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“I didn’t mean for it to happen, Abigail. I swear!”
Depressing start
that’s such a stigma so stupid gtfo
It sounded perfect. And unattainable.
Maybe if I’d just spread my legs for Jed, my heart wouldn’t have been smashed into a thousand pieces.
“I heard he’s super rigid and law-abiding, like his father. Honorable to a fault.” “No way. Word around the Wolf is that he’s an arrogant, controlling prick who fucks women and then ditches them.” “A guy like that must go through women like underwear.”
long green dildo tucked into the side. When is she planning on using that?
He grins at me. “You sure are a cute little thing.” “I don’t want to be cute,” I grumble. “Cute gets left on the sides while “hot” gets bent over the couch by my boyfriend because he can’t control himself.”
“You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not the boss of me. The boss is the boss of me. And he can boss me.”
YOU TELL HIM
“Once I do that, I will happily go to bed with you. Not with you. I’ll go to bed. I’m not going to bed with a lumberjack.”
“Sit your ass right down or you’ll end up pulling us both in.” “That’s no way to speak to a lady.” He snorts. “It is when she’s as stubborn as a mule and as drunk as an Irishman.”
Lumberjack doesn’t want to be listening to this; I can tell by the steely look across his face.
Somehow dumping all this on a complete stranger feels therapeutic.
“How do I get over him?” My voice is almost pleading. “By spending the next four months fucking someone in every position imaginable.”
“So inexperience bothers you?” “It’s never appealed to me.” A wicked smirk touches his lips. “Though you wouldn’t be inexperienced for long.”
“Apparently some people call me the big bad wolf,” he whispers. “But I kind of like it.”
That stare, it’s almost... wolfish.
“But she is a girl, pining for some spineless dickhead who dumped her and is never coming back. Insecure, stupid little girls don’t attract me, Belinda. You know that.”
“I color-coordinated the meetings based on area: green is the EU, blue is North America, yellow is Asia, pink is England.” “Pink? Why pink for England?” I shrug, blushing. “I like pink, and I’ve always wanted to go to England.”
“Don’t be so naïve, Abbi. Trust me. He can smell that virgin pussy from a mile away and he wants it.”
“Why do you think I ask you in here while I’m undressing?” There’s only one reason I can come up with. “Because you like to see me squirm.” “Look at me.” My eyes snap back with his command and I find that sexy dimple waiting with his smirk. He can read my attraction to him plain as day. “You’re right, I do. And maybe I like testing you.”
“I don’t want Michael touching you like that again. Or anyone here, for that matter.” Is he even allowed to demand that? “Why not?” “Because, you’re—” He presses his lips together, cutting himself off. “Because they’re not good enough for you.”
“Is there anything else you need, while I’m here?” I ask as calmly as I can manage. I don’t understand what’s happening, but I know what I need at this moment. Him. Henry takes a step closer to me, heat from his body radiating, his erection now pressing against my stomach, his words stirring my confusion. “Don’t tempt me,” he growls.
“For someone who’s not attracted to insecure, stupid little girls, that sure is a very hard cock you have there.”
“You are so goddamn sweet.” His lips skim over mine as he whispers, “I don’t even like sweet. I like filthy and unemotional. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m at a pivotal moment in my career and you are fucking with my head.”
“I thought you didn’t like sweet.” I don’t know how I’m even capable of answering. He smirks. “I don’t. But the idea of turning my sweet little assistant filthy is driving me insane.”
“You’re going to give me your virgin pussy, aren’t you.” It’s not so much a question. “Yes.” I want this man to have it. I want him to teach me everything he knows.
“Good. Take a deep breath for me, Abbi.” I do, and he angles his hand, pushing his fingers in. I wince with the sudden pinch. It’s not unbearable, but it’s certainly uncomfortable. It finally dawns on me what Henry did. “You’ll thank me for doing that now instead of later.” He stills his hand as my body adjusts to having two fingers inside me, but his thumb keeps working small circles around my clit, rubbing with the perfect amount of pressure.
I lean forward and trace the tip of him with my tongue, where the bead of moisture sits on the end, tasting the saltiness. “Do that again, but look up at me this time,” he demands, his voice turning husky.
I try to relax. With Henry Wolf’s face between my legs at 7:00 a.m.
“Henry...” I moan, trailing my tongue along the salty edge of his collarbone. “I want to fuck you harder.” “Yes,” I hear myself whisper,
“You’re getting over an idiot ex and fucking your boss for the next four months. I’m running a hotel and fucking my assistant for the next four months. That’s all.”
my farm girl has one hell of a nice ass.”
