Acts of Desperation(29)

I laughed under my breath. “Is this urgent?” I said, faking the formality.

“It is,” was all he said before hanging up.

I set the phone down and slowly stood from my desk. I stepped out into the darkened hallway, and it looked like everyone had gone home for the day. The only hint of light was glowing from inside Jax’s office. I walked down and stood in his open doorway, but he wasn’t at his desk. Then from behind, I felt hands wrap around my waist, and I smelled him. He buried his kisses in the nape of my neck. I arched my head back and reached up to grab ahold of his hair and to put his mouth where I wanted it, but he had something else in mind.

“Walk,” he said.

So I did.

I stepped forward with his hands glued to my hips. Once we were inside his office, he nudged the door shut with his foot, and I heard it click, locking us in. The room was dark except for the city lights shining outside of his window, and all was quiet except for the low hum of his hard drive spinning our music. He walked me to the ottoman where our scene had come to an abrupt end earlier, and he turned me around to remove my clothes. Standing before me and blocking the light, I watched his radiant silhouette as he undressed.

“Sit down and lay back,” he said, his voice rolling through my chest like a slow rumble of thunder.

I did as he asked without question. When I leaned back, the cold leather shocked my skin, giving me the chills and I shivered. He slowly knelt down, and steadied himself on my thighs. His large hands rubbed the goose bumps from my flesh as he kissed from just above my knee, all the way up, before burying his face between my legs. His merciless tongue licked and sucked on my swollen nub then he slid one finger inside of me, slowly moving himself in and out, driving me crazy. He was too good, and I moaned as a war instantly raged inside my body. I didn’t want the moment to end, but my body wanted to surrender.

I caressed his head and lifted it to meet my eyes, prepared to beg. “Stop…I don’t want to yet,” I said, squeezing my legs shut. But my body missed his warm, wet mouth and fired tiny pulses, reminding me of its need.

“I want you to. I want to taste you and feel you when you come,” he said. “Trust me, this isn’t over yet.”

There was nothing to process, and it was pointless to argue, I was weak and at his mercy. I silently laid back and let him continue. Within moments, he had me back at my peak, and I gave in as the unyielding waves of pleasure rolled through my body.

He slowly kissed his way up my stomach until our mouths met, and I tasted myself on his breath. His warm, fuzzy chest tickled my skin, and I felt his arousal dance on my stomach, tempting me. I reached down to caress my prize. He was thick, warm, and smooth against my palm, and I massaged one small drop of moisture around his sculpted head.

“Oh my God, baby.” He sighed.

I smiled, knowing I was his tormentor this time, and kissed his neck, nipping up to his lobe. “Do you have a condom?”

“Emm hmm,” he mumbled.

He reached around in the dark, and I heard the crinkling of the wrapper. He tore the package with his teeth, and I watched as he rolled it down his shaft.

I tilted my hips to give him easy access and anchored my arms on the leather surface. With ease, he thrust himself inside, filling and stretching me to my limits. His hands held my hips in place, and I whimpered and moaned as he pounded away, rocking my body. I widened my hips, savoring his abuse, and pressed him into me, guiding his plunges to make precise contact where I needed him. He slowed his pace, sensing my desire, and it began to build inside of me just as it was building inside of him. Then he lost control and his cock jerked, lightly whipping the perfect spot inside my sex. All of my muscles tensed, and I screamed as my orgasm pulsed through my body, each surge stronger than the last until it finally reached its peak. He rode each wave then collapsed on top of me, his breath coming out in hot bursts against my breasts. I put my hands into his sweat-dampened hair and held him to me.

“My God, you’re perfect,” he muttered.





Chapter Thirteen


“Hey, what are you doing tonight?”

I looked up and saw Jax at my door. “I don’t know. What am I doing tonight?” I said with a smirk.

“It’s the start of the weekend and nice out, want to hit The Banks, have some dinner, and walk around?” he asked.

A few weeks had passed since the steamy afternoon in his office, and we couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. Jax still hadn’t told me his secret, but I was trying to be patient and give him the time he asked for.

“Yeah, sounds nice. I’d like to go home and change, if that’s cool?” I said.

“Sure. How long before you can leave?” he asked.

“I need to make a couple phone calls and put some things in order…’bout an hour.”

He looked down at his watch. “Great. I’ll swing by your house and get you around seven,” he said.

“Perfect.”

He leaned into my office wearing a three piece, fetching black suit. I bit my lip, drinking him in. He dropped his voice. “Hey, wear that little black skirt.” He flashed me a quick devious smile—one that I’d come to know well—and I knew exactly what was on his mind. “I’m heading up to the courthouse so I’ll see you later.”

“Ok,” I said, suddenly feeling flush.