One Bossy Offer (68)

“What is it?” I whisper, tilting her face up to mine and sucking her bottom lip with my teeth.

“I’ve always been afraid you’ll hurt me, Miles. So hurt me now,” she finishes her sentence on a barbed breath and a defiant jade-green look. “Show me what it’s like when you wreck me so I finally know. Please. Don’t hold back.”

Damn, does she hear herself?

Her legs wind around my waist and lock.

She does.

Her lips are so mine, and when her mouth opens, I meet her strawberry tongue with violent, needy slashes.

My hips go to work, answering her prayers.

I struggle to keep each stroke inside of her long and sweet, a wanton antidote to the poison needling our veins.

I want her to feel me, and nothing else.

I want her to come so hard she realizes I’m telling her the truth, that this shit may have started with the land, but it’s ending only God knows where.

Right now, I don’t want her to think this is about her land or the tourism project or those stupid videos or anything besides the way she makes me batshit deranged.

And my encroaching madness comes out in every stroke.

Every slash of my hips.

Every curse I groan into her mouth, and then, the first orgasm my dick loots from her body.

I crash down on her, sweeping so low her nipples drag against my chest.

I bite her throat—softly at first and then not soft at all—turning her climax into a controlled demolition that nearly ends her.

Her fingers frantically grab at my hair, slide down my back.

Her hips valiantly drive up at mine, meeting my thrusts as I fuck her right through this fit of rebel ecstasy.

Her nails graze my skin—hard enough to hurt—and goddamn, do I love it.

“Miles. Miles!” Her hips arch up, taking me in deeper, capturing me in clenching silk and slick animal movements.

I can’t last.

I don’t want to.

It’s her mantra-like plea that undoes me in the end.

“Oh, Miles. Oh, God. OhmyGod!”

I move in her faster, harder, desperation building until I’m—

Fuck!

If the cleaning crew is here, they’ll hear this scandal.

So I push my tongue in her mouth again, devouring my kitten, all I can do to muffle us.

Her fingers push through my hair, holding my head in place.

Her legs shake as they pinch my waist, her ankles digging into my ass, so desperate to hold on.

Goddamn, Jennifer.

You’re making this hard.

And when she calls my name so sweetly and her body clenches again, I’m gone.

My release tears me apart like a sword, and I’m in fucking pieces when she spasms around my dick again.

We go off together, sharing the fireworks, all teeth and tongues and flaming breaths.

All breathless flames.

When the fever breaks, 'spent' is the only word that comes to mind.

Spent and awestruck.

We both lie there for God knows how long, boneless, willing our lungs to remember how they work.

“Hey, Miles?”

I kiss her cheek. “Yeah, kitten?”

“Is there a security camera?”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “That worried about an audience, huh? And I would’ve proudly shown that to the entire world.”

“Miles!” She swats my chest like the kitten she is.

“Kidding, obviously. There’s no camera in this office. As for the one on the floor outside, I’ll delete the footage before we leave so one sees you leaving with sex hair.”

The way she bites her lip when she smiles kills me again.

“Thank you.”

I kiss her forehead. “No worries. There’s no sense in inviting more trouble right now.”

“Yeah, about that—”

I don’t let her finish and ruin this beautiful moment, pressing a finger to her lips.

“Not now, Jenn. I’m enjoying this too much.”

“What?” she whispers, her eyes soft.

“You not hating me.”

Her mouth drops, but I press a gentle finger against her lips.

“Mainly because you’re so fucking—” I catch myself before I say mine. “Beautiful.”

Twirling a strand of auburn hair around my finger for emphasis, I dip my face to inhale her one more time before we start putting ourselves back together.

Once we’re dressed, I slide an arm around her. “Benson’s waiting downstairs. Come on.”

“But I have my dad’s car parked here...”

“It’ll still be here in the morning. I’ll save you a drive home on sore legs,” I say.

She giggles. “Right, but then how will I get here without people wondering?”

I smile. “Benson will pick us up again at my place and drop us off again. Easy.”

“Your place? Us?” Her voice catches. “Have you lost your mind?”

My gaze sharpens. “You’re telling me you’d rather spend the night alone after that?”

Her teeth toy with her lip, betraying her true feelings.

“...it’s just, my parents will worry. It’s already so late. Plus, the dogs need to be walked, and they get stir-crazy if I’m gone too long. I can’t do that to them.”