Page 47 of My Office Rival

I soaped and lathered until my fingers were pruned, and thenescaped to my bedroom, where the bed was a cloud of white cotton and an oasis of calm.

A creak sounded from Jason’s side, and I stilled. I hadn’t gotten used to the intrusiveness of hearing everything from that side of the wall, but we both were clearly trying to ignore it. There was a soft thump, and I started. It sounded like he was back-to-back with me. He shifted against the wall.Yep.I swallowed. What did he think about in bed? Since that night after our kitchen encounter, I hadn’t heard anythingprivate.I heard a soft groan from his side of the wall.I take it back.My skin heated.It sounds like he’s having some private time right about now. Should I leave?

No, I decided. This was my house too, and I wasn’t going to be chased out of bed because Jason Elliott was masturbating. He made another low noise, and I clenched my thighs together.What was he doing over there?I shut my eyes and pictured that thick cock in his hand, his eyes screwed tight with pleasure. Or maybe he had just started. Maybe he was fondling himself to full hardness under those tight black briefs I knew he wore. I slipped a single hand between my legs to where I throbbed and inhaled sharply.Oh shit.I was wet from my shower and already slippery with wanting him. I circled my fingers once, twice, little sparks of pleasure already radiating from where my fingers danced over my skin.

The snap of elastic sounded and he made another low noise.He’s not even trying to hide it.Fuck it. I wouldn’t either. I moaned a little as I dipped a finger down and dragged some of that slickness back up. All sound from his side stopped. I let my head thump against the wall as I circled my clit, warmth already kindling in my stomach. My eyes dropped shut, as if it could help me hear him better. I was suddenly desperate for any sound from his side, desperate to know that I wasn’t in this alone.

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” he said in a hoarse voice. The slick sound of his hand on his shaft made me arch my back into my fingers. “Oh, fuck,” he said again, this time followed by a gasp I just barely caught.

Oh my god.Was he doing this for me?

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JASON

She was right there.“Oh fuck,” I said. My breaths heaved. I was already close, liquid beading out over the tip of my cock, easing the way for my hand. Was she close too? Maybe she wasn’t touching herself at all? Her breathy little moan had certainly sounded like it. I’d avoided touching myself—well, mostly—for fear that she’d hear me, but I was all out of control today. Not when each glance of hers was filled with desire, not when I was constantly aware of her and her scent and her curves and her voice.

I tipped my head back against the wall and pictured those lush curves now, the way her breasts thrust up when she lay back, the way her eyes went all hazy when she was close to coming. If only she were here, riding me, pressing those greedy hands into my skin.

“Oh, yes.” Her voice was raspy. Her cries sounded involuntary and my body went taut.

I stroked a little more roughly, corkscrewing over the top of my cock in the way that always brought me to the edge.Close.But I wanted to come with her.

“I’m so close,” I muttered. Would she hear me?This is insane.I thrust into my hand, gripping the base, imagining her face tight with pleasure, my hands on her hips, her head tipped back as she rode me.

“Jason, I—” She let out a small noise.She said my name. Holy shit.Her voice saying my name brought me to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m there too. Come with me.”

She didn’t respond, but her little sobs of pleasure told me what I needed to know. They lit me up from the inside out. My stomach quivered, my legs shook. One hard thrust, then two, just the way I liked it, rough, wishing her voice were giving me orders, wishing I were at her mercy, and then I was coming, a low groan tearing from my throat. Her moan answered me and my cock jerked, spilling onto my stomach, pleasure searing my spine, warmth spreading through me like delicious honey. The waves of pleasure battered me until I was limp, spent.

Holy shit. Did we really just do that?Had she really said my name?

That was tomorrow’s problem.

I madeit to the office the next day without seeing her. I didn’t know if Icouldsee her without pinning her to the nearest surface. And my attraction to her was a damnable distraction, what with Gene sending me emails asking if we were going to hit the deadline he’d imposed, and Mitchell leaving me incessant voicemails about the first draft of the purchase agreement.

And Jonah and Miles would not leave me the fuck alone.

Miles

When are you back again?

Jason

I told you. When diligence is over. At least another week, maybe two.

Jonah

Someone is cranky.

Yeah, I was cranky. I couldn’t stop thinking about my roommate naked. I couldn’t have her, I was sick of this stupid, shady deal andGene’s bullshit, and I was tired of worrying about the texts I kept getting.

I tossed my phone down and scrubbed a hand over my face. We had a meeting in an hour with Gene and the Argan team, and I needed to see some real progress from my client or I was going to scream. He was hiding something, and I was sick of making excuses for him.

A knock sounded on the door. “What?” I barked.

Cynthia shoved it open. “The meeting got moved up.” Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes a little too bright.

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