?”
I drew in a shaky breath. He was right. I was turned on, and I did want to be touched, but this was Theodore.
Mr Black.
The Bastard.
My boss.
“You’re my boss,” I whispered.
“Not right now.” He nipped and licked at the side of my neck, sending little shoots of pleasure flying through me. One of his hands slid up my body, expertly avoiding my breasts, and cupped my jaw. His finger and thumb followed the line of my jaw perfectly, and he tilted my head back. “Answer me, Chloe. Do you want me to touch you right now? Can I find out what I must do to make you moan for me?”
Shit.
I was done for.
There really was only answer right now—one that every bit of my body was crying out for me to give.
“Yes.”
He turned my face just enough so that our lips could meet. His kiss was hungry, and the fervour with which he moved his lips across mine was nothing short of fiery. Every stroke of his tongue against mine lit a spark deep inside me, and I whimpered as he slid his hand up beneath my jumper dress and cupped my breast.
His fingertips toyed with the edge of my bra cup, and the will-he-won’t-he anticipation sent a shiver of longing through me.
I reached up and wrapped my arm around his neck, using my other hand to grip onto the edge of the sink for dear life. The kiss combined with his touch was so intense that it almost felt as though I’d collapse if I let go for even a second.
He pulled my bra down and cupped my breast, rubbing his thumb across my nipple. The soft fleece of my jumper dress brushed across it in the absence of his touch, and I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped me.
He swallowed every little noise I made with his kiss as if it were nothing. His hand moved from my neck to under my dress to cup my other breast, and I pressed my thighs together as if it would stop the incessant throbbing of my clit.
I couldn’t escape how wrong this felt. Theodore was my boss—and it wasn’t until a couple of weeks ago that I didn’t want to smack him with something very heavy.
How was it possible that I was being groped by him in the kitchen?
Fuck. I wasn’t sure it mattered. Everywhere he touched me sparked to life like he had some magical power in his fingertips, and that was abundantly true when he slid his right hand down my stomach to the apex of my thighs.