Page 71 of My Office Rival

“Not until I say you can.” The words lit something inside him. His pleasure seemed to deepen, a low noise tearing from his chest, his thrusts growing helpless. His need undid me.

“Jason, I—” I moaned as he hit that spot deep inside me.

“Yeah, I’m there. I’ve got you.”

I sobbed the words, “Come with me” and then one deep thrust had those waves battering my body, pulling me up, up, up, and then crashing over me. I clenched around him, my back arching, my body pulsing.

His cock jerked and then he was following me over the edge with a hoarse shout, his whole body taut, his hips pumping as he chased his pleasure. He slumped over me, his damp exhalations hot on my stomach, until he slipped out of me and gathered me to his chest. His large frame was shaking slightly as he banded me against him. His lips were on my neck and his body hot and hard behind me.

“That was amazing,” he rasped.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m not sure.” A heavy breath loosed from his chest. “I will be.” And then a breath later, “I didn’t expect you to enjoy that.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “I loved it. I mean, I don’t know if I would love it with everyone. But with you, it was amazing.”

He tensed behind me.

“What?” I asked. Worry gnawed at me. Should I have been less honest?

“It’s never been that good.” His harsh whisper sounded shocked. “Never.” He squeezed my hip.

How am I going to let him go?

I woke slowly,like swimming up through a sunlit pool. The light was warm on my eyelids, and the heavy weight on my side told me Jason had kept me tucked against him all night. I kept my eyes closed, savoring this feeling, the smooth silk of his skin over those firm muscles, the rough hairs on his legs against my own.

There had been no question in my mind that sleeping here was the right choice. I hadn’t been able to leave him. The way he’d lost himself with me, the way he’d given himself up to me. And the look in his eyes when he’d pressed inside, the way he’d cradled me against his chest.Was he falling for me?No way. Mr. One Night?Unlikely.When this deal was done, we’d go back to being strangers.Can you really pretend he’s nothing to you when you’re facing him across the table?I had to try. Jason had made no promises, and I hadn’t asked him to. I was going to enjoy this while it lasted and then figure my life out. Even though the thought of letting him go was a physical ache I couldn’t soothe.

He shifted against me, his arm flexing against my side. He brushed his thumb against my stomach, and I shivered.

“Are you awake?” His voice was deep and sleep-rough in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed. I pressed back against him.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“Actually, great.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Well, normally, I don’t sleep with a six-foot-three body pillow with a huge cock, so yeah, I’m a little surprised.”

He huffed a laugh into my neck. “I slept better than I have in years. Maybe better than I ever have. I might need to keep you with me to make sure I get eight hours a night.” His voice was dark, possessive.

“I don’t think the world is ready for a well-rested Jason Elliott.” I couldn’t handle him across the conference table, that was for sure.

“You’ll need all that energy for the activities I have planned for today.”

My stomach fluttered. “Activities?”

He bit gently at my earlobe. “Not those kinds of activities. Though…are you sore?” His thumb kept brushing over my stomach, then lower. My head was light and my blood fizzy.

“No,” I panted out.

“Excellent.” He pressed his lips to the spot where my neck met my shoulder, and then with firm hands and utter focus, he pleasured me, pushed inside me, brought me to the peak. I sobbed out little noises that may have been his name.

“I know, I know.” He murmured into my neck, “It’s so much. Hold on for me. You’re so beautiful. You feel so good.” He spoke the words into my neck, before banding me against him with his arm. My heart tripped. His words didn’t sound casual. They were a litany from his lips to my skin. I arched into him. I was so close to tipping over the edge. He seemed to know, and adjusted the angle so he was hitting me in just the right spot. We went over the peak together, bodies straining, breaths mingling in the morning quiet.

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