Page 50 of Twisted Devotion

A deep flush paints its way across my chest when his firm cock presses against my thigh. My eyes fly to his face to find him smirking at me.

“How was dinner?” he asks, slowly massaging the tension out of my shoulders with deft fingers.

“Mmm,” I moan, fighting to keep my eyes open. “It was really nice.”

“Good,” he says, kissing me again.

I don’t fight it anymore, letting my eyes fall shut as I deepen the kiss and push him back against the tile of the shower.

He grumbles, grabbing my hips and spinning us around so I’m pressed between him and the wall. “You forget,” he says against my mouth, “I’m in charge here.” His fingers wrap around my throat and hold me in place while his mouth continues devouring mine. His lips trail from my mouth to my jaw, nipping and sucking gently before moving down my neck and sucking so hard I gasp in surprise, my eyes snapping open.

I nod slowly, swallowing before I ask, “What do you want?”

Jackson’s eyes meet mine, and he smiles. “That’s much better.”

His thumb brushes my jaw and he uses his free hand to cover mine, guiding it between us and wrapping it around his cock. After a few pumps, he shifts his hand away, letting me work his shaft on my own. I keep the pace, alternating the pressure, making him breathe heavier.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Don’t stop.”

I increase the speed slightly and lean into him, pressing my lips to his neck before dragging my tongue up the length of it. Peppering kisses along his sharp, stubble-covered jaw, I use my other hand to fondle his balls.

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Jesus, Red. Easy.”

I smirk against his skin, pumping harder and faster in response.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

He seals his mouth over mine and rolls his hips, thrusting against my hand, and groans deeply, coming apart in my hand—and against my thigh. He kisses my cheek and rests his forehead against mine until his breathing returns to normal. Then he guides me under the hot spray of water and cleans himself off me, gently soaping up my body and rinsing it off. He takes his time, and I don’t mind one bit.

My back is to him, and he presses his chest into my shoulder blades, tickling the shell of my ear with his lips as he says, “You’re going to be my undoing.”

16

Jackson and I spend the next three weeks dancing around each other, taunting each other until one of us snaps—which typically ends up with him carrying me to his bed and making me come so hard I can’t think straight. It’s become something of a twisted routine, one I’ll miss dearly once my job is complete.

On my way to the facility, I can’t stop thinking about the night before, about the way Jackson tied me up and practically tortured several orgasms out of me using nothing but a vibrator and his sweet, wicked voice.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, either,” he murmurs from the driver’s seat.

I press my lips together against a smile, heat rising in my cheeks. “Well, stop,” I tell him. “We’re going to work.”

He chuckles. “I’ll stop when you stop, Red.”

“Wanna bet?” I say without thinking.

Jackson glances sideways at me. “Because that went so well the last time?” he teases, and I grant him a small laugh.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever.” The easygoing banter back and forth puts me in a good mood to start the day, and I haven’t even had my morning coffee yet.

When we get to the facility, though, the first place I head after dropping my things in the office is to the coffee maker in the kitchen.

The morning passes slowly. Jackson’s schedule is clear, but he has a consultation with the architect for the new facility later today.

When the afternoon rolls around, Jackson goes into his meeting. This isn’t one I sit in on, considering I won’t be working for him at the new facility. From what he’s told me, the plan is to build it on this property. They’ll keep this building operating while the construction takes place over a couple of years, and then tear it down once the new facility is open.

I get up to stretch my legs, heading into the hall, and almost collide with Bethany as I step out of Jackson’s office.

“Slow down there,” I tease her.

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