Page 77 of My Office Rival

“Okay.” I smiled at him. “For you.”

“Truth or dare?”Jason asked.

We were on the couch, each of us unwilling to let this night end. Jason faced me, toying with one lock of my hair. It had been a night of small touches, a hand on my back here, his lips on my neck there, and I loved it. I’d told myself to enjoy it and forget about tomorrow. For just one night, I was happy to pretend he was mine.

“Truth,” I said.

He sank his teeth into his full lower lip. “Would you let me restrain you?”

Heat flashed through me. “You mean…”

“Yes,” he bit out. He leaned forward. “In bed. Would you let me tie you up? Handcuff you?”

I want that.But I wanted it on equal terms. “Would you let me do the same?” I countered.

His eyes dropped closed, and he swallowed. “Fuck. Yes, I would. Of course.” He raised his gaze to mine, jaw clenched. “You know that’s my thing.”

“Then yes. I want it,” I said, slightly breathless.

His lids dropped closed for a moment. Something like want, or longing, flickered across his face.

“Choose dare.” His voice was low, rough.

“You don’t get two in a row,” I protested.

“I don’t care.” He surged over me, pinning me to the couch. “Can I have anything I want?” His eyes searched mine, waiting for permission, always.

“Yes, anything.”

He smiled. “I want to show you how to sub.”

I blew out a shaky breath. “Okay.”

“It’s not part of the dare. I want you to see how it works.” He traced over my arm with his finger, his face uncertain. “But you need a safe word. Because what you did to me was just a start. Like dipping your toe in the shallow end. But what I’ll do to you is so much more.”

Already I could feel my pulse between my legs, heavy with desire. “Yes.” My voice was breathy, high. “Um, for a safe word, I’ll pick crossword.”

He smiled. “Good choice.” His smiled dropped and his face hardened. His lake-blue eyes were bright above stark cheekbones. “Go upstairs. To my room, not yours. Take off your clothes and kneel on the floor. Don’t use a cushion. I want you to feel the carpet on your knees.”

Already his words were turning me on. Could I do this?

“Okay,” I whispered.

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Iwaited on the floor and I understood why Jason had said no pillow. Anticipation made my head swim, but the roughness of the carpet on my knees grounded me, the sensation pulling me back into my body when I thought I might float away.

His slow tread on the stairs made my stomach jerk. I was slick between my legs already, wanting this, wanting to feel what he felt, to understand what he needed.

The door creaked open, and I looked up. Bare feet, fine wool slacks on those strong legs. He ignored me as he unbuttoned his white shirt and let the halves flap open. Just that glimpse of his stomach shot lust through me. He opened a drawer, idly running his fingers over the contents, before selecting a few ties and tossing them on the bed. When he finally turned, my breathing was shallow, my breasts heavy.It’s so hot that he’s ignoring me. Like I was something to be used for his pleasure. Or my own.

He stepped in and brushed my hair back off my face, his face tight, but his eyes soft. “This okay?” he murmured.

“Yes.” I tipped my head up, affection for him spreading like warm honey. He dropped a kiss to my lips, gently, then harder, slipping histongue into my mouth, taking control of my head with his hand on my jaw.

When he finally pulled away, the outline of his erection was pressed against his pants. He swiftly pulled them down, followed by his briefs. My eyes arrowed to his cock, and I swayed forward. I wanted to suck him down, make him go limp under me.

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