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Page 39 of Maneater (The Mavens #1)

TWENTY-SIX

JOSIE

It started with me kissing Rowan, but now he is undeniably kissing me .

“I knew you’d break,” I moan as his lips move over mine, as his tongue tastes me, needy and frantic in a way that makes my mind fuzzy and my common sense blur.

There’s just him and me and the feeling of his skin on mine.

His hands are moving to my hips to hike my skirt up.

I wonder if he’s going to fuck me here, against this wall.

I’d let him. Right now? I would absolutely let him.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he growls against my lips.

“What are you going to do about it?” I whisper, my pussy clenching, a dozen possibilities of what Rowan Fisher could do to me rushing through my mind.

Finally, he pulls back from the kiss to look me in the eyes, a wide smile on his lips. “Whatever I want.”

My heart skips a beat.

Men like this don’t usually do it for me. Men who are all ego and swagger. Men who think they can get any woman with a mere smirk. It’s why I’ve been confused by my attraction to Rowan since I met him, but suddenly, I get it.

He doesn’t think he can get any women .

He thinks he can get me .

And that makes all the difference.

Before I can give any kind of witty response, his hands are moving, his knees bending, and he’s lifting me and moving through, from what I can tell, a relatively empty office, toward a desk in the center of the room.

He sets me on the very edge, then uses his hands to help situate me, hiking up my skirt.

“Does this…does this mean you’re done avoiding me and pretending you’re not wildly into me?

” I ask as he peppers kisses down my neck, my skirt now bunched around my waist. He steps closer, so his body is against mine.

The only things between us are his pants and my underwear.

He lets out a laugh, the full, free one that I’ve only ever heard him use when he’s talking to me.

“Yeah. I guess it does. There’s no point in it, after all.” His lips move down my neck as his hand slides up my thigh, his thumb brushing along the gusset of my wet panties. We groan in unison as he does. “I can’t seem to resist you.”

“You’re stuck in my trap,” I whisper, my hand moving to his neck to pull his face to mine.

“Gladly.”

I want to say something, argue, or gloat, but I can’t because his hand is going up my thigh, then down into my underwear, his hand cupping my pussy and sending all rational thoughts from my mind. My hips arch into him, desperate for something, anything, but he just holds me there.

“Because when I’ve got you like this,” he whispers, hand tensing against me. “You’re all mine.” His finger slides through my center, pressing against my entrance but not going any further.

“Rowan,” I whisper, but I can’t say anything else when he slides two thick fingers into me. My eyes drift shut as I moan with pleasure.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, sliding them back out and using that wet to circle my clit. “Who are you wet for?”

“You, god, fuck. You.”

He chuckles, and I’m rewarded for my admission when he slides them back in, harder this time, then crooks those fingers against my G-spot.

My head falls forward to his chest as I groan loudly.

His free hand moves then, tugging my hair until I look up, pulling another mewl from me at the bite of pain.

“Keep it quiet, Troublemaker,” he growls low. “Or I’ll have to stop.”

I shake my head, my eyes wide, the look probably desperate.

His fingers continue to move in me, now at a slow, leisurely pace, like he has all the time in the world, like I’m not needy and desperate for him.

“There are a lot of people out there. I wouldn’t want them to know I’m fingering a guest in here. ”

I tighten around him, and I know he notices when his lips tip up in a smile.

“I knew you’d be a dirty girl,” he mumbles, bending his fingers, and my eyes drift shut as a small whimper leaves my throat. “You like that, don’t you? The thought of everyone knowing just what I’m doing in here to you?”

I’m overcome with need as the pleasure builds. As his lips move along my neck like he can’t help himself, his thumb starts to slowly and gently graze over my already swollen clit.

“Rowan,” I beg in a whisper.

“What do you need?”

I lick my lips, weighing my options, but land on the truth. “I need you,” I whisper.

“How?” A shiver runs through me. “How do you need me, baby?”

“I need you to fuck me,” I breathe, my hips moving against his fingers, his hand still in my underwear. A deep, pained groan falls from his lips, and my forehead falls to his shoulder.

“We don’t have time for all I want to do to you the first time I slide inside you, Josephine.”

I let out a noise close to a whimper, and in any other situation, I’d be embarrassed by it. But not right now. Not when Rowan’s fingers are inside of me, not when he’s talking so dirty to me.

“But,” he says, and my body goes still at the promise that hangs in the single word. “But if you can be a good girl and agree to be quiet, I’ll lick this pretty pussy for you.” His thumb circles my clit.

“Yes,” I whisper frantically, my hips lifting, his fingers going deeper. “Yes, yes, please. I’ll be good.”

He lets out a guttural noise at my words, and I tighten around his fingers, then nearly squeal when he moves to his knees without warning, his fingers leaving my pussy and my panties, gleaming with my wetness in the low light, before he uses a thumb to pull the center of my thong to the side.

Then he pauses there, kneeling before my cunt, taking me in. A smile stretches across his lips.

“Oh, I’m going to love when I can take my time with this,” he whispers reverently to himself before running a finger from my pussy to my swollen bundle of nerves.

I watch as he uses his pointer and middle fingers to part me, and when he sees me, he lets out the sexiest, most pleased sigh.

His breath hits my center, and I clench, my body begging for something to fill me. “God, you’re fucking pretty.”

“I need you to—” I start, unafraid to beg, but he shakes his head before sliding a finger inside of me.

