Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I arch, moaning his name, not sure if I’m in the real world or back in that bedroom, my fingers soaking with my own juices as I work myself close to orgasm. Prime’s dark, honey-brown eyes lock on mine, his full red lips parted, sweat dribbling down his perfect chin, rolling between his sculpted chest, and I want him to ruin me, to fuck me, to treat me like the dirty girl I am, to cross the line he’s never once come close to crossing with me despite bedding half of Philadelphia since the time I started working for him—
“Oh fuck, Prime,” I gasp, the orgasm ripping my brain in half as I shatter under him, big dick stretching me, fingers slicking up and down my slit, pool table creaking as I grind into my hand. I see the girl he was fucking, his defined back, her legs spread, her mouth open in bliss, and I’m that girl too getting filled to the brim—
“Hey, you didn’t tell me there’d be someone here!”
The other girl’s voice. But wait a second. In the haze of my orgasm comedown, I frown to myself.
That’s not what she’d said that morning when she noticed me, right?
No, I remember her lounging on an elbow, and tapping Prime on his firm ass. Uh, I think your assistant is here, dude.
That’s what she’d actually said, right?
My eyes snap open and I’m back in the game room.
My fingers are buried in my pussy. The heel of my palm is slick against my clit. My legs are spread wide, and my ass is grinding into Prime’s rare, artisanally crafted velvet, and there are two people standing in the doorway.
The first is a girl. I’ve never seen her before. Fiery red hair blown out in a sleek wave around her shoulders. Tight bodycon dress showing off her full breasts and hips, the shirt absurdly short, and fuck-me heels. She’s stunning and wearing an outfit that suggests she’s not looking for a long-term partner.
The other is Prime.
“I don’t mind though,” the redhead says, putting a finger to her lower lip. “She’s really pretty, but it looks like she’s already done. Hey, are we interrupting? Or did you get tired of waiting?”
Prime watches me. I’ve never seen him look like that before, not in the two years I’ve been his personal assistant. It’s a feral look, a starving, desperate, unhinged glare, the sort of gaze only a monster trying to control his inner nightmare can conjure from the blackest depths of his rotten soul. That’s a little over the top but it’s true.
He takes the wrist of the redhead and turns her away.
“What’s the matter?” the girl asks, sounding confused. “Seriously, Prime, I don’t mind. Should we let her clean up? Where are we going? I thought you wanted to show me your pool table.”
Prime drags her from the room without a word.
And it’s like my entire life crumbles down around me.
CHAPTER 2
DEANNA
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
I get off the pool table and hurriedly pull my clothes on in full panic mode. My head’s racing. How much did they see? What if they didn’t realize what I was doing? But no, don’t be stupid, there was nothing ambiguous about seeing me spread eagle with my fingers buried in my own freaking pussy. Oh my god, this is the most mortifying moment of my entire life, and if I could bury down into the earth and let myself melt into a pool of lava, that wouldn’t be enough to make this shame go away.
He wasn’t supposed to be back for another two days. The bastard specifically said in that gruff, deep voice of his, I’ll show up sometime Monday. Make sure you feed my fish in the meantime.
Instead, it’s Saturday night, and he’s home.
What the hell is happening? Did his trip get cut short? I don’t know where he went—Prime disappears for days or weeks at a time and never bothers telling me what he’s been up to—and it’s not like I could’ve known he’d decide to come back early.
Still, masturbating on my boss’s pool table?!
I can’t believe how stupid I am. I was so mad at him ten minutes ago for making me do this and I decided to get my petty, meaningless revenge, while also relieving some of my inner tension. The idea popped into my head, and unlike ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the time, I actually acted on this impulse.
Now I’m reminded why I never, ever, ever take risks.
Life has a way of punishing me for any moment of pleasure or joy.
Prime’s going to fire me. There’s no way I’m going to walk out of this house with my job intact. And the shitty part is, it’s not because he saw me touching myself. Prime’s been slamming his dick into anything that breathes for as long as I’ve known him, and I’ve caught him in compromising positions before. That morning at the hotel was only the most intimate and detailed, but there have been other times, and it’s never been a big deal. He acts like it never happened or he teases me mercilessly when he realizes talking about sex makes me turn bright pink.