Page 44 of Sexy Dare (The Sexy 1)

“Faith.”

She spun back.

“Like hell it had nothing to do with me.” He paused, knowing they needed to have this out, even if it was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Even if people were watching. “I needed space, so sue me.”

She braced her hands on her hips, her gaze narrowing. “I needed fun. So sue me.” She took a step away.

He grasped her around her waist and flung her over his shoulder, striding back toward the private area upstairs.

“Hey! Put me down!” She smacked his back.

He merely braced a hand on her lower back and ass and walked faster, pounding up the stairs. Once he was in the joint office space, he slid her to her feet. Ignoring her outrage and yelling at him, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward his private office.

“Where are we going?” she asked, but she was no longer fighting but rushing after him.

Desire pulsed through his veins. It had been there since he’d looked down and seen the swell of her breasts in that sexy dress. The fury he’d been feeling since she challenged him, picking up another man, burned in his veins, changing into a pulsing, beating need inside of him. Putting distance between them? Taking his space? He’d never stood a chance.

But he’d hurt her, he knew. And that had never been his intention. So if she didn’t want him now, he’d let her go.

“We’re going somewhere we can be alone.” He paused, meeting her gaze. “Any objections?”

The seconds that passed felt like long, painful ones. She stared at him, a myriad of emotions racing across her expressive features so fast he didn’t try and decipher them all. Instead he waited, his cock throbbing inside his slacks.

“Faith?” he asked because she had to agree.

“What are you waiting for?”

His hand wrapped more tightly around hers as he rushed them into his office, slammed the door, and locked it behind them. He walked her to the desk and met her gaze, pleased to see her eyes dark with yearning.

“Panties off, dress up,” he instructed.

Her eyes opened wide but she didn’t hesitate. She wriggled the dress up and slid her sexy underwear down and off her legs.

His fucking hand shook as he unhooked his pants and dropped them, along with his boxer briefs, to the floor. “Bend over,” he said in a gruff voice.

“I–”

“Up to you.” He grasped his cock and pumped once, twice with his hand.

Her eyes followed the rough movement.

She bent over the desk.

She was gorgeous, that soft, creamy flesh calling out to him. He walked behind her and nudged her feet wider, making room for himself between her thighs.

He slid one hand through her creamy folds, finding her soaked. “Jesus, you’re wet.”

“For you, Jason. Only for you. But if you walk away again right after, I’m done.”

Her words sliced through his chest. He pushed them aside for now, knowing he was in it until her brother was caught. In it until they called it quits at the end. She knew what he wanted … and didn’t. He’d been a coward for running from her.

In response, he grabbed his cock, lined it up at her entrance, and nudged himself in, sliding inside slowly as she gripped tight around him.

He closed his eyes, letting himself feel the sensations. She wasn’t able to watch his face, to see how deeply she affected him, so he allowed himself the luxury of feeling.

“Harder, Jase.” She wriggled her ass and he pinched one cheek, then slammed in deep.

She screamed but it wasn’t like anyone could hear. Before he could ask if she was okay, she groaned. “So good. Again.”

He took a slow, torturous glide out of her clasping walls and thrust back in. Knowing what she wanted, needed, he began a steady rhythm, one hand on her back, the other on her hip as he took her hard and fast. It didn’t take long for her to rise, and the slow moans became louder and more frenzied.

“Oh, God, Jase. Don’t stop. I need to come.”

He had no intention of denying either one of them. His blood boiled hot in his veins, his balls were drawn up tight, and the only thing holding him back from his climax was the fact that she hadn’t reached her own yet. He slid his hand around her waist and rubbed his finger over her clit.

That was all she needed. She cried out and she began to climax, her trembling, shaking orgasm triggering his release. He slammed into her over and over, and when he finally thrust one last time, he knew he was so fucking gone and lost over this woman he might never find his way back.

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Faith was certain her cheeks still burned with the embarrassment she’d felt returning to the club after having the most explosive sex of her life in Jason’s office. She felt certain everyone looking at her knew. Worse, she was afraid his mother knew and she couldn’t meet Savannah’s gaze.

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