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)
“But why touch yourself? And why on the pool table?”
It rushes out of me in a torrent before I can cut myself off. Normally I’m reserved. I keep my distance from Prime the best I can. But now he’s seen me fingering myself and I might as well give him the full, ugly, pathetic truth.
“Because you love that thing, so I wanted to punish you in some stupid petty way, and I was thinking about the morning I caught you with those two girls six weeks back in your hotel room, and I just couldn’t help myself. It was gross and weird and stupid, and I’m so mortified I want to scream and die, so can you please let me get my bag so I can leave? I’ll return the phone, hand over your calendar, make sure I write a handoff document so your next assistant can get up to speed, but please—“
“Deanna.” This time, he sounds more exasperated than angry, which is the only thing that makes me stop talking. “Let me see your hands.”
I finally lift my head in surprise. “My hands?”
He puts his glass down and gestures. “Please.” There’s no anger in his voice anymore, only a strange resignation. His body is tense and leaning toward me, and I don’t know why I do it. I could turn and walk away. Instead, I let him cradle my right palm between his massive hands, and he lifts my fingers toward his mouth.
It happens slowly. I have time to make him stop, but I don’t. It’s the hand I was using on myself, the fingers I had buried in my pussy. He breathes my smell in deep and slides two between his lips.
It’s shocking and warm, his teeth scraping against my skin gently, his tongue swirling. He groans in pleasure and I know that sound, it’s the same noise he made when he was licking that blond girl’s pussy in the hotel room. He sucks my fingers holding my wrist tightly before pulling them out with a gasp, his breath coming fast.
“Prime?” I ask, blinking rapidly, confusion warring with the most erotic pulse I’ve ever felt between my legs. “What are—“
He grabs me, pulls me tight against him, and slams his mouth to mine.
I barely register the kiss. At first, it’s like I’m floating on the ceiling. Oh look, Prime’s kissing Deanna. But wait, I’m Deanna, that’s my face he’s devouring, my body he’s touching, that’s my gorgeous asshole playboy bastard boss kissing me, and suddenly I’m back in my body, Prime’s tongue in my mouth, the taste of warm bourbon and mint flooding my veins.
Another choice. Another chance. I could stop this, but I kiss him back instead.
I don’t understand it. That redhead was stunning and she was wearing a dress that screamed to be ripped from her supple body. While I’m nothing special and in a sweatshirt and athletic bottoms, my hair in a messy bun, no makeup, no reason to want me over her, but that’s exactly what he’s doing right now.
Oh god, and now I understand it. The way he kisses me, I can’t stop the needy want that skitters along my skin. He’s so good, firm but soft, his tongue probing and exploring, tasting me like he sucked on my fingers, his one hand tangled in my hair and the other on the small of my back pinning me to his massive, powerful body. He destroys me with his kiss and I want him to keep going, because my life is already over, why not keep on spiraling to hell?
Prime staggering forward. I whimper into his mouth before yelping in surprise. He lifts me like I’m nothing. I wrap my legs around his middle as he hammers my mouth with kissing, his arms and hands supporting my weight. I wrap my arms around his neck and he carries me from the kitchen, back down the hall, and straight into the game room.
“What are—“ He deposits me back onto the pool table.
“Clothes off.”
“Prime, I don’t—“
“Now, Deanna, and don’t make me ask again.” It’s that dark, hungry look again, like he’s struggling with himself, but losing badly.
Fuck me. This is crazy. I shimmy myself up, pull down my shorts, and he impatiently snarls, ripping the panties with them. My bare ass presses to the felt again. A familiar sensation. He pulls my sweatshirt off and groans at the sight of my bare top. I didn’t bother with a shirt or bra underneath. I didn’t expect visitors.
“What’s happening right now?”
He shoves a thumb into my mouth. I whimper, leaning back on my hands as he looks at my breasts, my nipples stiff with arousal.
“Don’t talk again until I’m done with you. Do you understand, Deanna? Nod if you’re going to be a good girl for me.”
Oh shit. I moan, sucking his thumb, and nod desperately.