Page 59 of Maneater (The Mavens #1)

“I have a lot of others,” I whisper, moving to my tiptoes and grazing my lips against his. “All of them are very pretty. All of them are very tight.”

“I can’t wait to see you in and out of every single one.” I smile then, and he returns it, squeezing my ass and pressing his lips to mine one last time before stepping away.

“Now sit there and be a good girl while I do my job.” He has such high expectations for my behavior. Poor man. I smile, then do as he asks, getting comfy while he moves back to his desk. He takes me in, sitting there, and smiles like he likes the view.

“Hey, team, sorry I’m late,” he says, and a chorus of hellos fills the room.

A few more remarks are shared before he nods and sits back while the meeting begins, something about a new location and blah blah blah.

His eyes shift from the screen to me, and even though he doesn’t smile, I see his eyes go soft, like he likes the sight of me in his office with him.

We sit like that for a few minutes, Rowan working while I make my plan.

When he’s when I stand, I slide my panties down to my feet and step out of them. His eyes track my every move, and a wide smile spreads on my lips. He may have thought he won, that his tease was more than enough to get me to submit to him, but I don’t think he’s ever had a woman like me.

Might as well show him what he’s in for.

Then I sit back down on the comfy armchair in the corner of the office, relieved he closed all the blinds before I arrived, and prop one foot up on the armrest of the chair, spreading myself wide for him to see, the oversized tee pooling around my waist.

Rowan blinks a few times before leaning out of view of the camera, before he speaks. “Josephine, what are you doing?”

“Taking care of myself,” I say, the words breathy as I slide a hand down my body, hips bucking as a finger trails over my clit with feather-light strokes. “Oh, god.” The words are a whisper, and my hips rise to get more—and, of course, give Rowan more of a show.

“Josie,” he says low, but when I look at him, his eyes are locked on the spot between my legs. I take a finger and slide it inside of me.

“Fuck, I’m already so wet,” I whisper. My lips part, and a soft moan leaves my lips. “I’m so wet for you, Rowan.”

“Josie,” he warns again, but I ignore it, sliding a second finger in and rocking my hips to simulate what I really want.

His eyes are locked on my pussy, and it heightens my pleasure, taking me higher, faster than ever before.

My fingers slide out, circling my clit, and my head tips back as I cup my full breast over his shirt.

“Fuck,” I hear muttered, and when I look back at him, his eyes are dark as he watches me play with my clit.

“I’m already so close,” I whisper, but I know he hears it when he lets out a slow, shaky breath. That’s when something changes in his eyes. His shoulders straighten, he sits back in his chair, and crosses his arms over his chest, smiling. The man smiles .

“Do not come until my meeting is over,” he instructs,

“Rowan—” I start, a bit frantic because I’m already sitting on the edge, his eyes on me, and my fingers know exactly what I need to do the job quickly. But I’m cut off when he clicks his mouse and speaks.

“That sounds like a great idea, Jim. What do we think the time frame for that would be?”

He’s unmuted.

His hand doesn’t move back to the mouse as I hold my breath.

Jim seems to answer, though I can’t even attempt to understand what words he’s saying, not with the self-satisfied look Rowan is giving me.

He presented a challenge for me not to come, and he knows me well enough that I refuse to back down.

My fingers slow their movements, because with the heated look he’s giving me and the need coursing through my body, there is no way I could avoid coming and doing it loud when I did. His eyes go confused when he notices, before a dark smile spreads on his lips.

He leans forward, clicking his mouse once more and then looking back at me.

“Don’t you fucking stop, Josephine. You wanted to play this game; now play.

And don’t you dare come until I’m deep inside of you.

” Then he clicks again and nods at the screen.

“Great idea, Joe.” My mouth drops open, and I stare at him wide-eyed.

He raises an eyebrow in challenge, and fuck if he doesn’t know that will always get to me.

So I fight back.

I bite my lip and slide two fingers inside of me, fucking hard and fast as I climb the hill, biting back a moan as pleasure floods me.

Then I remove them when I get too close, making wide circles around my throbbing clit as I come back down from the edge.

His smile is devious as he watches while I continue the torture I’ve brought upon myself.

But I get the power back when I take those two wet fingers from my pussy and move them up to my lips, sliding them slowing into my mouth, my tongue moving over them to clean my wetness off.

His eyes flare with approval at my show, and I decide to make it into just that: a show.

I slide the fingers back, making a crude intimidation of sucking him off, going far enough to make myself gag.

He shifts in his seat then, and I know I’m getting to him.

For a moment, I contemplate moving to my knees and crawling under his desk to suck his cock, but I’m not totally sure what angles his camera catches.

Maybe next time

Instead, I lift my shirt more until my breasts are revealed and I circle my nipple with my wet fingers, pinching and twisting, trying not to make a sound as the pleasure builds, as my other hand moves back between my legs, circling my clit.

My mind goes scrambled, my only focus being to stay silent and not come, but eventually, somewhere in the distance, I register the conversation dwindling.

