Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
"Bastian." It's supposed to be a protest, but it sounds too much like a moan, especially when his hand slides up underneath my skirt and he flips it up over my hips.
"Keep complaining," he grunts, gripping my ass with one hand while flicking my panties to the side with the other. "We both know you love when I'm in your office, fucking up your day, baby."
"Do not," I lie.
"Oh, really? Then why are you so wet right now?"
"I'm not. You're imagining things."
He snorts softly, biting the side of my throat. "Little liar." His thumb circles my clit, the other hand around my throat craning my head back. "You're soaked for me."
"M-maybe I was fantasizing about strangling you with your tie."
"Choke me anytime you want," he growls, flicking his lips against the seam of my lips. "But as soon as you're finished, it's my turn to watch you choke, Constance."
I moan his name, my core clenching.
He plays with me, driving me right to the brink and then sending me careening over the edge with his lips on mine to stifle my cries. I come apart with a loud moan anyway, my whole body lighting up like fireworks.
The rush of bliss through my veins is perfection. So is the way he sighs softly, bundling me into his arms to pull me down into the chair afterward. His arms close around me, my head tucked against his shoulder.
"I needed that," he murmurs, his lips against my crown.
"We didn't even have sex," I say, smiling into his throat.
"Didn't need to come, baby. I needed to watch you come. Watching you fall apart calms me down."
I laugh softly because I know he's not joking. Anytime he's particularly cranky, he comes looking for me. I'm not really complaining. He hasn't been my boss in years. Now, he's just my world. It's an important distinction.
"I love you," I murmur.
He sighs sweetly, brushing his lips across my crown. "I love you too, baby."
"You calm enough to move that bookcase?"
"Hell no. They're probably looking for me."
"Well, I need to pee, so…" I pat him on the shoulder. "Sucks to suck, my guy."
He growls, tugging my head back to meet my gaze, his expression all hot and cranky. "Did you just call me my guy?"
"I was trying something new."
"I'm your husband, not your buddy, Constance." His eyes narrow further. "Do I need to make you come again to prove it?"
"Um, not unless you want me to pee all over you, my guy," I say, taunting him just because I can. Just because he's mine and I know damn well that he'll let me get away with it. He always does.
A growl rumbles in his throat as he stands in one fluid motion, hauling me up with him. I giggle as he swats me on the ass and then stomps across the room to shove the bookcase back into place.
He cracks the door open, peeking out into the hall like he's checking to make sure the coast is clear, and then steps aside, making room for me. As soon as I try to step around him, he has me in his arms, his dick nestling between my cheeks, and his lips at my ear.
"Go pee and come right back," he growls, nipping the shell of my ear. "You're going to pay for fucking with me."
I moan softly, stumbling when he releases me. When I glance back at him, he's standing in my doorway, his eyes blazing with heat.
God, he's as beautiful now as ever.
And he's lost his mind if he thinks I'm coming straight back after I pee.
He should know me better than that by now.
I live for making his life difficult…which is precisely what I do when I slip my phone out of my pocket and text the family group chat from the bathroom.
Me: FYI, Bastian is hiding in my office.
"Constance!" I hear him growl from all the way down the hall, and I know he's seen the message. I bet he's so pissed right now.
I tuck my phone back into my pocket, laughing loudly.
Looks like I will be getting some work done today, after all. I kind of doubt he will, though.