Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Mr. Hawthorne’s expecting you,” she says pleasantly, but I feel like I’m marching to my doom.
I manage to give her a confident smile back before I turn the knob to push his door open.
My eyes go to his desk, but Dane isn’t there. I step in and as I’m moving to shut the door behind me, Dane is revealed, standing right there. He pushes the door shut, his hand closing over mine on the handle.
I feel like my heart is thundering in my chest. We stare at each other for all of two seconds before his hands are on my face and he’s pulling me to him for a kiss.
I groan so loudly I’m worried his secretary heard me and yet that doesn’t stop my fists from gripping his shirt to pull him closer to me.
“Fuck,” Dane whispers into my mouth before filling it with his tongue.
He kisses me with brutal aggression, and I know he’s partly pissed I’ve been refusing to look at him. He’s pissed because I made things weird today, and I suspect he’s also bent out of shape over the fact he’s feeling compelled to kiss me right now.
Dane moves a hand to the back of my head where he wraps it around my ponytail. He kisses me deeper for just a moment before pulling on it so our mouths disconnect. I get a glimpse of wild eyes before I drop my gaze.
“Fucking look me in the eye, Avril,” he growls.
I want to look at him, but I can’t. I’m so afraid I might see condemnation for inciting him to act in a way he might be regretting right now.
“You’ll fucking look at me,” he warns before he releases my hair, and then he’s lifting me in his arms. He walks over to his desk but rather than sit me on it, he places me on my feet. I wobble slightly, almost falling as my knees go weak when he roughly yanks my skirt up.
My chest starts heaving over his aggressive demeanor and my sex starts to throb. Somewhere deep inside of me, there’s a tiny voice telling me to put a stop to this, but I ignore it. As much as I’ve fallen prey to the lust inside The Wicked Horse, this is a million times more seductive, and the danger makes it even more appealing to me. That voice tells me my friendship with Dane is at risk, but my body shuts that shit down fast in its reaction to the man.
Heart racing, lungs barely functioning, and with soaking wet panties. A tremor of fear over us getting caught is also added into the mix, and I feel like I’m ready to explode.
Dane easily picks me up and sets me on the edge of his desk. Leaning into me, he reaches past me to push his laptop back, but otherwise, his desk is pretty pristine. He’s got a little bit of OCD in him. One of my favorite pastimes is to come in and mess his desk up sometimes before he gets into work by turning stuff slightly to drive him nuts.
He puts a hand to my chest and pushes me down until my back hits the desk. Then he’s yanking my panties down my legs, only bothering to pull them free of one leg. I can feel the lace resting over the top of my foot.
In all this time, I’ve refused to look at Dane’s face. I’ve concentrated on the feelings instead.
But when his hands go under my thighs and he pulls my legs wide, my eyes snap up to him.
“Looking at me now, aren’t you?” he taunts with anger and defiance of the precarious position he’s put us in at this moment.
“Dane,” I say softly, but then gasp as he drops to his knees and works my legs over his shoulders.
I can’t bear to watch because I know the image will ruin me so my eyes go to the ceiling.
“Look at me, Av,” Dane whispers, and I can feel his breath blow over my flesh. A shudder ripples through me at his proximity, but I refuse to take my eyes off the ceiling.
My hips shoot upward when I feel his tongue press lightly against my clit, which contrasts starkly to his domination of me so far. I grit my teeth to keep from whimpering and close my eyes. Bracing for his mouth to attack me, my entire body goes rigid with anticipation.
Instead, I feel his hand back in the center of my chest for just a moment before he’s fisting the material of my silk blouse and pulling my torso off the desk. My eyes fly open in surprise and then go to Dane as he kneels between my legs.
His eyes are burning and his skin flushed. Tilting his head to the side, he brushes the corner of his mouth against the inside of my leg and that stupid, rock-star goatee tickles slightly. My leg jerks from the touch, and that causes Dane to give me a salacious smile.