Page 29 of My Office Rival (Keep Your Enemy Closer #2)
JASON
S he was right there. “Oh fuck,” I said.
My breaths heaved. I was already close, liquid beading out over the tip of my cock, easing the way for my hand.
Was she close too? Maybe she wasn’t touching herself at all?
Her breathy little moan had certainly sounded like it.
I’d avoided touching myself—well, mostly—for fear that she’d hear me, but I was all out of control today.
Not when each glance of hers was filled with desire, not when I was constantly aware of her and her scent and her curves and her voice.
I tipped my head back against the wall and pictured those lush curves now, the way her breasts thrust up when she lay back, the way her eyes went all hazy when she was close to coming. If only she were here, riding me, pressing those greedy hands into my skin.
“Oh, yes.” Her voice was raspy. Her cries sounded involuntary and my body went taut.
I stroked a little more roughly, corkscrewing over the top of my cock in the way that always brought me to the edge. Close. But I wanted to come with her.
“I’m so close,” I muttered. Would she hear me? This is insane. I thrust into my hand, gripping the base, imagining her face tight with pleasure, my hands on her hips, her head tipped back as she rode me .
“Jason, I—” She let out a small noise. She said my name. Holy shit. Her voice saying my name brought me to the edge.
“Fuck, I’m there too. Come with me.”
She didn’t respond, but her little sobs of pleasure told me what I needed to know.
They lit me up from the inside out. My stomach quivered, my legs shook.
One hard thrust, then two, just the way I liked it, rough, wishing her voice were giving me orders, wishing I were at her mercy, and then I was coming, a low groan tearing from my throat.
Her moan answered me and my cock jerked, spilling onto my stomach, pleasure searing my spine, warmth spreading through me like delicious honey.
The waves of pleasure battered me until I was limp, spent.
Holy shit. Did we really just do that? Had she really said my name?
That was tomorrow’s problem.
I made it to the office the next day without seeing her.
I didn’t know if I could see her without pinning her to the nearest surface.
And my attraction to her was a damnable distraction, what with Gene sending me emails asking if we were going to hit the deadline he’d imposed, and Mitchell leaving me incessant voicemails about the first draft of the purchase agreement.
And Jonah and Miles would not leave me the fuck alone.
Miles
When are you back again?
Jason
I told you. When diligence is over. At least another week, maybe two.
Jonah
Someone is cranky.
Yeah, I was cranky. I couldn’t stop thinking about my roommate naked. I couldn’t have her, I was sick of this stupid, shady deal and Gene’s bullshit, and I was tired of worrying about the texts I kept getting.
I tossed my phone down and scrubbed a hand over my face. We had a meeting in an hour with Gene and the Argan team, and I needed to see some real progress from my client or I was going to scream. He was hiding something, and I was sick of making excuses for him.
A knock sounded on the door. “What?” I barked.
Cynthia shoved it open. “The meeting got moved up.” Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes a little too bright.
“I missed the email,” I ground out.
“Luckily, I’m here to tell you what to do.” She winked and my breath caught.
“I don’t need anyone to tell me what to do,” I muttered. I really do, though. I fucking love it.
“You love it,” she replied with an eye roll. My breath hitched. Did she know? No way. She couldn’t know.
We made our way to the conference room, silent, strained.
This floor was always empty. It was frankly creepy.
We were the only two people I ever saw among all the bland office furniture scattered on the sea of beige carpet like depressing icebergs, underneath a popcorn ceiling sky.
We pushed opened the conference room door. Let’s get this shit over with it.