Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“No,” Jack immediately disagrees. “My private life and my business life are two completely separate entities. I’d like to keep it that way.” A grin involuntarily tugs on my lips when he adds with a murmur, “Except perhaps when it comes to you.”
With that, he places his hand on the curve of my back and guides me toward a waiting elevator. Either aware of his plans or knowledgeable about his indecisiveness, Elaine arrives in just enough time to hand me my purse and sunglasses from my desk.
I thank her with a smile. Jack uses words. “We shall meet with you later.”
She bobs her chin with barely a second to spare. It only balanced on her chest once when the elevator door snaps shut, and I’m plastered against the wall by a suit-covered body and a man who smells divine. “You still haven’t answered me.” Jack peers down at me with stormy, temperamental eyes. “And the wondering has left me barely functional.” He breathes in heavily, pushing his chest deeper into mine. “I’ve never had urges like this, Octavia. You’ve got my head in a spin. I’ve been hard all day.” His words set my body on fire. I’m hot all over, almost feverish. “Tell me you feel the same way? Tell me I’m not going insane?”
“You’re not going insane,” I answer before my brain can talk me out of it. It’s mush from his closeness. Nothing but goop. “But I may very well be if you don’t touch me.”
His eyes stray to the camera in the corner of the elevator before they rocket back to mine. “Not here. I can’t touch you here. Why do you think I’ve been restraining myself all day?”
“Because you decided one night was all you needed?”
The mad throb in the lower half of my body doubles when Jack throws his head back and laughs. He thinks I am being funny. I’m not. I am too horny to think up skits on the go. The carnal urges roaring through me right now are unlike anything I’ve experienced before. They’re desperate and needy. Overwhelming. They have me on the verge of dropping to my knees and begging, and it appears as if I’m not the only one who’s noticed that.
“Tivy…” Jack grumbles on a moan, his voice hardened by lust.
When he wedges his hand between my legs, my awareness of his closeness turns excruciatingly painful. His pupils are massively dilated, and his handsome face is mere inches from mine. He’s a devastatingly attractive man, almost too beautiful to be so manly.
“This should tie you over until we get to the boutique.” He squashes one of his palms to the glass wall behind me, caging me in further before his other hand skims over my panties.
The sharp breath he releases when he discovers how wet I am almost buckles my knees out from beneath me.
“Look at me, Octavia.” His voice is hot and heavy on my neck, adding to the beads of sweat forming on my nape.
Arousal surges through me when our eyes lock and hold. There is so much want in his eyes. So much need. “Now keep them there,” he demands before he slips my panties to the side and teasingly braces one of his fingers at my entrance. When I nod, too blinded by horniness to care about where we are, he inserts one finger inside me. “Christ,” he bites out when the walls of my vagina clench around him. “You’re so damn snug.” The groan that delivers his words is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. “You need to be quick, Octavia. The ride from the seventeenth floor is never long.”
If he delivers every word he speaks like he did the past two sentences, I will forever be on the cusp of orgasm. The way he growls my name already has me teetering, much less his urgency to have me anywhere he can get me.
“Yes.” Jack moans into my neck when the rock of my hips matches the grinds of his finger.
He pumps in and out of me in a rhythm that steals my sanity even quicker than it fails to remind me that we’re in an enclosed box with monitored surveillance, then his thumb gets in on the action. It circles my clit while his finger drives me to the edge of hysteria.
“Now, Tivy. You need to give it to me now.”
As fireworks explode low in my stomach, I clench around him and moan his name. My orgasm is short yet captivating—a mesmerizing few seconds that have me wishing for a dozen more.
“Fuck,” Jack curses when the endorphins wear off, and he realizes where we are.
He looks at the emergency stop button on the dashboard then back at me several times before the decision is taken out of his hands. Even if he wanted to force the elevator into an emergency stop, he can’t. We’ve reached the lobby, and riders flood the elevator like it is the only one.