“All right, thanks, everyone. I’ll talk to you soon.” The group says its goodbyes, and then Rowan is clicking, standing, and moving my way.

“Rowan,” I moan, finally able to speak as he prowls towards me. “Rowan, please.” Now that his meeting is over and he’s moving my way with a look of determination, I need him. I need him to fill me, to let me come, to make me come, to do something .

His look is absolutely devilish.

“I should make you wait,” he says, undoing his belt as he watches my fingers continue to work myself, avoiding the most sensitive part for fear I’ll come before I’m allowed.

“But that would be a punishment for myself as well.

He kneels before me, tugging on his thick cock that is at the perfect height to slide into me now.

“Hold yourself open for me,” he says, and I do as he asks, fingers moving under my knees and pulling myself wide.

He smiles and takes his whole hand, grinding down on my wet center.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“Such a fucking tease, you are, my little troublemaker,” he says. And then he shocks me by pulling his hand back and slapping my sensitive pussy. It reverberates through me, and I bite back a loud moan, my head moving back with the pleasure of it and my eyes shutting as he finally slides into me.

That’s all it takes.

I think it’s okay, since I followed his rules, but as soon as he slides into me, I come on his cock. His arms move, wrapping me tight against his chest as he fucks into me, holding my head to his neck as her groans into my ear, the sound of it taking me even higher.

“God, such a fucking good girl, holding out on me. A bad girl, making me want you when I have to work. Fuck. That’s it, baby.

Squeeze around me; God, you feel so good.

” He continues to ramble on, my body shaking as he fucks me before the orgasm finally leaves me.

I’m not sated, though, not when his cock is still sliding into me hard and fast, not when his filthy words are being whispered into my neck.

And surely not when he slides out, leaving me empty, and stands.

His cock is soaked in my wet, and when he grips my hair, I moan, knowing what’s coming.

“Suck it, Josie,” he says, then pushes my head as his hips move forward, my mouth greedily wrapping around him. The mix of my taste and his nearly does me in. My thighs try to clench, to relieve some of the pressure, but they stop on his legs as he’s standing between them.

“Finger your pussy, keep it nice and wet for me.”

I moan gratefully, then circle my clit as his cock hits the back of my throat.

I keep my eyes trained on him as he fucks my face, feeling a single tear fall as I slide a finger into myself.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispers, a thumb moving to swipe it away almost reverently.

I moan around him and start to fuck myself with my fingers, empty and needy once more as his cock throbs in my mouth.

He smiles down at me before sliding out.

I mewl in protest at the loss, and he lets out a little laugh before shaking his head.

Then he bends, putting his hands beneath my arms and shifting and moving me until I’m bent over the arm of the chair, spreading my legs wide for him as he lines his cock up with my entrance.

His hand wraps around my hair, and he tugs, my head moving back as he slides into me.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as he pulls out and slides in again, slow and torturous. His free hand moves up the loose shirt, pinching my nipple hard.

“Josie.” His hand goes to my shoulder, pulling me back as he fucks into me, my back arching and my mouth dropping open.

“Gotta stay quiet, troublemaker, or else everyone knows I’m fucking you in here,” he warns, and I hesitate.

Not because I don’t want anyone to hear me, but because there is something that is so fucking hot about everyone hearing me, I almost come right here.

Because a part of me does want everyone in this fucking hotel to know that Rowan is mine, that he’s fucking me and only me.

He might be a jealous, possessive idiot, but so am I, it turns out.

He groans through clenched teeth as I tighten around him.

“Fuck, Josie. You can’t do this to me. I have so much shit to do, and instead I’m bending you over my chair and fucking you.

” I let out a laugh that is cut off by a moan when he slams in particularly deep, tugging my hair as he does.

“Then make me come, and you can go back to going your boring big boy job,” I demand.

“You’re such a fucking little brat, aren’t you?

” he says through gritted teeth. His hips start moving harder and faster, and I moan loud without meaning to.

That’s when his hand leaves my hair and wraps around my mouth as he pounds into me, the couch shifting beneath him.

My clit brushes against the arm of the love seat as he presses me deeper over the air before his voice takes me over the edge I’m teetering on .

“I need you to fucking come around me, Josie,” he says, a low growl. “I?—”

But he doesn’t have to say more because I’m bucking my hips back, taking him that much deeper and tightening as I come harder than ever before, biting into his hand as I do.

Moments later, he bites back a groan into my neck and fills me.

After he comes, he lets go of my mouth, then uses a hand to brush my hair over my shoulder; the gentleness of it is such a stark contrast to the moments prior.

“I’m absolutely wild for you, Josephine Montgomery,” he whispers, almost to himself, but it fills me with warmth all the same.

“Good,” I reply. “Because I feel the same way.”

We’re still catching our breath, his cock still deep inside of me, when I ask, “Do you think my clothes are dry yet?”

His laugher fills the room, a sound I vow to make it my mission to hear regularly.