Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Please,” she says. “I need you inside me.”
God, Ellie.
We’ve crossed so many lines tonight, but not this one. Not yet. Five more seconds, and there’s no going back.
“Are you sure?” I ask, every inch of me pulsing with need for this woman. “Absolutely sure?”
“I’m so sure.” Ellie curls her fingers around my shoulders, pulling me down for another kiss as I slide blissfully inside her, one inch at a time. And God maybe I really did die back there in my kitchen. That has to be it. Because right now my body is on fire, my brain has liquefied, and the last thing I know for sure is that nothing in this world has ever felt as much like home as this woman.
I try to make it last, to draw out every moment of bliss, but the second Ellie goes again, arching into my cock as her body locks tight around me, I’m gone.
I explode, my body humming with electricity, pleasure, and something deeper.
Something I’m not sure I have a name for, but it makes the moments we spend curled up in each other’s arms some of the sweetest in memory.
“You sure you don’t want to stay?” I ask, walking her out as the car service rolls up in front of my building a few hours later. “We could grab some breakfast on the way to the office tomorrow, chat about those files. Sal’s diner makes a mean veggie omelet.”
“I’d love to, but all my Eric stuff is at home,” Ellie says. “I can’t get ready without it.”
“You can borrow one of my suits. We’ll roll up the cuffs, eighties style.”
Ellie laughs, but I can tell my powers of persuasion are failing. “If I stay, you’ll keep me up all night, and then I’ll fall asleep during the morning meeting and get in big trouble with my boss.”
“You’ve got me there,” I say. “Your boss is kind of a dick.”
She smiles. “Honestly, I’m more worried about Blair. That woman has a lady boner for policies and procedures, and as far as she’s concerned, Eric Webb is breaking every one of them.”
“Not every one. I happen to know for a fact S and H has a very liberal policy on consensual interoffice relationships.”
“Hmm. I’ll keep that in mind.” Ellie turns toward the waiting car, but I stop her, pulling her back into my arms. I lean close, breathing her in once more.
I could get used to this…
“Tomorrow’s gonna be brutal,” I confess.
“Only until everyone else leaves for the night.”
“Oh, really?” I nudge her nose with mine, loving this flirty, playful side of her. “What happens then?”
The look in her eyes sends a fresh bolt of desire straight to my dick.
“Why, then, Mr. Holt…” She nips my earlobe then whispers against my neck, giving me another instant hard-on. “We meet up in your office, lock the door, and take full advantage of my employer’s liberal interoffice relationship policy.”
CHAPTER 10
Ellie
Day 7 Tues 8/7
The world is no longer what it was.
The universe has shifted on its axis, and neither I, nor it, will ever be the same.
I float to the train on the wings of last night’s multiple orgasms and sit staring out the window with a goofy smile that not even the guy next to me—the one whose aggressive hacking portends contagious doom to all in his vicinity—can wipe away.
Before the Evening of Life-Altering Sexy Times, I was aware that my sex life had been average at best, a real snooze-fest at worst, but I had no idea just how behind the curve I’d been. I hadn’t realized my body was capable of the magical things Jack coaxed from it with his kiss, his touch, his gloriousness moving inside me until my every cell screamed Hallelujah.
I have been ruined for other men.
Absolutely ruined.
And yet, I still can’t.
Stop.
Smiling.
I may be ruined, but I’m going to enjoy my continued ruination for as long as it lasts.
Because it’s going to happen again. I may not have rearranged Jack’s reality the way he reordered mine, but I could tell he felt the combustible connection, too. It was mutual, and there’s no way either of us can walk away from that after a single taste, no matter how much we have to lose. An office romance is risky enough when one party isn’t the other party’s best friend’s little sister and an undercover reporter dressed in drag.
Jack and I are going to have to be careful. Very, very careful.
That in mind, I pause near the decorative pillars outside the S & H building, drawing caution close and wrapping it around my head and shoulders like my favorite hoodie, doing my best to conceal my soaring, giddy inner joy. I lock away my just-got-laid-by-the-King-of-Orgasms grin in the nick of time.
I’ve just patted my mustache down over my newly calm lips when Lulu bursts from the lobby doors, hustling down the street in my direction.