Page 57 of The Ice Queen in the Corner Office

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jill

I sank onto Alex’s chest and kissed him back. I pretended my pounding heart had everything to do with lust and nothing to do with the hope and want that had rushed through me when he’d said he wanted more.

His hands were all over me, making it impossible for me to think, which was just as well.

I didn’t want to think any more.

I just wanted to enjoy him, to enjoy the moment.

If I allowed myself to think, I’d have to deal with the truths I’d set aside for the first time in my life in exchange for what I wanted. The truth that I’d never be able to have a purely professional relationship with him again. I could lie to myself and to him, but deep down I knew that when he walked away, it was going to hurt and I’d have to find a new job. And that part of me that whispered that maybe he wouldn’t walk away, I shut it down, because I’d listened to that voice in the past and had my heart shattered.

I was a chump once, falling for a man who was a charming liar, and I’d promised myself I’d never get into a situation like that again. I’d do better. I’d be stronger.

Alex’s hands gripped my hair as he lifted my head away from his mouth. “God, you taste good,” he said.

His words and the passion on his face made me want more than just his body. I was in too deep already, but there was no getting out. I needed him too badly.

I’d been feeling so lost, now that my family no longer needed me, now that I finally had the freedom I’d thought I always wanted. I needed this escape. And it would be a perfectly safe escape as long as we kept it all about the sex. Which is why I licked my lips and smiled my most wicked smile. “I bet you taste even better. Let me go, so I can find out.”

“I’d rather have you up here where I can see your face when you come apart.”

“You’re only saying that, because you’ve never had my mouth on you.” I was desperate to get away from that look in his eyes, the fondness I could never trust. “Please let me have this. I promise I’ll be very good.”

The mask he so often wore slipped and desire twisted his features, the want and the need blazing forth. Still, he held back, his control impressive. “You promise you’ll be good? You’ll do what I ask?”

“In bed, I’ll do whatever you ask.”

He smiled like he’d won something, and I got a bad feeling I may have given him more than I’d realized. When he released my hair, I slid lower until I was kneeling between his legs.

He was a beautiful man, every inch of him smooth skin and hard muscles. I dropped my head and tasted him. He groaned and bucked, and my lips curved into a smile. This was going to be fun.

I didn’t move my mouth down on him, but licked him slowly, pulling back just before he started to get really into it. I pushed forward and backed off, enjoying his complete loss of control, the desperation as his body bucked and he pleaded for more, begged me not to stop. In that moment, I could almost believe I could handle him, that I could be the one steering this relation—This tryst.

His hands tangled in my hair and he nudged me forward, his voice cracking with need as he begged me to let him finish.

I considered leaving him in that state. He was in no condition to chase me, and I was discovering just how much fun being bad with him could be, but I wanted to feel him come apart under my hands and my mouth. I wanted to hold the key to his release. It was a heady power trip.

I took him as far into my mouth as I could and then I took him deeper. I sucked him hard, and he came with a roar of pleasure.

I stayed with him until he went limp beneath me and then I rose to my knees to see the man, wasted with pleasure.

Pride at the state I’d brought him to rushed through me, but also a bit of sadness because I’d lost that opportunity to be face to face with him while we reached that climax together. I moved to hop off the bed, but he scissored his legs together, holding me in place.

“You aren’t going anywhere.”

“I can’t just stay in bed all day.”

He didn’t release me. “You promised you’d be good. That was our deal.”

“In bed. I never agreed to let you dictate my whole day.” I needed to get away, to get some space from him. Because that power trip I’d just gone on had backfired, had somehow made me like him more, feel even closer to him.

“You’re still in bed. And you aren’t to leave this bed or put on clothes until I give you permission.”

I rolled my eyes, but panic had started to rise in me. “That’s ridiculous. You can’t force me to stay in your bed all day.”

“If you leave this bed, you’ll be breaking our deal and I’ll have to punish you later.” His eyes traveled over my body as he spoke, and I couldn’t contain my shudder of want.

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