Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“What?”
“Devour you like you devoured your French toast.”
I laugh, running a palm up his sculpted chest. “I can’t help it your dinner was so damn good.”
“I can’t help this either,” he murmurs as his mouth presses to mine.
My eyes flutter closed, shocked that he’s so boldly kissed me. I expect a brief kiss, but his grip on my throat slides up to my jaw, tugging down as if to urge my mouth open for him. I obey, eager to taste the syrup lingering on his tongue. We both moan the moment our tongues connect.
I’m kissing him.
My boss.
Bossy Mr. Frosty.
Five
Adrian
An explosion of emotions are lighting up my every nerve, vein, and organ. His tongue dancing with mine is the most erotic, fascinating thing I’ve ever known. I’ve kissed some people in my life, but never like this. Never with someone I…like. More than like. Need. I need him like I need my next breath. I don’t understand this need, just know it’s everything to me in this moment—driving my movements and thoughts.
I slide a palm down his back, eager to feel the swell of his ass. The desire to touch him everywhere is so maddening, it’s all I can think about. I squeeze his ass cheek, turned on by the groan that escapes him. Backing him up against the fridge, I kiss him harder and with more urgency than ever before. My hips grind against him, seeking out the friction of his erection.
“Adrian,” he murmurs. “What are we doing?”
“Everything I never knew I wanted.”
He seems satisfied with my answer because his fingers spear into my hair, tugging at the strands, pulling me closer to him.
It’s not enough.
I want to feel his bare skin against mine.
“I want you naked in my bed,” I whisper against his swollen lips.
“Adrian, I…”
His words are chased away as we kiss some more. More teeth and tongue and moans. I grab the hem of his shirt, yanking it up. He pulls away long enough to raise his arms. My mouth goes dry as I take in several colorful tattoos on his lean, muscled torso. His shirt gets dropped to the floor and I get to work on the button of his jeans.
“I need to see all of you,” I groan. “Feel all of you.”
He palms my dick over my sweats, sending curls of pleasure licking through each nerve ending. “The feeling is mutual.”
I pull back to yank my shirt off. His brown eyes are liquid lust as he drinks in my chest and abs. Pride surges through me that I take such good care of my body and that he clearly appreciates it.
“Holy fuck,” he croaks out when I shove my sweats down. “You’re not…where are your…”
I grip my thickness in my hand as I kick out of my sweats. “I’m not wearing any.”
He tilts his head up, staring up at the ceiling. His throat bobs as he swallows. Then, he shoves his jeans down, revealing the tightest pair of black briefs. They barely cover his big dick that I crave to taste. It maddens me that he’s been prancing around the office all week wearing practically nothing beneath his slacks.
Fuck, he’s hot.
“Adrian,” he says and then chews on his bottom lip as his eyes find mine. “I’m…I mean, I’ve had boyfriends, but…”
I step forward, cradling his handsome face in my hands. “You’re a virgin?”
“I know what I want. I’ve done other stuff. Just not that.”
“I’ve never been with a man,” I rumble. “And the last time I was with a woman, it was years ago. Miserable and embarrassing. This is new for me too.”
“We need supplies…uh, lube and condoms.” Panic gleams in his brown eyes. “And I…it might hurt.”
I grab his hands, walking backward as I guide him from my kitchen to where my bed is under the window. He trembles, clearly nervous over the whole situation. Ever since he walked into my office, he’s been a picture of confidence. Seeing him shaken makes me want to hold him and keep him safe.
“I just want you in my arms,” I murmur. “That’s all.”
He relaxes and nods. “I trust you.”
His words fill me with a fierce feeling I’ve never known before. I crash my lips to his, once again eager to taste his sweet mouth. Slowly, I guide him onto the bed. With him beneath me, wearing nothing but black briefs, I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my entire life. I grind against his dick with mine, loving the fantastic pleasure darting through me. His legs wrap around my hips as his fingers dig painfully into my shoulders.
“I want to taste you,” I rasp out, an intense yearning overwhelming me. “Can I do that?”
He swallows and nods. “Are you sure you want to? This is all new to you.”
“It’s all I can think about.”