Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Roman didn’t whine. He didn’t berate her for having such a good job, or tell her she worked too much. Brad never once assumed she wanted her boss.
Abigail had never strayed, nor would she. She would never cheat on anyone. After experiencing it herself, it was not a nice feeling.
She did have feelings for Brad, but slowly they had died, only to be completely obliterated as he decided to shack up with his secretary.
Pushing all thoughts of Brad and that moment out of her mind, she looked up at Roman. He held her hands above her head, and she couldn’t believe this was happening. Yes, she had spent some time fantasizing about what it would mean to belong to Roman.
The hand that wasn’t holding her hands trapped against the door slowly started to slide down. The tips of his fingers grazed across her nipples as he slid down, going toward the fastening of her skirt. He didn’t attempt to kiss her, just eased the catch open, and slid the zipper down. He pushed the skirt, and it fell to the floor at her feet. “Keep your hands up there,” he said.
Seconds later, she felt him let go, and now she watched him, waiting to see what he was going to do next.
She wondered if her face was on fire as he started to open the buttons of her shirt. He slid them open, one, and then the other, and another. To Abigail, it felt like he was taking forever, and it was driving her crazy.
There was no speeding him up as he opened her shirt. She wore white lace panties and a matching bra. She hated wearing odd lingerie. This was an expense she loved to splurge on.
He opened up the blouse, along with the jacket, but with her arms in the air, she couldn’t pull them off. She watched him as he looked at her and groaned. He stroked the curve of one of her bra cups, sliding his finger beneath the lace.
“These are sexy,” he said.
She expected him to cup her tits, or take the bra off. Instead, his hands went to the cheeks of her ass, and he squeezed. She had never considered her ass to be an erogenous zone, but one touch from him, and she was on fire.
His nails sunk in, not too sharp, and she let out a little cry. The temptation to hold him was so strong, but instead she kept her hands exactly where he had placed them.
Roman pressed his mouth against her neck, and she had no choice but to close her eyes, as the sensations were intensifying, and she couldn’t focus. He was setting her on fire, and she was falling deep into that pit.
“Put your hands down,” he said.
She lowered them to her sides.
Seconds later, the jacket fell, as did the blouse.
Roman took her hand and led her through her apartment. This was not the first time he had been to her place. He had picked her up after an impromptu phone call indicated they had to fly to another country to handle some business.
She’d been in bed and had to quickly pack, since she’d not been completely ready.
Roman didn’t lead her to her bedroom. Instead, he pulled her down to straddle his lap on the sofa. She felt the hard ridge of his cock where it was pressed against her pussy.
He reached up, pulled the clip that bound her hair up at the base of her neck, and her long, brown hair with blonde streaks fell down around her. It had taken several hours at a salon to get her hair like this. She wanted a change, and her stylist had convinced her the blonde streaks would look stunning. She liked it.
As Roman sunk his fingers into her hair and pulled her in close, his lips touched hers. She no longer liked it, she loved it.
He traced her mouth with his tongue, and she opened up for him, then he took full advantage, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She had her hands on his shoulders, but as she met his tongue with her own, she cupped his cheek. One of his hands left her head to go to her ass, and she whimpered against him.
He growled. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he said.
She drove him crazy! What about what he was doing to her?
His hands went to her shoulders, and he started to pull the straps of her bra down, and with a quick flick of his fingers, the bra was gone.
She pulled away long enough to work it down her arms and toss it to the side, as she then cupped his face and kissed him. Abigail felt her nerves spiraling in the pit of her stomach, and she didn’t like it. She didn’t want to be nervous around Roman. Brad’s nasty behavior and attitude had really messed with her mind.