Page 79 of My Office Rival

“Too much?” Her voice was a little hoarse.

“I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.” I slipped one finger into her, then two, and she trembled. I leaned over to kiss her shoulder, even as my cock nudged her entrance. “Never believe it. This is the furthest thing from hate.”

Her hands fisted the sheets. I wanted it hard, but I couldn’t bear to hurt her. I pressed in to her wet heat and my cock pulsed. She felt really fucking good, and I exhaled through the overwhelming sensation. One inch, then another. When I was sure she was wet and ready, already pulsing around me, I slammed home. She cried out and clenched around my cock.

She moved her hips, and I pressed her into the mattress, forcing her to take it at the angle I wanted. I fucked her with ruthless intensity, each thrust deep and hard. Her frustrated, needy sounds were the perfect soundtrack to the grip of her on my cock. They accompanied my low words of encouragement. I told her she was beautiful, perfect, too much for me, even as my legs shook and my back arched with pleasure.

Another sharp roll of my hips and she moved across the bed. A heavy thrust and the slap of our bodies together was nearly obscene in the dark room.

She gasped out a breath. “I get it, Jason. Holy shit.”

Her words were everything I needed to hear. I wasn’t too much for her, wasn’t a freak. She loved this. I closed my eyes and rolled my hips, again and again, moving by feel alone, but suddenly, I needed more. I smoothed shaking hands down her sides and slipped out of her. She gasped at the loss, but I was already untying her ankles with fumbling fingers.

“Flip over for me.”

She complied. Her lids were half-closed, and she looked pleasure-drunk.

“I’m done playing, sweetheart.” I pressed my lips to her throat, the underside of her breast, her stomach. “I need all of you. No games.”

She nodded, a smile on her lips. “You’re so hot. Please get back here,” she murmured, her words soft, appreciative. The look in her eyes went beyond lust.

I slid back into her and she shuddered. I rolled my hips, keeping my eyes on her face. I wanted to drink in all her pleasure, to capture each sigh and groan for myself. My heart thudded wildly in my chest.

“Yes, Jason, yes.” She grabbed at me, trying to force me deeper, and I let her. Pleasure tightened my groin in sharp bursts. She arched helplessly under me and I reached to circle her clit. Once, twice, and then she was coming, clenching reflexively around me and thrashing against the bed. I gritted my teeth. I needed to make this last for her, but it was hard, so hard, with her perfect body and her breathy moans. I slid out and in again, my cock thickening, then jerking, the orgasm taking me by surprise as sharp pleasure crested and I thrust sloppily into her. I squeezed my eyes shut and shuddered, the final jerks of my cock drawing her orgasm out.

I slumped and met her gaze. Her eyes were soft.

“That was the best sex ever,” she murmured.

I love you,I thought.I love you and you have no idea.

My eyes must have given me away, because she reached up to brush my face with her thumb. “Jason, you good?”

“Yes, just winded. I did most of the work there.” I grinned, evenwhile my pulse pounded and my body thrummed with the need to crush her to me. I pulled out of her and winced. “Stay there.”

I got a wet cloth from the bathroom and returned to wipe gently at her thighs. She sighed and stretched out on the bed. “No one has done that for me before.”

I wasn’t surprised. Men were jerks. “Aftercare is big in the kink community. It’s nice to feel cared for after sex.” I tossed the cloth away and flopped down next to her. “So, not too much for you?” I needed to hear it.

She levered herself up to look me in the eye. “Did you miss my comment about that being the best sex ever? I wasn’t gassing you up, Jason. Something about you, about us…” She closed her eyes and shivered. “It really works for me.”

It really worked for me too. “Come here,” I said roughly. I pulled her against me, tucking her body against my own.I need this to last.Ending things with her might kill me.So don’t end it. Make her yours.Tomorrow, maybe. I would be brave enough tomorrow.

49

CYNTHIA

Jason made me breakfast in nothing but his briefs, and I sighed over his insane body while I sipped my coffee and ate my French toast.

Now, he was dressed in one of his endless array of suits and finishing his second cup of coffee while he thumbed through the crossword on his phone.

“Keep biting your lip like that and we won’t make it through this.” The words popped out of my mouth, and his head jerked up, eyes dark with desire. “Sorry, ignore me. It’s just…” I waved a hand helplessly in his general direction. “The suit is really doing it for me.”

“I wear a suit every day.” He grinned at me, white teeth flashing and blue eyes crinkling. He did and damn, did it look good. He must get them custom-made because they hugged his broad shoulders and highlighted his lean legs in a way that made my mouth go dry.

“It’s different today.” And it was. Today, it felt like Jason wasmine.He was acting like a boyfriend, making me breakfast, doing his best to protect me from Gerald’s wrath, making love to me. Because that was what this morning had been. No games, no thinking, just slowly pleasuring me. I shivered. It felt like if I pushed, he’d give me more of himself.But what if he doesn’t? He’s made no promises.

“What if we didn’t go to work?” I mused. We could have another day together, another perfect night.

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