Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I stared down, attempting to read her face and decipher the situation. I made her mad on occasion, but nothing quite like this. “I’m afraid I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Yes, you do.” She stomped her foot. “You did something to me last night, and I want to know what it is. What did you do to me?”
Again, my smirk appeared, tempting death. “I did a lot of things. Would you like to walk through them together, step by step? Maybe reenact the night so we don’t miss a detail.”
“You think this is funny?” she cried, slapping her hands against my chest. “Because.” Slap. “It’s.” Slap. “Not.” Slap. “Fucking.” Slap. “Funny.” Slap, slap. “You broke me.”
Before she landed another blow, I snatched both her wrists and whipped her around, folding her in half over my desk and resting my weight atop her. She fought me, but I easily held her in place, growing harder and harder with every wriggling brush of her ass. “I must say, princess, I’ve never had anyone be quite so angry over an orgasm before.”
“Well, I don’t have orgasms.”
Her confession hit me harder than all her strikes combined.
We both froze.
The words wound between and around us, soaking into our skin.
The truth only made me harder, pulling at an archaic strand of my DNA that made me want to beat my chest with masculine pride. The sensation seeped into crevices long since forgotten and not ones I needed filled.
“Just…let go of me,” she mumbled against the desk. “This was a mistake. All of it was a mistake.”
Embarrassment and defeat poured off her, leaving me to assume she’d had no intentions of revealing that last tidbit.
With a deep breath, I pushed aside my pre-historic arousal and focused on the woman struggling beneath me. Guilt cut across everything with sharp precision.
I should have gone after her last night.
I should have left work and found her address when she hadn’t shown up at the office this morning.
I knew better.
Shifting her wrists to one hand, I used the other to brush her hair back behind her ear, exposing rosy cheeks. I held her in place and rose enough to rub up and down her back with firm, soothing strokes. “This was not a mistake, because you chose it. You made this decision for you.” I made sure to emphasize the amount of control she took in the situation, knowing in my gut that her lack of control over her own body brought about this moment. “And you are not broken.”
Soft puffs of air condensated along my desk.
“You could never be broken, Aspen,” I repeated, offering the aftercare I should have ensured last night.
She blinked rapidly, and her nose grew red.
More of that gooey warmth slipped deep into the old ruins around my chest. I wanted to shove them out, but couldn’t because it meant diverting my attention. I waited for her first tear, leaning close to catch the taste of the raw emotion against my tongue when it fell.
But in true, stubborn Aspen style, she held it back. She sniffed and swallowed before fighting with a renewed energy to break free.
Again, a similar decision like last night faced me. Did I release her and let her runaway, or did I make sure she heard my words and knew she was safe? Did I choose easy, or did I push for hard?
Last night I chose easy and regretted every second between now and then.
And when she dipped and shoved at the perfect angle, freeing my cock from where I attempted to respectfully tuck it away before pinning her, hard was the only way my body could go.
I groaned.
The releasing pressure around the head surged with the warmth of being nestled against the crease of her thighs.
Again, she stiffened.
I held my breath, attempting to find my own control to keep from humping her like a fucking rutting animal.
“Aspen.” I choked her name, trying to find the words to soothe her through the haze of arousal.
And again, she shocked me with what came next.
“Yo—you’re hard?” As if testing the theory, she pressed back, ripping another groan from my chest.
“Mmhmm,” I grunted.
“So, you…” she started and paused, leaving me clinging to my sanity by my fingernails.
“I what?” I attempted a soft tone that still came out as a guttural growl.
“You like this?”
“You’re going to have to be more specific, princess.”
“Th—the fight.”
Fuck me.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
The curiosity in her question was my undoing.
I rested my head against her back and released a pleasurable yet painful moan. My thighs clenched, fighting the need to thrust against her to show her how much I fucking loved it all.
I needed space.
But I needed her to stay too.
“How about I let you up and we talk a bit?”
Her chest rose and fell under my palm while I counted backward from ten.