Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“What about...” She tilts her head to the side, thinking. “If another window breaks?”
“Don’t break your windows on purpose.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose last time.”
“I don’t care if it’s a broken window or a needy pussy. You call me. Only me. Nobody else.”
Her eyes come back to mine and her lips part. I can tell she wants to ask me whether this goes both ways. She’ll want to know if I’m fucking anyone else, and if I’m allowed to call in other women whenever I need.
“And you will be the only one I see for my needs as well,” I tell her to ease any worries and then kiss her. I keep my eyes open and watch as she closes hers. Good girl.
I don’t want any other woman. I don’t want my hands on anyone else. I don’t want to be inside anyone else. “And if you need anything else. A dress, a dinner out…anything. You’ll let me know.”
Maddie closes her lips, a smile curving the corners of them. I trace her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. It sends another throb to my cock, though I’ve just fucked her.
That’s how much I want her.
“We have a deal,” she says.
“I like it when you call me Sir,” I tell her.
Her lips form a tempting smile as she looks up at me with a devilish and playful spark in her eyes. “We have a deal, Sir.”
Maddie
Smiling, a cup of coffee in one hand and the breeze from the bustling city blowing my hair back, I wait at the cross walk and think back on this past week. Showing up at Graham’s office was even better than the ‘good idea’ Suzette suggested, and so was the safe word.
When I walked in, he looked like he’d been starving. Butterflies bat away in my chest at the memory, and my smile widens. There’s no denying it, he’s into me. And I’m into him. It’s hot and I don’t care what anyone else would think…not that I’m shouting it from the rooftops or down the streets of New York City.
It still feels a little scandalous. A little forbidden. I never thought I’d trade my body for rent money. I also never thought I’d like it so much—this power-play thing that’s happening. I freaking love it.
I never thought I’d get addicted to the feeling.
I clear my throat and bury the thoughts away as a work text comes through. I have to pause on the street to answer it.
Even with what’s going on between Graham and me, I’ve been bringing my best to my job as Michael Davies’ new assistant.
Suzette made it sound like he just needed one secretary, but it turns out the company is large enough that the CEO has one lead secretary and three assistants. I’m one of the three, and I’m going to stand out if it’s the last thing I do. With the text sent, I take a sip of much needed caffeine and continue on, my heels clicking and my confidence rising higher and higher.
It’s easier not to think of Graham when I’m actively taking notes, making copies, and answering emails, but every time my mind wanders…
There he is.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t struggle with it at first. The arrangement we made where he took care of my rent had been illicit, something people only do in secret, and I knew I shouldn’t go running back once I could handle the rent on my own.
But I wanted him.
I wanted more of him. More of that naughty, illicit feeling. I wanted to do something dirty. I won’t lie, the idea of crawling to him makes me hotter than I thought it ever would. Yet, there’s another side that has me questioning if this is wise. It was more, and sweeter, and when he’d admitted he wanted me to be there for him—just for him and nobody else—my heart almost flew out of my chest. I wonder if he knows how needy he looked at that moment.
I’m not going to tell him. Graham is handsome and charming and rich, and he doesn’t want people to know he needs anything. But there’s a piece of him that’s missing something, and I know I can be that. And I am enjoying every second of it…I’m just a little nervous that I’m the one who’s going to fall head over heels and I’m the one who’s going to get my heart broken again.
At that thought, I catch him outside walking like he’s coming back from a coffee shop, a to-go cup in his hand.
“Isn’t it late for coffee?” I call from the crosswalk, a smirk on my face as I toss my own cup into the metal trash can.
Graham looks over at me, not seeming very surprised that we’re running into each other. After all, the past few days we have and I’m starting to think it’s because he knows my schedule and he’s waiting for me. His handsome eyes rake down my dress and my body heats. As they lift to mine, he smirks and responds, “Needed a pick-me-up.”