Page 41 of Last Ticket to Paradise

He pressed his lips against hers, and her mouth opened beneath his assault of kisses. His tongue toyed with hers while she rocked against him, willing his fingers to invade her and bring her pleasure. He might think this was taking it slowly, but all she needed was another tweak or two from his magical touch and she’d go over the edge like before.

Like a cold blast, he pulled away from their kisses and removed his hand from between her legs. “I have an idea.”

“So do I.” She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand back toward her. “You can make me come right here and now.”

“That’s not it.” He tapped his forehead. “You’re such a strong woman, and you like doing everything for yourself, why don’t you make yourself come if you’re in such a big hurry?”

Her jaw dropped open. “What do you mean? Are we not having sex?”

The sight of the necklace had interrupted them before, and she didn’t think she could wait any longer to take him inside. Besides, she’d never had much luck with masturbation. How embarrassing would that be to have him watching her for two hours, only to see the flame die out?

He leveled a finger at the love seat against one wall of his office. “There. Do it there.”

She scowled at the love seat. “I don’t know.”

Reaching forward, he pinched one of her nipples. “Now.”

His command and the casual way he tweaked her nipple sent a river of fire coursing through her body.

She backed up until she felt the edge of the love seat behind her and plopped down. Under his gaze, she reached between her legs, her fingers fumbling.

Shaking his head, he leaned against the desk, facing her. “Spread your legs.”

She opened her thighs, cupping her mound with one hand and delving her fingers into her throbbing flesh.

“Wider.” He tilted his head to one side. “Use one hand and toy with your nipples with the other.”

She spread her legs even more, keeping her eyes locked with Jake’s. Her fingers inched up her belly, and she circled a taut nipple with her index finger. Her own touch sent a shiver of need down her thighs.

With her other fingers, she tapped her clit and traced along her moist, swollen flesh until the direct pressure became too much to bear. She slid the pads of her fingertips on either side of her clit and caressed in a rhythmic motion.

The pleasure that suffused her body had her lashes fluttering and her legs trembling. Then her eyes flew open as she felt Jake kneel between her legs.

“Good job.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Now let me finish.”

His tongue replaced her fingers. The hot, wet flicks and jabs of the tip sent her plummeting over the edge of passion. Her hips rose off the love seat as the second wave of her orgasm clawed through her body. Jake dug his fingers into her bottom and kept his mouth between her legs, suckling her, building the tension over and over as jolt after jolt claimed her—as he claimed her.

When she collapsed into a whimpering, boneless thing, he propped her legs on his shoulders, on either side of his head, and kissed her inner thigh. “That was a pleasure to watch.”

“When do I get to see you?” She reached greedy hands for the buttons of his white shirt.

He clambered to his knees, still between her thighs, and allowed her to yank the shirt from his muscled frame.

She slipped her legs from his shoulders, and her shaking fingers tugged at the button of his shorts.

He removed her hand and undid his shorts, yanking them down his powerful thighs. His cock broke free of the constraints of his shorts, and she smoothed one hand along the tight skin of his shaft.

His body twitched. “Now I’m going to take you in every way possible.”

She swallowed. “What does that mean?”

Craning his head over his shoulder, he said, “I think we’ll start with that desk.”

He rose to his feet, kicking his shorts away, and extended his hand to her.

She took it, grateful for the support, and he yanked her forward and bent her over the desk, grabbing a handful of her hair to position her across the blotter.

As her breasts squished against the black leather, she protested, “I’m too tall for this.”

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