Page 51 of The Ice Queen in the Corner Office

Her grin widened. “You ever played Fortnite?”

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Jill dropped her controller onto the bed and stretched. “Wow. Kicking your ass is exhausting.”

I stared at her, wondering how I’d lost my manhood, and if I’d ever get it back. “I told you I’d never played before, you were supposed to give me a chance to learn the game.”

She smirked, looking all sexy and sleepy. “We’ve been playing for four hours, I figured you’d gotten the basic concept.”

I threw my own controller toward the end of the bed. “How’d you get so good? I know you work as many hours a day as I do.”

“No social life,” she said. “And the need for less sleep than most people.”

“And that guy who logged in as soon as we did? Seemed like you two are close, should I be worried?”

She scrunched her nose. “God, no. Why would I want to hook up with someone who plays stupid kids’ games all day?” Her eyes were lit with teasing and her lips curved up in a slow smile. She was so fucking beautiful.

“I want to kiss you so bad.” I’d been wanting to kiss her since I’d woken up with her in my arms. Four hours sitting in bed with her next to me had done nothing to diminish my desire. Not even when she’d been soundly kicking my ass.

She rolled her eyes and huffed. “You can’t talk about a kiss, it totally ruins the—”

Taking that as permission, I couldn’t resist dipping my head and tasting her.

She responded immediately, no holding back, no hesitation, and my whole body lit up like a kid on the sidelines who just been told he was going to be put in the game.

Before I realized what I was doing, she was under me, our mouths still fused together, tongues dancing and lips bruising.

She wrapped her legs around my waist. I was harder than I’d ever been and dying to be inside her. She moaned and bucked her hips beneath me and I lost my mind. I lifted off her just enough to get my shirt off and then I pulled at her shirt, gently at first, then with increasing urgency as she raised her arms over her head. I pulled the shirt off and sucked in a breath. No bra. She’d worn no bra.

My brain screamed at me to hold back, to go slow, both to savor the moment and to make sure she was as desperate for me as I was for her. I stared at those perfect, creamy breasts and tried to pull myself together.

“Alex,” she said, her voice breathless. “Please.”

I met her gaze and saw the heat in her eyes and any little bit of sense I had about restraint fled. I dropped my head to her breast and lavished the tender flesh with kisses, tasting every inch of her beautiful skin. I nipped her perfect, rosy nipple and she arched her back and groaned. Damn, she was responsive. I could spend all day tasting her and kissing her, just to hear and see her reactions.

I made sure her other breast got equal attention, then I slid down her body, pulling her yoga pants off as I went. She was wearing a tiny scrap of red lace I couldn’t help but hope she’d put on with me in mind. Dropping her pants on the floor, I knelt at the end of the bed, careful of my casted ankle, and drank up the sight of her beautiful, perfect body. I’d known she was gorgeous, but I’d no idea—

“You need to do something, before I decide this is a bad idea,” she said, squirming under my inspection, not with discomfort, but with want. She massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples, looking sexier than I’d ever imagined even in my best fantasies. One hand drifted down her taut abs to that little scrap of fabric and she touched herself while I watched.

I wanted to tell her to pull off those panties and let me see everything she was doing to herself, but I didn’t want to push her too far, I didn’t want…Oh, hell, if we were doing this, I needed to be sure she was all in.

“If there’s a chance you can change your mind,” I said. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I rubbed my hardness through the fabric of my sweatpants and fought against the need building in me to take myself in hand and end the torture. “Are you sure you want me?”

“Yes,” she said, arching her back and pushing her hand farther between her legs. “I won’t change my mind.”

“Prove it,” I said. “Show me how bad you want me.”

She froze, eyes widening. “I’m practically begging for it, Alex. What the hell else do you want?”

I looked down at her hand between her legs. “Show me it all, baby. I want to see you work yourself over with your eyes on me, with your head full of me. Then, I’ll know you’re ready. Then, I’ll be sure you won’t regret this in a few hours.”

“Hours?” she asked. “Don’t you mean in a few minutes, as soon as it’s done?” She spoke the words on a breathy exhale, but there was a teasing glint in her eyes.

I didn’t smile or get annoyed. I stroked myself again through my pants and looked over her body, slowly, drinking in the sight of her. “Once I have you, baby, I’m not letting you go for hours and at least five orgasms on your part.” She whimpered and pressed her hand hard against her sex, but she didn’t resume rubbing. “All you have to do is show me how much you want me.”

Her mouth tensed into a hard line and I knew she was going to deny me, knew she was going to let her practical, logical side win and keep our relationship platonic. But then something lit in her eyes and she gave me a slow smile. “I should be pissed at you, but there’s something about your smug bossy tone with me naked, under you, that gets me wet as hell.” She gave herself a slow stroke. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do. Demand it like you’re my boss here, too.”

I wasn’t in the habit of demanding anything from a woman in bed, but the look in her eyes and the idea of…”You’re sure that’s what you want?”

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