Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
So, I’m relieved when it’s Beth’s only thought for the rest of the way. “Where to?” she asks airily, matching the change in mood once I crack the windows a little to clear the air between us literally.
Her question makes me smile to myself. “My office,” I croon, remembering how long I used to sit there before leaving for London. I used to think about claiming her on my desk even back then when I still thought I could control myself when it came to Beth. It was a fantasy then, but I can’t help feeling the thrill of satisfaction because, one way or another, I usually do get what I want.
“Your office?” Beth asks, almost whining, but it makes me chuckle because she’s probably picturing a busy place filled with people… and no room service.
“You’ll see,” I assure her, glad when she reaches for my hand again as I drive, even more glad when she rests it in her lap this time. She lets me feel just how warm and ready she is down there. It’s a subtle maneuver, but it makes me forget all about what just happened.
“Maybe I could help out… in the office,” Beth coos, shifting in her seat and mewing a little when my fingers find the seam of her track pants, pressing firmly into her slick little valley.
“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” I rasp, wishing we’d gone straight to the office after all, but I was hoping to blow Beth away with a few other things first. Needs must be met, I guess. I can wow her later if she can walk straight, but her comment gives me a great idea.
“You, uh… You got any office experience?” I ask, trying to sound professional because I might have a real-life job for her if she’s up for seeing me all day, every day.
“Not yet,” she grins after opening her eyes wide a moment, gripping my hand with both of hers and forcing me to keep my eyes on the road as I feel my hand disappearing down the front of her pants. No underwear. Good girl.
Fortunately for me, the drive to the office is only a few blocks over the bridge, and traffic’s pretty light. By the time we slip into the underground parking, Beth’s flushed cheeks and panting breaths let me know just how ready she is for her first on-the-job training session.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Beth
The whole running into Josh thing would normally have me on edge, rattled, to say the least. Once it’s clear Bowdie won’t quit until he’s claimed me properly as well as crafted the genius plan of having me work for him as a cover story—for a while at least—I know I’m ready. I want him more than ever, and right this minute. Maybe every minute of every day from now on.
The Bigg Research Foundation takes up the entire top floor of a glass and chrome building that makes the hotel we almost stayed in look kinda small by comparison.
“It’ll be just us,” Bowdie assures me, scooping me into his arms and walking us both to the elevator once he’s parked in the VIP spot in an otherwise empty parking garage.
I feel my belly flutter from the lift zooming up and knowing where we’re headed. I can’t help but gaze at Bowdie again. Awe kinda describes it, but there’s also a feeling that we’ve known each other our whole lives, which kinda makes sense.
“I thought they hired you as a researcher,” I comment once we reach the top floor. Bowdie, as humble as ever, winces a little and shrugs.
“I am, but I’m also CEO of the foundation,” he says modestly, casually swiping us inside with a security pass and using his back to push open a thick glass door.
It’s premium office space with that new carpet smell and a smattering of leather mixed in with the sumptuous tub chairs, formal-looking reception area, and a pair of giant wooden doors I know must lead to his office.
“We have a lot of donors, including the owner of this place,” he adds. He suddenly shakes his head as he catches himself talking shop, but it really interests me.
His hand and fingers make their way between my legs as I grip him tighter, shifting my interest to more pressing things. Bowdie swipes himself in the same as he did with the entrance doors and eases the massive door with his back. The relief on his face when he hears the electronic lock snap is kinda catching.
Alone at last.
At a glance, I can see Bowdie either wants to spend a lot of time here or he used to. It looks more like an open-plan apartment in some ways, maybe because everything is so big. Bowdie’s huge wooden desk, wall of computer monitors, and TV screens tell me it’s not just some kind of upscale man cave.