“I already know exactly what you like, what you need. I already know your body better than you know it, and I’ve never even been inside of you.”

His thumb pulls my panties further over so his large hand can grip my thigh, and the sting from the fabric against my skin has the pleasure increasing somehow.

But I can’t focus on that new development, because his head is lowering and he’s flattening his tongue, running it over me from the entrance to my clit.

He lets out a deep rumble when he tastes me, the vibrations shocking through me and making me buck.

But his grip on my leg keeps me in place, his fingertips digging into my soft skin.

When his tongue slides into me and I whimper, my head falls back to my shoulders as I try and catch my breath.

The pleasure hits in lightning bolts, but I still need more.

I move again, looking down my body at my skirt hiked to my hips, my thong pulled to the side by his thumb, the rest of his hand holding my thigh open, his mouth working me as his fingers pump inside.

It’s all-consuming, the pleasure. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, so perfect and skilled, not like he’s done this hundreds of times to hundreds of women, but like he was trained on exactly what my body wants. Like he knows what I need, what I crave, and just how to give it to me.

He smiles around my clit as if he knows what he’s doing to me, and then crooks his fingers.

His tongue flicks quick and light over my clit, and I know it’s going to be huge, I can tell.

It’s the kind of orgasm you feel once in a blue moon, the one that washes your body with heat and cold at the same time, the kind that sends your body quaking.

And he knows he’s going to give it to me. His eyes lock onto mine as he continues fucking me with his fingers, and I can almost hear the demand.

Fucking come, Josie. Come for me.

But he forgets that I like to win every game I play, especially the ones I play with him.

I lift one of the hands I’m using to hold myself up on the desk, moving it to the back of his head and holding him in place before I rock my hips, taking what I need. “Make me come, Rowan,” I demand.

And when he grunts into my cunt, the vibrations of it mixed with the stronger suck on my clit and the deeper thrust of his fingers, he does just that.

I bite my lip as my head falls back, my hips moving in time with the hard thrusts of his fingers as I come, tumbling into the most intense orgasm I can remember, stars blooming behind my eyes as I make every effort not to scream his name.

Slowly, I come back to myself, the sharp pleasure shifting to soft waves as he continues to clean me with his tongue, as he slides his fingers out and looks up the length of my body with a satisfied smile on his lips.

He knows he just did well.

Slowly, he stands, moving between my legs and putting his wet fingers near my mouth. Holding his gaze, I lean forward, nearly deep throating the wet digits as I clean them for him. He lets out a rough breath, his hips moving to grind against me before he slides his fingers out.

I smile wickedly. “Your turn?”

He looks torn. “We don’t really have time for that. Someone is going to notice you’re missing soon.”

I shake my head, then slide off the desk, standing. “I can make it quick. I really should even the scales, after all.” I smile then, and he mirrors it.

My phone beeps, and I know it’s Rory, but still, I ignore it. She’s probably looking for me to relay some kind of intel or make sure I’m okay. Nothing that can’t wait.

Instead of moving to my phone, I lower myself to my knees, looking up at him with wide eyes and a devilish smile. “You can make it quick, can’t you?” I ask.

His hand moves, cupping my cheek, thumb moving over my dimple reverently before tangling in my hair.

“With you looking like that? Yeah, I can make it quick.”

I smile then. My hand moves to his fly, but just as I do, an all-too-familiar ringtone fills the room.

“Fuck,” he says.

“Tell me that’s not something you have to answer.”

He reaches into his pocket and looks, closing his eyes in pained dismay. “ Fuck. ”

“What?” I ask, looking up at him, still on my knees. He looks down at me and closes his eyes.

“Never in my life have I regretted getting this fucking job more than in this moment.”

“What’s wrong, Rowan?”

His hand moves to my elbow, and he pulls me up to him, pinning me to him with a strong arm and kissing me deep. Despite my earlier orgasm, I feel that need bubbling in my belly once more.

“Work emergency. I gotta go,” he says with a groan.

“Emergency?”

I wonder if that’s why my own phone is buzzing…if that’s why Rory is trying to get in touch with me.

“Knowing you, you’ll find out sooner or later.”

Now I don’t like the sound of that, I think to myself. Does that mean he’s on to me?

A hand tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “The little troublemaker, always finding herself in the middle of problems.”

My body relaxes a bit with his explanation, and more so when he presses his lips to mine, this time soft and gentle.

“Next time,” he says. “Next time, our phones are getting locked out of the room. No interruptions.”

I let out a laugh and shake my head. “Deal.”

His eyes flare with desire, and I wonder if he thought I would argue that. I guess with this game we’ve been playing, that’s the tactic I should have taken, but I’m over it. I’m over the game, over pretending I don’t want him, over running through hoops to find excuses not to give him to him.

It’s complicated and it’s messy, but I want to make whatever this is work.

“Tomorrow. Breakfast.”

“Tomorrow?” I ask with a smile,

“Yeah. So long as this isn’t world-ending.” He lifts his phone, which starts ringing again, and he laughs. “Then I want to have breakfast with you.”

A wide smile spreads across my lips, and fuck, I don’t know the last time I felt this light, despite the fact that I know another shitstorm is waiting for me the second I leave this room.

“Okay,” I whisper. He pulls me in tight, a puff of air leaving my lips with an oof before he kisses me, long and deep, but quick.

And when I slip out of the room by his side, the only thing bringing down my high is the guilt I feel over the stolen keycard in my pocket.

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