The Singles Table (Marriage Game #3)(69)

She swallowed hard, hands braced on the arms of the chair. “You aren’t taking this seriously.”

“I am taking it very seriously,” Jay said. “But you’ve set a high bar and so far no one can measure up. I’m assuming the answer to all my questions is no for poor Devika. Who else is on your list?” Taking advantage of her easy-access skirt, he pushed it up so he could continue his kissing journey along the inside of one thigh.

“Jay . . .” Her voice caught, broke. “I’m trying to—”

“Find me a match. I know. I’m listening.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the seat. “If you want me to stop, just say the word, but I do my best thinking when I’m distracted.”

“Shobana Agarwal.” She started to tremble when he ran a finger along the edge of her panties. “She had agreed to an arranged marriage but ran away the night before the ceremony and took their honeymoon flight down to Jamaica . . .”

Jay pressed a kiss to the soft cotton over her entrance. “Your panties are wet,” he said softly. “I believe you once told me that you preferred going without in this type of situation. Let me assist.” He slid his hands into the elastic of her panties and ever so slowly tugged them down. Zara lifted her hips and within moments she was bare.

“Tell me more about Shobana.” He pushed her skirt up to her waist and pressed his lips against her glistening curls.

Zara groaned, crushing the paper in her hand. “She stayed there two years working as a bartender, backpacked around the world, and worked as an elephant trainer in Thailand . . .”

He swept his tongue over her clit, teased at the hood. Her legs fell apart on a groan and he slid one finger into her slick, wet entrance. “Keep going. What did she do after the elephants?”

Her breath came in short pants. He added a second finger, shifting his position to accommodate the press of his hard cock against his fly. He had never been so aroused, his need for release almost painful. But this was about her. He teased her labia with his tongue, added a third finger. So wet. So hot.

“She . . . She got a job on a cruise ship as an acrobat with the entertainment team. She fell off the flying trapeze and got injured so she came home.”

Jay froze, jerked his head up. “Did you say trapeze?”

Zara scowled and pushed his head back down with her free hand. “Forget about her. She’s not your type.”

“Trapeze artists are at the top of most male fantasy lists.”

“She’s not going to be on yours.” She tore the paper in half and tossed it away.

“Anyone else?” He licked around her clit, fingers thrusting deep inside her, encouraged by her sharp gasp.

“A . . . A zookeeper in San Diego. She can wrestle lions, tame tigers, speak to rhinos, and she spent two years at an animal sanctuary in South Africa.”

He moved his fingers fast, alternated between licking and talking. “Can she shoot a man in the ass at ten paces? Can she dance to Bollywood, mariachi, and musicals? Can she drink most men under the table?”

“No, but her hair is pink, she has a nose ring, and she rides a motor . . .” Her voice trailed off and her inner walls clamped around his fingers, her body going rigid in the chair as she hit her peak. Christ, he loved watching her come.

“Do you know what you get to ride?” He stood and swept his desk clear, spilling papers, pens, pencils, and his coffee cup onto the floor.

Languid in the chair, she licked her lips when he yanked open his belt. “Do I get three guesses?”

“You get one.” He shoved down his pants and boxers. “A big one.”

After he rolled on the condom from his pocket, he lifted her from the chair. Zara wrapped her legs around his waist, and he fit himself to her entrance. “Any other ladies you want to set me up with?”

She ground against him, testing his self-control. “Not at the moment.”

“I didn’t think so. How could you possibly give me away when you could have all this to yourself?”

“I don’t have a choice.” She let out a shuddering breath when he lowered her to the desk. “I have one month to bring in some new clients or my firm won’t make my position permanent. The market is down and they can’t afford to keep me. I’m beating every bush, trying to think of every angle. You have access to celebrity clients. Some of them might do their own stunts and get injured. I thought maybe you could introduce me to a few of your high-profile clients and I could spread some tiger love around.”

Jay gritted his teeth against the urge to bury himself deep inside her. “Here’s how these things work. Instead of tossing me aside like yesterday’s news or hooking me up with trapeze artists and lion tamers, you could just say, Jay, do you have any events coming up involving celebrities? I would then check our schedule and let you know. I might even call a few friends in other security firms because we’re all friendly in this business. In short, I would do anything and everything I could to help you.”

Zara grimaced. “I was in a panic.”

“So I guessed when you marched in here and demanded I hook up with some randos from your matchmaking pile.” He tried to sound annoyed, but it was impossible with Zara laid out on his desk, all wet and ready for him. “I’m here for you. However you need me. I’m not going anywhere.”