Page 70 of My Office Rival

I scooped her up against my chest, and she pressed a cheek to my heart. It thudded against her silken skin.For you, sweetheart. For you.One step, two, and I was laying her down gently, even though I wanted to sink to the floor with her cradled in my arms.

She twined her arms behind her head and gave me a mischievous look. “Stroke your cock and let me watch.”

Oh, hell yes.

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He froze, and for a second, I thought he would refuse. But no, he was just moving a little more slowly. His eyes were heavy-lidded, hazy, his body loose. Mine was the opposite. I was thrumming with want, heady with power.Who knew this could be so fun?

One large hand dropped to where his erection bobbed, looking almost painfully hard. He gave one firm stroke, then another. Then his chin dropped down, his head heavy, and hips bucked into his hand. His fist was already moving faster, chasing his orgasm.

“Slower. I want to enjoy this.” For a second, I felt silly ordering him around. And then his eyes closed, and he shuddered, and I feltpowerful. A bolt of lust went through me.This is what it’s about. I get it.When his eyes opened, they were glittering with need.

His shoulders shook as he complied, his soft mouth slack. He hissed a breath as his hand squeezed and stroked from top to bottom. I gave him another few moments, savoring the pulse between my legs that grew with every peek of his cock over the top of his fist. His chest was heaving and the crown of his cock was already slick.

“I need to come.” His voice was hoarse.

“No.” Mine cracked across the room.

His head jerked up, and the haze cleared a little. He grinned. “You’re really good at this.”

Warm pleasure spiraled through me, and I gave him a small smile. I wanted to laugh, to cheer with triumph. But I didn’t want to flip the dynamic, not yet.

I gazed at him as he stood, naked in the moonlight, waiting for my next words. Anticipation swirled with each inhale. I was silent, dragging it out, watching him clench and unclench his right hand. Each heavy breath made his cock jerk.

“What if I left, right now, and told you to wait here?”

“I would stay,” he rasped.

Suddenly, I very much wanted to do that. To see how much control I could exercise over him, to give him a space to do nothing butbe.“Another time,” I murmured. “Right now, I want you to get over here.”

He was instantly there, moving over me, pressing me to the mattress with one firm hand. One rough thumb dipped down to circle my clit and drag slickness from my core back up.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “You like this.” His voice was soft, reverent, his eyes questioning.

“I love this,” I breathed, and he smiled.It’s you.With anyone else? Maybe not. But having this wild, beautiful man under my control, it waseverything.

His chest rose and fell above me, his muscles tight.Oh. He’s waiting for permission.

“Hard or gentle?” I asked. “What do you prefer?”

“Normally, hard. I like it rough. But tonight…” He trailed off and feathered a thumb over the inside of my knee. My heart squeezed.He feels the same.

“I’m with you,” I murmured. I lifted my hips. “I want you. Give it all to me.”

“Yes, fuck, yes.” He dragged his erection through my wetness and then pressed inside, inch by delicious inch. He finally seated himself fully, and we both gasped. He drew back out andoh, yeah.That felt really good. His eyes were already dropping shut, his mouth softening.He was sinking back into that space again, where he’d been before.He needs it. Help him get there.

“Slower, Jason. I want to feel you.” I kept my voice hard, confident, when normally I’d be begging. And didn’t that feel good? To be the one commanding him, instead of asking for what I wanted.

He gave a short nod but slowed his thrusts until each drag of his cock was slow, torturous, delicious. I gave myself up the sensation of being filled, waves of pleasure already starting in my core. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he groaned with me. His eyes flew open at my noise, and what I saw in his soft gaze made my heart thud. Warm palms smoothed over my sides, my breasts. He dipped his head to pull one nipple into his mouth, then the other. Soft kisses on the undersides, followed by little bites that had me moaning and arching off the bed.

“More,” I murmured.

“Thank fuck,” he muttered. He lifted my hips and rolled his own in that perfect, heavy rhythm, until I was close, so close. My stomach dipped like it had on the rollercoaster.

“I’m so close.” His voice was thick, his shoulders shaking.

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