Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
“Have you cried yet?” I ask as we head to the door.
He laughs. “No, but I almost did a few times.”
I shake my head, laughing as we walk to the elevator. We talk about movies, and he tells me how he ended up working at Duke, and how much more he enjoys it than at the security company he used to be in. I tell him about med school, and how I want to get Lach back on the ice, which he agrees with me about. The drive only takes ten minutes, but by the time we park, I feel like we know each other, which is nice since he seems to be sticking around, for now.
Back at Duke, we take the elevator to Lachlan’s floor, and Ronnie leads the way to his office. It’s a massive space. He has a secretary who has his own huge space in front of two large doors that lead to his office. We greet the secretary, who seems to know who I am and tells me to go right in. Ronnie continues to speak to him as I open the door to Lach’s office. My jaw drops as soon as I step inside and shut the door behind me. It is. . .holy shit. I don’t know if I’d be more productive or less, with that view of the city as my backdrop. The room itself is three times the size of my office — with a bookshelf, couches, a large desk, and two chairs across from his. Sitting behind the desk is Lachlan, looking hot as hell in his crisp white dress shirt and blue tie, watching me take it all in. I close the distance between us and stand between his legs.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” he says, voice husky, when his smoldering green eyes reach mine.
“That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.” I smile as I grab his tie to kiss him. He pulls me and adjusts me, so I’m straddling him.
I rock against him as we kiss and gasp. “Lach.”
“What? I get hard just fucking thinking about you,” he says, as he untucks my t-shirt and slides his large hands underneath it, stopping just beneath my bra. I ground my hips again, needing the pressure he provides. He hisses out a breath, his hands tightening on my rib cage. “And then you show up at my office looking like this.”
“I’m not even wearing anything tight.” I roll my eyes, smiling as I pull away.
He gives me one of his sexy lopsided grins. “Do you not remember how you used to dress when I fell in love with you?”
“Good point.” I sink my fingers into his thick hair and kiss him again. He groans as he deepens the kiss, and exhales harshly when he pulls away.
“Fuck, I want you.” He kisses my jaw, then my neck. “You should’ve worn a skirt.”
“We’re supposed to go to lunch with your family soon,” I remind him breathily.
“They can wait. I need you.” He lifts me off him, practically runs to the door, locks it, and undoes his belt as he walks back to his chair.
It takes me longer than I’d like to take off my sneakers since they’re high tops. I take off my socks and start lowering my pants as he sits back in his chair and watches. He bites his lip, eyes burning as they drift down my body. When he brings them back to mine, I feel the fire in them in my core. His hands grip my thighs when I finish undressing from the waist down. He pulls me forward, pressing me to his face and licking between my legs.
“Oh, fuck.” I shiver, sinking my fingers into his hair. “We don’t have time for that.”
He grunts and lets me step away, as he continues to work on his belt and pants. My breath quickens as I watch him. His pants are to his ankles, but he leaves his boxer briefs on. My eyes snap up to meet his.
“Take my cock out,” he says, voice hoarse.
My heart is beating hard as I lean in and do as I’m told. I love it when he says that to me. He knows it too, from the way his eyes darken even more at whatever he finds in mine. He lifts his hips so I can drag his boxer briefs down his legs to join his pants. I lick him from his balls to his tip, and he groans deeply, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me away.
“We don’t have time for that,” he says, smirking.
I huff and turn around, facing the city.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes. “I wish I could take a picture of this view.”
I smile as I position and lower myself onto him. We both moan as his cock enters me slowly. I bite my lip hard to keep from shouting, as his fingers dig into my waist when I’m almost seated.