Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Schooling my expression, I slowly turned and faced him. We stared at each other for so long—him smirking, me not blinking—that you’d figure it would’ve gone down. But that damn erection stood tall and proud waiting for its moment.
“I’m sure you don’t want me for the job,” I finally said. “There’s no possible way you’re attracted to me, and watching this gnarled, green, warty hand strangling your business will just give you nightmares.” I smiled sweetly. “And it is my deepest wish for you to have sweet dreams.”
Soft, tickling laughter floated into my ears. “Kind of you, but you woke him up, so you’ll put him down.” He raised his hand, poising two fingers ready to snap. “Or is that a problem?”
You decided to go head-to-head with a guy who doesn’t back down, and takes pleasure in kneecapping his opponent. These kinds of challenges are to be expected...
...just like he’s expecting me to back down.
“Of course, it’s not a problem.” I plopped down right back where I was. “It’d be my pleasure, sir.” I grasped his cock, and looked him dead in the eye.
But it won’t be yours.
I started slow—stroking the base and then working my way up to the tip. The whole time, I locked on to his glittering twin rubies, maintaining the most awkward eye contact known to man with an even more awkward insane grin to go along with it.
Ronin squinted at me at first, allowing the slightest bit of confusion to show on his face. That is until those squinted eyes narrowed—bringing a curl to his lips. Just that quickly he realized what I was doing.
My psycho-killer smile only widened as I pressed down on the tip, enticing a hiss from his lips.
The soapy, oily water clung to us both, aiding me in gliding up and down his hardening shaft. Under normal circumstances, I might’ve been into this. Ronin was crazy hot and packing serious heat between his legs. I was also the kind of person who liked giving pleasure as much as I loved receiving it. Seeing my partner slowly losing their minds under my ministrations was as erotic as erotic could be.
But at that moment, my lady parts were bone dry and my nipples were hella at ease without even a thought of standing to attention. Because this wasn’t sex—
Furious eyes locked on determined eyes as I picked up the pace and the pressure, jerking him off like I wanted to tear his dick free and take it home with me.
—this is war.
Ronin grunted, his pale cheeks darkening in the way only someone with black blood could. His eyes begged to close but he refused them, staring me down just as hard. He wasn’t going to be the first one to blink, look away, or give any sign of discomfort.
But just the fact that I chased that disinterested look off his face was proof I was getting to him.
Leaning over the rim, I got both hands in the mix—stroking the base of his cock harder and faster while my other hand rolled and stroked his head with my thumb.
Ronin’s eyes bulged out of his head. Veins broke out in his neck and forehead. His deceptively thin body hardened all over as every muscle tensed and begged me to skate my glance down his lickable form.
It seemed not only was he determined not to let me see that I was annoying him, he was also not going to let me see that he was enjoying my hands just as much.
Okay. You want to be stubborn, demon? Then how about this for a guaranteed boner killer?
“I love you, Ro-Ro!”
He jerked like I stabbed him. “What did you just—? Ro-Ro?!”
“You’re the handsomest, smartest, sexiest boss in the whole world!” I blew up my eyelids and brows, and gave him the widest, most unhinged grin I could muster. “When I’m with you, the birds sing and my heart dances. I want us to be together until the end of all time! I love you, sir. I truly do. I love love love love love”—I tugged him hard to the tune of every love—“love love love—”
Ronin snapped his fingers.
Bathwater surged out of the tub and smacked me in the face, forcing its way into my nose, eyes, and throat.
“Ack!” I pitched sideways, my hands shooting off his dick as I collapsed on the marble floor—coughing and hacking my lungs up.
“Looks like you’ve lost your little game,” Ronin said, dumping more water on me for good measure. “Now get up and quit the act, or the next time, I’ll see just how much of this filthy water I can force down your throat until it explodes your gullet.”
Wheezing, I flopped and twitched on the floor, too dazed to respond to the threat. It took me a minute to force myself up and slump over the rim of the tub—just enough time to get real and properly fuming.