Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Hey.” He walks up to me. “You were gone when I woke up. We good?”
“Yeah, sorry. I was restless and didn’t want to wake you, so I left and slept in my own bed.” Lies. Lies. Lies.
“I wouldn’t have cared.”
I wave him off. I’m sure he would if he knew I got up to have crazy hot sex with his dad. A wedge of guilt drives into my chest. “Honestly, you needed sleep. Did you complete everything you had to make up?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“Yeah. Sorry about that—sticking you with my dad, that is.” And back to his dad.
I swallow, hoping he doesn’t notice the heat forming on my face. “It’s fine.”
“Just didn’t want him to get on you for the tequila. This morning, I told him that was all me, and if he wanted to charge me for it, he could go right ahead.
Am I sweating? “Is it hot in here?”
Noah looks around. “I don’t think so. Thanks again for last night. I had fun. We should do that more often.”
Yep, it’s hot in here. “Yeah, sure. I should check in with Jacob. See you at lunch.”
I walk off, praying he doesn’t catch wind of my anxiety. Or that there will be no more tequila nights since it would be breaking the rules. Shit. How am I supposed to avoid Noah for the rest of the summer without pissing off Jackson? He’s asking the impossible. We’re living under the same roof, for Christ’s sake!
“Morning, Georgia,” Jacob says as I fall into my chair. “Everything okay?”
“Just fine.” Lies. Lies. Lies.
Fuck me.
“That was great. How do you think you did?”
I think I’m going to stab my eyes out if I have to keep doing this. “Good. It felt promising they’ll go with us.”
Jacob smiles back. “I think so, too. Wow—it’s already lunchtime. The morning flew by.” If by flew by, he means winding backward. It’s taken half a century to get to noon. “Wanna head down to the cafeteria?”
“Sounds good,” I reply, dreading another cafeteria salad. Someone calls my name, and I cock my head to the door, spotting Rachel. “Georgia, Mr. Blake needs you in his office.”
My body stiffens. I make the mistake of glancing at Noah. He’s already staring at me. “What does my dad want?”
I do my best to keep my expression neutral. Shrugging my shoulders, I reply, “I don’t know. Why don’t you guys go? I’ll meet you in the cafeteria.” Noah doesn’t seem thrilled with the idea but nods and follows the group. I inhale slowly and make my way to Jackson’s office, stopping at his assistant’s desk. “Mr. Blake asked to see me.”
“Sure thing. Go right in,” she says kindly. My heart races as I knock and enter his lavish office. He’s on a call, but his eyes land on me the moment I walk in.
“Give me the report by the end of business today.” He hangs up. “Lock the door.”
“What?”
“Simple task, Peach. Lock the door,” he says again, his voice stern. I do, and he gives me another order. “Come over here.” I walk behind his desk, and he pivots in his chair. “Unbutton my pants, take out my cock, and suck it.”
My eyes go wide. “What?”
“My rules, Georgia. Access anytime. On your knees.”
Heat blasts across my cheeks. I stand there, stupefied, until I realize he’s being entirely serious. Biting my bottom lip, I try to push away the warning sirens blaring in my mind. This is a really bad idea. We could get caught. God, his son is right down the hall. But the mere thought of my lips wrapped around him sends a deep pulse of need through me—a craving I have no intention of denying. Dropping to my knees, I undo his belt and pull his zipper down, exposing his already steel cock. My arousal soaks my panties.
“Eat your lunch, hungry girl.”
I lean into him, wetting my lips before I take the crown of his cock into my mouth and work my tongue along the protruding vein. The moment I feel his hand against the back of my head, I do my best to relax, hoping to keep my gag reflex at bay as he thrusts my head forward, his dick hitting the back of my throat. My gargled moan vibrates over his shaft, earning his grunt of pleasure as he drags his hand up my neck and fists my ponytail.
“Fuck, I love how hungry you get,” he growls. I suck him harder, tasting his pre-cum. I pull back, rolling my tongue over the head of his cock, then open wide to take him again when he pushes my head back down his shaft.
“That’s it—fuck…” Tightening his hold on my hair, he takes control, guiding my head as I bob up and down. I lick and suck, keeping my jaw lax as he fucks my mouth. My nipples are hard against my blouse. My sex is swollen with need. I slide my hand inside my skirt to find some relief, and he kicks it away. “I don’t think so, greedy girl.”