Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 59287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“Ohhh, God…” I dug my nails into his skin as he fucked me. “Liam…”
“Olivia…” he said my name back before suddenly pulling out of me and spinning me around.
“Grab the edge of the desk.” He slapped my ass as I obliged, and I cried out as he slid into me again.
He went deeper this time, faster this time, and before I knew it, I was succumbing to a second set of orgasmic waves and his teeth were grazing the back of my neck.
My body spasmed under him, and I felt him stiffening seconds later.
“Fuck…” He breathed, gently biting my skin. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Good.” He ran his hands up and down my thighs. “I’m going to let you go for just a second.”
I nodded, and he slowly pulled out of me, leaving me bereft.
My knees buckled and I nearly fell backward, but he grabbed me and spun me around to face him.
“You look like you need more.” He brushed strands of hair from off my face. “Is that true?”
“Yes…”
“You want it here again or in my private bedroom?”
“Both.”
“Good answer.”
SEQUESTRATION (N.):
THE ACT OF A JUDGE ISSUING AN ORDER THAT A JURY OR WITNESS BE SEQUESTERED (KEPT APART FROM OUTSIDE CONTACTS DURING TRIAL).
OLIVIA
Every muscle in my body was sore and begging me for relief.
Even my toes were exhausted from curling so much.
I was sitting in Liam’s lap and he was running his fingers through my hair.
“You should go home and get some rest,” he whispered against my skin.
“If I go to sleep, I might not wake up in time for work.”
“There are no arraignments for the rest of this week, remember?” he asked. “The court is on an official holiday.”
“Judge Ashton’s staff doesn’t get holidays…”
“He’ll make an exception for you.” He rubbed his palm against my back. Then he gently helped me to my feet.
He looked around the office for my dress and grabbed it, slowly helping me back into it before getting dressed himself.
“I’ll drive you home,” he said, pressing his hand against the small of my back.
He led me through a private exit I’d never seen before, holding me steady.
When we reached the parking lot, we stared at the cement truck that was blocking his rental.
“I can drive,” I said. “I’m fine.”
“I would like to go home, too.”
“That’s what I meant.” I blushed. “I was offering to drive you.”
“Hmmm.” He opened my door, and I winced as I settled into the seat.
“Here.” He leaned over and typed a passcode into both of my devices. “I think you’ve been punished enough at this point.”
“You mean to tell me that you could’ve turned these off weeks ago?”
“I definitely could’ve.” He laughed, and I had the sudden urge to smack the smile off his lips. Then I remembered how good he felt when he was deep inside me minutes ago.
I cranked the engine and looked over at him.
“On second thought, do you mind driving yourself home?” I asked. “I can’t really feel my legs right now.”
“Not at all.” He kissed my forehead. “Move over…”
RECIPROCITY (N.):
N. MUTUAL EXCHANGE OF PRIVILEGES BETWEEN STATES, NATIONS, BUSINESSES OR INDIVIDUALS.
LIAM
Olivia stifled a yawn as I pulled her car in front of my condo.
“Thank you for the ride,” I said to her.
“You’re the one who drove.” Her voice was soft.
“It’s your car, though.” I shifted the gear into park. “I honestly wasn’t expecting for you to have to use it on me anymore.”
“I believe you.”
“Are you going to be okay to drive home?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “I’ll be just fine.”
“I’m not sure I trust you.”
“I got us here, didn’t I?”
“No, I did.”
“But I’ve been awake the entire time.” She leaned against the window. “I’ll be fine. The quicker you get out, the quicker I can get home.”
“You have to get into the driver’s seat to get home, Olivia.”
“And you have to get out first.” She shut her eyes. “I’ll be fine.”
“Olivia—” I stopped talking as her soft snores filled the car.
I sighed and signaled for the attendant.
“Good evening, Mr. Ashton.” He opened the door for me. “How can I help you tonight?”
“Can you take this—” I paused, refusing to call this thing she drove a car. “This metal can on wheels to get detailed overnight?”
“You mean replaced?”
“I would do that, but I think it has sentimental value for her.”
“I’ll make sure they do their best, sir.”
“Thank you.” I handed him the keys and walked to the passenger side.
Opening the door, I unbuckled Olivia’s seatbelt.
She didn’t startle in the slightest; she was knocked out. Sliding my hands under her thighs, I lifted her up and out of the car.
Carrying her past the bellman, I walked to the elevator and took it to my floor.
“It feels so good…” She murmured as we walked inside my suite and I took her straight to my room.
I slipped her shoes off and gently tucked her under my sheets.