Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Her eyes light up and a grin spreads across her face. “Absolutely.”
My dick chubs in my slacks. I turn on my heel, stalking into my office, so she doesn’t take notice. I’ve barely sat down behind my desk when she walks in.
“Close the door,” I say in a gruff tone. “Please.”
She nods, her cheeks blooming pink like a rose, and shuts the door behind her. For a moment, we simply stare at one another. My mind is going a million miles per second, giving me illicit flash after flash of images—all of which have me shoving her skirt up her thighs, spreading her toned legs apart, and feasting on what I know would be the sweetest pussy in existence.
“I missed you today.” My voice is hoarse with need. I roll back a little in my chair and pat my own thigh.
Fucking really, man? Your lap?
To my surprise, her smile twists from sweet into something deviant. My dick is eager, hard and forcing the fabric of my slacks to tighten around it. There’s no hiding the fact I’m caging an erection in a sixteen-hundred-dollar pair of Tom Ford twill slacks.
She saunters my way, the unsure girliness gone and in its place a sexually confident panther. I’m prey, caught in her grip, as she makes her way over to me. Her scent swirls around me and I ache to bury my face in her hair to inhale it straight from the source.
Turning in my chair to face her, I slightly part my thighs to give her room to sit. Her gaze settles on the obvious outline of my cock. The pink on her cheeks returns and the smile she offers me is private. A smile just for me. A knowing, pleased smile.
I’m in so much fucking trouble right now.
How do I stop?
She places her hand on my shoulder to steady herself as she sits on my thigh. Her leg brushes against my dick, sending explosive energy coursing through my entire body. I open my mouth to speak—to say anything to douse this charged moment in cold water—but nothing comes out. Her fingers tease along my neck and through the trimmed hair on my head. Unable to sit and do nothing, I give my hand permission to go where it wants.
A gasp escapes her as my hand meets her naked thigh. With her sitting, her skirt has ridden up, revealing more beautiful tattooed skin. I’m caught in a dangerous moment in time where we’re on the precipice of something that could ruin my entire life. Anyone could walk in and make terrible conclusions—all of which would be true.
I want to fuck my stepdaughter.
And she sure as hell wants to fuck me.
Grabbing hold of her hip with my other hand, I pull her closer to me, loving the zing of pleasure that shoots to my balls at the touch of her body against my most sensitive part. Her fingers slide deeper into my hair and she slightly tugs at the strands.
“Love…” The slight rasp is all I can manage. A weak attempt to ask her to move away before I do something regrettable.
“My day was good, but now it’s even better,” she murmurs, slightly parting her thighs as if to invite my hand closer.
I groan when she wriggles against me, sending more pleasure shooting through me. I grip her thigh hard enough to make her moan. The thought of leaving claiming bruises on her leg for all to see has me doing it again. I ache to leave more bruises on her, this time with my teeth and mouth.
We’ve crossed a line, but we’re not too far gone yet.
I could stop this.
I have to stop this.
She grips my neck, pulling herself closer and bringing her ass over my cock. This time, I’m making the sound of pleasure. I need to tell her to stop, but it feels too damn good having her grind her ass against me.
My fingers have inched all the way beneath her skirt and I know this because I can feel the silky edge of her panties with my fingertip. The desire to pull it away and sink my fingers into her tight heat is maddening.
Fuck, I want her so goddamn badly.
Her efforts become more earnest, as though with every movement, she knows she’s bringing me closer to coming. I’ll ruin these slacks and my dry cleaner’s image of me, but I can’t find it in me to care at the moment. All I care about is coming with this sexy little thing on my lap.
But we can’t.
We can’t do this because there’s no undoing it.
I’m about to tell her as much, to warn her off before the explosion, but she stops me dead in my tracks. In a surprisingly bold move, she leans closer, bringing her supple lips to mine.
The kiss is soft and sweet at first.