Beg for It(32)

“I know.” She smiles, though her brow’s still a little furrowed.

He shifts to move her weight a little on his lap. “I’ll be thinking about you f*cking me no matter what I’m wearing.”

“I know that too.” In a smooth motion, she turns and straddles him, taking his cock deep inside her so fast he cries out. Her hand goes over his mouth. The other goes behind his neck to cup him.

Corinne begins to ride him. Her *, hot and slick, grips his cock until he can’t stand it, or he doesn’t think he can, and then she slows. Stops. Squeezes him with internal muscles without moving. Her hand over his mouth to keep him quiet.

Then somehow, they’ve rolled and he’s on top of her, f*cking hard and deep and fast. Her knees come up to grip his sides. Her nails rake his back, then down to score his ass with stripes of pain that only urge him on. They kiss, bruising each other and then pulling back. Softer. Slower. He doesn’t want to come until she does, and she needs more than this slamming.

Reese pushes himself up on one arm to use the other hand between them. Corinne arches into the touch with a low, urgent cry. Again, her body tightens on his, and he’s close, so close, but he keeps himself from going over by concentrating on her. He pinches her clit lightly between his thumb and forefinger, thrusting so slowly now he’s almost not moving at all.

Corinne is always beautiful to him, but when she orgasms, she is transformed. Sweat glistens on her upper lip as her body tenses. She is lost in the pleasure, and Reese loses himself in watching her. She cries out his name. Her * pulses, milking him, and he can’t hold back any longer. They finish together. When he can focus his vision again, he looks down at her.

She’s smiling, but she puts on a stern tone. “Now I’m going to have to shower all over again. We’re going to be late to dinner.”

“It was worth it.”

Corinne laughs and pulls him down to kiss her mouth. “Always. With you, it’s always worth it.”





Chapter Seventeen



Corinne would be damned if she let Reese Ebersole see for even one second how much his presence in the office rattled her. She wasn’t used to answering to anyone higher up when it came to daily office dealings—Lynn and the others had rarely been present in the office except for the board meetings, and Corinne had been left to do her job as she saw fit. Reese had made it overtly clear that the only reason he was settled into the formerly vacant office next to hers was because he needed to keep a close and personal eye on how things were going with the changes he’d put into place. He was checking up on her, and it rankled. Well, she wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of knowing how much she despised his hourly pings to her instant message requesting random information. She would never let on that every time he called her into his office, she wanted to tell him to go f*ck himself.

She would never show that each time she met his gaze, all she could think about was telling him to get on his knees in front of her and eat her * like it was her birthday.

That’s what she’d told herself this morning as she’d dressed carefully in a charcoal pencil skirt paired with a stark white blouse that tied with a bow at the throat. Her hair in a tight French twist. Pearl earrings. Shit, the only thing that saved this outfit from being a parody was that she refused to wear tottering stilettos and had instead slipped into a pair of cute, hot pink kitten heels with a pointed toe. She looked f*cking amazing, though, she thought as she poured herself a mug of coffee in the break room, and if looking good was like putting on armor, Corinne had been battle ready for the entire week.

“Corinne. I need to see you in my office.”

Her back straightened, but she didn’t turn to even offer him a glance. She continued stirring sugar and cream into her coffee. “Sure.”

“Oh, and bring me a cup while you’re at it, would you? Black.”

Oh.

No.

He.

Did.

Not.

But he had, yes he had, and it actually made her want to laugh. Not with humor, exactly, but a thickly bubbling near-hysteria that would’ve totally wrecked her calm demeanor if she let loose so much as a single chuckle. She hadn’t turned. He hadn’t left the break room. She could feel him watching her.

Waiting.

Well, Reese could wait until an angel and the devil did the do-si-do, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of her.

“No problem,” she answered smoothly, still without turning more than her head, ever so slightly. “Be right there.”

She waited until she heard him leave because she couldn’t trust herself to keep her hands from shaking as she poured the coffee. Some of it still sloshed over the rim. She wiped it carefully with a napkin and carried both mugs into his office. Even more carefully, she set his in front of him so that not a drop splashed.

She didn’t sit.

“The financials from last quarter,” Reese began, then paused.

Corinne said nothing.

“They’re in good shape.”

“Well,” she said, “I’d expect them to be. You did have me redo them in the new program you prefer.”

Never mind that Stein and Sons had been using the same software for the past five years, a program she’d personally picked out because it was easy to use and had all the functions she needed. The program Reese was insisting they switch to was glitchy and far less user-friendly. If he was making busywork for her, he was going to be disappointed to discover that she wasn’t going to complain, at least not to him.