Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I saw Hugh walk in there,” I murmur against her ear. “Trust me, it’s doubtful you’ll be missed.”
She squirms, trying to break free, but I don’t allow it. One hand slides from the curve of her shoulder to the delicate column of her throat, fingers wrapping just enough to be possessive as my thumb traces the frantic flutter beneath her skin, stroking it. The contact is light, intimate, and has the exact effect I was looking for.
A thin tremor slides through her body as she goes slack in my arms.
Her presence has the same kind of impact on me. She doesn’t even have to touch me for the noise in my head to lessen. Just one look from her and everything in me settles.
It’s the calm I crave and the storm I can’t escape.
Rina can swear she doesn’t want this or me, but every shiver that racks her body betrays her. Every part of her reveals the truth when we’re together.
My other hand slides down to the hem of her skirt before drifting up her thigh until my fingers find the heat of her through the thin cotton of her panties.
I bite back a groan.
It’s impossible not to make a sound when I feel the soft, slick warmth waiting for me. She shifts closer with a small, involuntary movement.
I press my mouth to the shell of her ear. “Don’t even try to tell me you weren’t dying for this. I know you, baby. I know exactly what your body craves. I also know I’m the only one who can give it to you.”
Her resistance fractures, piece by piece, like glass under heat. There’s a part of me that wants to keep her here, locked away forever.
Hidden and safe.
Mine.
The smarter part knows this is reckless and addictive in equal measure.
Christ, how the hell am I ever going to get enough of this woman?
“Oliver,” she says, my name turning into a warning. “This is dangerous.”
Instead of pushing me away, her fingers curl around my forearm, keeping me locked in place.
The door creaks open, and boots scuff against concrete.
Shit.
Chuck, the team’s equipment manager, wanders in, whistling as he rummages through a rack of pads. Instinct takes over, and I drag Rina deeper into the shadows, tucking her tight against me.
The risk of getting caught sparks through the air, turning it electric.
If someone finds out about us, she’ll lose her job before I can even explain the situation. I should let her go, but I’m wired for collision, not retreat.
She stiffens, her eyes going wide.
I lean closer. “Don’t move or make a sound, otherwise Chuck’s going to get one hell of an eyeful.”
A noise breaks from her, her chest rising and falling rapidly as I shove her panties aside and slide two fingers deep inside her heat. She clenches around them, already drenched and needy. The strangled sound she makes is barely a gasp, but it ricochets through me like a gunshot.
Chuck freezes mid-rummage, head swiveling, gaze scanning the dim room.
“Quiet,” I whisper. “Or he’ll see that I’ve got my fingers buried in this sweet little pussy. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
I pull her closer until every inch of her body is pressed against mine. The temptation to move, to take, is like a live wire beneath my skin.
Chuck mutters something about missing gloves before turning back to the shelves. He doesn’t seem in any hurry to leave, and continues shuffling and digging through the gear. Every second that drags by feels more like an eternity.
I work my fingers inside her, as if we have all the time in the world, curling them in the way I know she likes. Her hips twitch, betraying her even as she tries to wriggle free.
“Widen your stance, baby girl,” I murmur against her temple, pressing a kiss against her warm skin. “Let me fuck you properly with my hand while Chuck is only fifteen feet away.”
When she hesitates, her body trembling with indecision, I tap her clit in warning.
With a helpless whimper, she spreads her legs.
I undo the buttons of her blouse with my other hand until it gapes open, then I slip my fingers into her bra and shove down the silky cups, allowing her breasts to spill free from their confines.
“That’s so much better, isn’t it? I’m a big believer in the ‘free the boobies’ movement.”
I tweak her nipples, tugging at them until her body jerks. She slaps a hand over her mouth as a muffled moan slips out. The sweet sound only spurs me on.
“Look at you,” I whisper, teeth grazing her skin. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight, just begging to be filled. Good ol’ Chuck has no idea how close you are to coming all over my hand.”
Her nails press crescents in my forearms that are hard enough to sting. Every taut line of her body screams that she’s on the edge of splintering apart. And I fucking love it. Love that I can undo her with just one touch. You’d never know it from the calm, professional way she walks these halls.