Take a Chance on Me(89)

“You might know how to give yourself a nice come, but you need the bite of a little pain to really get you going.” His gaze flicked to her breasts. “Pinch them for me.”

Her lids drifted closed, and she squeezed the hard buds between her thumbs and forefingers, head tilting.

Jesus Christ. His cock pulsed, and his breathing increased as he watched her. “That’s it. Harder.”

She followed instructions well, moaning as she increased the pressure of her hold.

He growled low in his throat like some feral beast. “Don’t stop, but reach down and flip up your skirt.”

She raised her head and gave him a smile so carnal that he wondered if it was possible to rip off the arms of the chair and get free. Her hands fell away from her breasts to once again rest on the desk. “I will, as soon as you agree to finish the case.”

Stunned, all he could do was blink at her.

She sucked in a breath. “I’m prepared to do this all night.”

“Are you sexually blackmailing me?”

She laughed, a low husky sound from deep in her throat. “What was your first clue, Counselor?”

Hazy lust clouded her green eyes, but so did conviction. Perseverance. The quiet fortitude had only gained in strength since the night she’d cried her heart out down by the river.

“It’s against my better judgment,” he said, through clenched teeth.

She shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t care about that right now. I just want you to agree.” She slid one hand up her skirt, making sure to keep herself hidden. She was a damn tease. Her head fell back as she stroked, keeping what he wanted out of sight. He knew what all that smooth flesh felt like.

Hot. Wet. Silky smooth.

Her chest rose and fell in an increasingly rapid rhythm, and he gripped the arms of the chair so tightly that he was surprised the wood didn’t shatter. “When I get out of this, I’m going to bend you over that desk.”

“Yes, I want it,” she said.

“Then let me go.”

Her skirt fell farther up her thighs, giving him a glimpse of her fingers circling over her clit. The whole room was permeated with sex and desire.

“If you keep going that fast you’re going to come.” Her hips lifted and the white fabric fell away, no longer obstructing his view. “Jesus, Maddie. Open your legs wider.”


She complied, one hand behind her as she braced herself on the desk.

“Slip those fingers inside.”

“Tell me you’ll take the case.” Her voice took on a needy, desperate quality. If he were inside her, he’d either go harder or stop, depending on his mood and hers.

He needed inside. Now.

“Please, Mitch.”

“Fine,” he said harshly.

Fingers slipped into her core. “Do you promise?”

“Yes.” He needed to feel the way her tight muscles clenched around his cock, milking him. “Take off the cuffs.”

She moved fast, grabbing the key and sliding off the desk as though she was scared he’d change his mind. She fumbled as she tried to work the key into the lock, telling him how nervous she’d been.

He waited with the stillness of a predator, knowing not to jump and scare his prey. The second he was free, he grabbed her wrists, twisting them behind her back and catching them both in one hand. “You are in so much trouble.”

She trembled, her nipples peaking at his words. “I don’t care. It was worth it.”

He took her mouth, a hard, brutal melding. She rocked into him, helpless to do anything but squirm against his onslaught.

With his free hand, he pinched her nipple, pulling and squeezing as he rolled the hard tip. He dragged his mouth away, roaming down her neck, licking over the pulse pounding at her throat, scraping his teeth over her sensitive flesh.

And then he broke.

He couldn’t stand it one more second. He released her hands, whipped her around, and pushed her flat over the desk. He flipped her skirt over her hips and smacked her naked ass. Once. Twice. Three times.

Color bloomed pink over the round cheeks. She let out a scream that had to permeate the paper-thin walls. He kicked her legs apart and reached between her legs.

Soaking wet, his fingers glided over her. He rubbed her clit until she moaned and thrust her hips back. He snapped his fingers over the flesh, and she let out another strangled cry. “Oh, God, yes.”

Jesus, she was made for him.

She bucked under his touch. “Again, please do that again.”

“Some punishment this is turning out to be.” He delivered a series of rapid beats as she went wild under him. At the first swell of her orgasm under his fingers, he backed off.

Unzipping his pants, he freed his aching cock, bent at the knees, and drove hard and high inside her.

She clutched at the desk, nails scraping along the worn wood as her red hair fanned out over her back. “Mitch, please.”

He gripped her hips and impaled his cock so deep that he kissed the tip of her womb.

There was a knock at the door.

“Go. Away.” He gritted out, not missing a stroke, closing his eyes as her muscles rippled down his length.

“Mitch, you need to come out here.” It was Sam. Under him, Maddie stiffened, but he paid no mind, pulling out and slamming into her again. Her hips rocked back.