Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Mistletoe? That’s your excuse?” she hisses. I’ve seen videos of her online, always so controlled, so professional. Now she sounds on the verge of tears. “Do you really think you can just—"
“I didn’t kiss her, Kathryn.”
She freezes, mouth open, pupils quivering.
“What?”
I step forward, and she steps back. I step closer, she backs up more.
“I can kiss you, though. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
She gasps. Her eyes go wide as she tries to focus on anything other than me. But I’m so close now that it’s nearly impossible.
“You cannot speak to me that way…I am Kathryn Meyer. I am the CEO of this company!”
I can’t help but laugh as I drag my eyes up and down her body, imagining the beauty beneath.
“You look like a scared little rabbit, you know that?”
She grasps the counter with both hands to steady herself, as if a faint breeze might send her to the floor.
I move closer, inhaling her designer perfume. I reach out for the hem of her blazer, but she twists away.
Her eyes move to my hands, and her lips part like she’s attracted to them. The rough hands of a guy who had to work his way through school. I don’t come from money like she does.
I bet she’s soft and smooth from all the expensive moisturizer and spa treatments, anti-aging diets and whatever pricy fitness regime she follows.
“You want me,” I say softly. “Just say it.”
A timid laugh falls from her lips. She raises a hand to her forehead like she’s checking her temperature. I can practically see it rising.
“You…are way out of line…”
“Say it,” I repeat, stepping closer, pressing my body right up against hers.
She’s looking down now. Right at our feet.
“I should fire you for this behavior,” she whispers, but she’s not talking to me—she’s talking to herself. As if to remind her that she’s my boss.
“Say it,” I growl, lifting her chin, forcing her gray-blue eyes to mine. “Or I’m leaving.”
The moment stretches until it’s nearly unbearable. With a sigh, I turn to go, but that’s when she says it.
“I…I want you…”
I turn back, pushing in closer so she can feel my hard cock pressing against her stomach.
“Say it again.”
“I want you,” she repeats, her voice barely a whisper.
“Good girl.”
I kiss her, and it’s the most incredible kiss I’ve ever had. She’s so delicate, so soft. But it’s like she’s never been kissed before.
She doesn’t kiss back. She lets me do all the work. When I slip my tongue into her mouth, she tenses up like it’s all brand new.
Is it possible she’s a virgin?
Can’t be. She’s thirty-one. What kind of girl hasn’t been fucked at least once by the time she’s thirty-one?
The thought turns me on like hell, though.
I reach down and stroke the bare skin of her thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. She gasps into my mouth as I move up, sliding my fingers under.
Just like I thought—her skin is soft, smooth, warm.
I keep moving up until I feel the lace of her panties. I tug the fabric aside to find her pussy, bare and wet beneath…
…and ready for me.
“I…I can’t do this,” she blurts out. Again, I force her to look me right in the eyes.
“What did you say to me a minute ago?”
A wash of emotions play out across her beautiful face. Her eyes widen, and her lips tremble.
“I want you…”
“Then stop pretending that you don’t.”
I run my fingers across her smooth, waxed pussy lips. She better not have done that for someone else. But with her clear lack of kissing experience, I doubt it.
I stroke gently, teasing her a little, then drag a finger gently up her slit, causing a moan to drop from her lips.
Her entire body quivers as I find her clit and apply pressure.
“Oh my God…”
I dance my thumb across her button, making little circles. Her juices coat my fingertips, wetting her inner thighs. Her body is just begging me for more.
“Whose pussy is this now, princess?” I ask, using my other hand to grab her breast through her shirt.
“Yours,” she whispers.
“No one’s ever done this to you, have they?” I think I know her response, but I’m right on edge as she hesitates.
Finally, she shakes her head. “No.”
Fuck yes.
That means she’s mine, and I’ll have her in every way I want her.
“You like it, don’t you?” I ask, applying more pressure to her clit. “Bossing men around all day. Telling them what to do. But I’ll tell you one thing. You can’t do that with me, can you?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I can’t…”
Good. Now she gets it.
I keep going, applying more pressure, squeezing her tit through her shirt as she continues to tremble.
I can tell she’s about to come. She’s only seconds away now, dying to slide my cock into her tiny, dripping cunt.
But now is not the time. For either of us.