Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Attuned to my emotions, he frowns.
"Did I make it wrong?"
I shake my head, words failing me in this moment as I blink up at him, praying I don't embarrass myself.
"Hey," he says, placing the cup on the counter before curling a finger under my chin and angling my face up so I'm looking directly into his eyes. "Tell me what's wrong, and I'll fix it."
"Are you actually this perfect?" I manage.
"It's just coffee, sweetheart."
I shake my head again. "It's not just coffee."
He pulls me into his chest, and I don't hesitate to bury my face in his t-shirt, my hands clinging to him in fear that the tides will change and this man will disappear from my life. I should probably be freaking out with how easily he has become the only thing I can seem to manage in my brain, but with his scent enveloping me and his warm arms around me, it feels like the man was heaven-sent and made just for me.
"If you get this emotional over coffee, wait until you see what I can do with my tongue."
I huff a laugh, pulling my head back and swatting at his chest.
"You're so bad."
"You love it," he says, his voice indicative of more than just teasing.
"Ready to head to work?"
Robert doesn't pull back at the sound of Bandera's voice. He doesn't seem rushed or embarrassed by our embrace being witnessed by someone else. I can see in his eyes as he continues to look down at me that he's exactly where he wants to be.
"Have a good day," he says a second before leaning down and brushing his lips over mine.
"You too," I manage when he steps back. I grab the coffee he made for me.
Bandera doesn't mention what he witnessed when he drives me to work.
Chapter 26
Rooster
I'm a very patient man.
I've never let my cock control my actions without working through every possible outcome scenario.
I also have never found a woman who makes me ache for release the way Morgan Spence does.
I feel off-kilter and more than a little out of my element where she's concerned.
With as much as I could be doing, I find myself watching the live feed of her office. Every time she shifts in her seat at her desk, I'm left wondering if she's thinking of me, and those thoughts are making her squirm.
I fight the urge to make contact with her, but it lasts all of half an hour before I backdoor her company's firewall and add a chat messenger to her computer.
Me: What's got you so anxious, sweetheart?
I watch in real-time as she tilts her head to the side, growing confused by the message I sent.
With a couple more clicks, I access her webcam, and it gives me the perfect view of her face.
Her fingers hover over her keyboard, but they don't move.
Me: How was your coffee this morning? I hope I made it to your liking.
I know I have her when a slow smile spreads across her pretty face, confusion clearing instantly.
Her: Have you hacked my computer?"
Me: Are you asking if I can see the searches you did the other day?
Pink spreads across her face as she chews on the bottom corner of her lips. Her fingers once again hover over her keyboard but remain motionless.
Me: Let me clear things up for you, sweetheart. I do like you. A lot.
Her smile grows wider just before she looks over her shoulder to make sure no one is paying attention to what she's doing.
Her desk is situated in such a way that someone would have to walk directly behind her desk to observe what's on her screen.
Her: I could get into trouble for chatting with you. We aren't supposed to have any outside links to our computer.
Me: I'd never let you get into trouble, Morgan. Your company can't see what we're typing. I'm better at computers than that.
Her: That's good. Can I be honest about something?
Me: Of course. Always.
Her: I think there might be something to this waiting and getting to know each other before jumping in bed.
I know for a fact that my smile is so broad that some would question my sanity if they came into the conference room and witnessed it for themselves.
Me: Anticipation is an aphrodisiac on its own.
Her: If you're not careful, however, I may end up going a little crazy and locking you in my room forever.
I lick at my suddenly dry lips before my fingers move over my keyboard.
Me: What happens in the room once the door is locked?
She once again looks around, and I know what she's going to type is going to be salacious, and my cock begins to thicken before her fingers move over the keys.
The program I have set up measures her keystrokes, so even though she types out, I'm going to start by sucking the head of your cock so deep into my throat that you'll never want to leave before erasing it, I still get to see it.