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)
“Phenomenal. You did…phenomenal, princess,” I said on an exhale.
I rocked my head back and to the side so I could keep watching her while she continued to gently suck and lick me, cleaning me without me even telling her to. I watched her wipe the cum that leaked past her lips from her chin on my length before sucking it off my softening dick.
“Utterly perfect,” I said softly, swiping away the tears from her cheeks.
Watching her take her time to clean every drop from me, something no one had done before without an order, sent a fissure up my stomach into my chest. It twisted and fractured in a way that almost hurt. A sharp crack that almost stole my breath.
I…I didn’t like it.
Or maybe I did.
The fact that I didn’t know had me pulling back from the sensation more than anything else. I forced myself to focus on her and the feel of her. Nothing else.
Once she finished, she rested on her heels and laid her head on my thigh, where I continued to massage her scalp with languid strokes. Between the orgasm and her care, exhaustion settled in. My eyes almost slid closed until she spoke.
“Even when you come, you look like a master of it all,” she said gently, as if speaking a thought out loud.
I huffed a laugh. “Because I am. And maybe someday I can find a way that I can be the master of your all, too,” I teased.
She scoffed softly. “That might be asking a lot. I may let you control me in the bedroom, but I don’t think so anywhere else.”
I angled her head until she met my smirking stare. “I think we’ve learned that I’m not above asking for everything and getting what I want.”
CHAPTER 24
ASPEN
Thirty-five.
Thirty-six.
Thirty-seven.
Thirty-eight.
I spun the foreign piece of metal around my finger in time with the elevator climbing each level.
When it reached forty, I clenched my fist to keep from ripping it off. Almost a week later, and I wondered if I’d ever get used to the choking tightness around my skin. And whenever I entered the office, I swore I heard it ticking like a time bomb, waiting for someone to notice the brilliant diamond and deal with the exploding fallout.
I held my breath as the doors slid open, hoping and praying I didn’t run into anyone that would pay too close attention. Thankfully, the holiday weekend led to a large chunk of the employees taking time off and offering quiet with fewer prying eyes. Including my dad, who was currently on a golf trip.
I’d made it this far. All I needed to do was make it to my office, and I could hide away without anyone—
My breath rushed from my lungs when I came face-to-face with bright teal-gray eyes and a riotous crown of curls.
“Hey, girl,” she greeted with a smile.
I swallowed the lump of panic rising up my throat and curled my left hand under my right arm, barely breathing a response. “Shiloh.”
Upon observing my frozen stance and unblinking stare, her smile slipped. “Are you okay?” she asked, stepping between the elevator doors to hold them open.
Am I okay?
Bubbles of panic rise and pop into my chest, higher and higher until I have to pinch my lips shut in fear of releasing a manic laugh because no, I was not okay.
I’d moved around the office all week looking over my shoulder to make sure no one popped out and caught me with my hand swinging free and saw the ring. The anticipation of having to tell someone that I agreed to marry the man I fight with at almost every meeting built tension along my spine until I thought it would crack under the pressure.
I was not okay.
And trying to avoid Shiloh while she stood right in front of me was too much. My muscles clenched, bracing to flee, yet I couldn’t make my legs move.
“Aspen?” she asked.
Her caution snapped something inside me, and I did what made me successful in business. I made a gut decision and ran with it. No second guessing.
Her eyes widened when I moved without warning, hooking my hand around her arm and dragging her with me. I ignored her sputtered protests and questions all the way to her office. I considered mine, but hers was closer, and I didn’t know how long my fortitude would last.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked as soon as the door latched closed behind us.
She straightened the sleeve of her shirt and faced me with furrowed brows before finally answering. “Uh, yes. Anything, duh.”
“You hesitated,” I accused.
She laughed. “Who wouldn’t hesitate? And not because I’m not ready to hear anything,” she explained before I could interrupt. “But because my mind fumbled over forming words while it was busy concocting a million things that you could possibly need to tell me after yanking me halfway across the office and acting like a madwoman.”