Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I ignored the protests of the assistant following me and stalked toward Shawn until I was standing dead center of the room.
His head drew up at the commotion and locked eyes with me, and those eyes widened with recognition. He dismissed his assistant instantly.
Shawn was wearing a similar cut of suit from yesterday but with a red tie. How fitting. It matched my shoes and my fury perfectly.
For the first time, he didn’t look pleased to see me. His face was cold. Professional. This was his business, the apex of his empire, and he did not enjoy how I’d surprised him.
His eyebrows tugged together. “How?”
He was asking how I’d made it past security and onto the private elevator. I tried to mimic the arrogant smile he sometimes gave me. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but my brother-in-law is the head of security.”
He scowled momentarily, before his cold professional demeanor snapped back in place. “I understand you’re upset, but we’ll have to discuss this later. I’m working.”
This was a new version, Corporate Shawn. It didn’t faze me in the slightest. I kept it even and controlled so he wouldn’t have me removed. “This will only take a minute. Is there somewhere we can talk in private?”
He didn’t say anything. His hand moved to click a remote, and the glass on the three walls frosted in an instant, leaving only the balcony overlooking the brewery clear.
“I have a meeting in fifteen minutes.”
“They can’t see us?” I asked, glancing out the clear glass.
“No, that one is mirrored.” He gave me an impatient look. “What is it?”
Fantastic.
He’d left me completely off balance, and the time had come for me to return the favor. I stripped off my suit jacket and tossed it on one of the empty chairs in front of his desk. My shaky but determined hands clutched the hem of my shirt and lifted it up over my head, exposing my black lace bra.
Technically his, but it was on my body.
He was on his feet in an instant, confused, wanting to stop me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Panic swept across Corporate Shawn’s face.
“Sit down!” I commanded.
I undid the zipper and stepped out of the skirt, so I was all lingerie and red high heels. It was cold in the spacious office yet warm under his gaze. A smug smile burned across my lips when he sank back onto the massive leather chair, too bewildered to do otherwise.
He thought he could control me? Think again. All the power in this room was mine.
I took a few calculated steps around the desk until it was between us no more and he could see the red shoes he liked. I would have thought being scantily clad would have made me shy, but instead it made me bold.
“Why are you out of breath, Herr Dunn?” I used the sultriest voice I had.
“Kara, I have to be at that meeting.” The rich brown eyes ringed with caramel begged me, and I relished it, savoring his discomfort. I was going to make it much worse for him.
My hands fell on the armrests of his chair and I leaned over, letting his gaze linger on my breasts that threatened to spill out of the lace. His breathing was hurried, uneven, and I could see his pulse pounding in his neck.
I folded one leg, then another, and knelt between his knees. Even in this position, I was still in complete control.
He made a half-hearted attempt to push my hands away when I reached for his belt.
“So go to your meeting,” I said casually. “No one’s stopping you.”
He was too conflicted to move, allowing me to undo his buckle and unzip his pants. He didn’t try to resist when I grasped the waistband of his underwear and tugged the front down, exposing him.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as I closed my fist around his already half-hard dick. I tightened my grip and stroked, and one pump was all it took for him to jerk to full attention.
He grew harder still when I leaned in and swiped my tongue across his tip.
“I can be late.” His voice was tight and quick.
I would have smiled, but instead I parted my lips and slid him into my mouth as far as I could take him. His skin was soft, yet he was hard as steel beneath. I ringed my fingers at the base, holding him steady, and began to move. I bobbed my head, making him wetter with my saliva on each pass.
It caused German to spill from his lips. I had no idea what he was saying, but it wasn’t angry.
It was impossible not to imagine what we’d look like if his assistant were to walk in right now. Me wearing a barely-there black bra and panties, along with my scarlet shoes, while I was on my knees and servicing the almost entirely dressed CEO.