Page 32 of My Office Rival (Keep Your Enemy Closer #2)
JASON
C ynthia let out a cry and then a moan. She likes this . A rush went through me at her reactions. Fuck yes. I was already impossibly hard under the fine wool of my suit, but I ignored it. The delayed pleasure was better than anything.
I smoothed a hand down that perfect curve and smacked her again, before soothing the sting with soft fingers. She shuddered and went boneless, threatening to slide to the floor.
“One more, okay?”
“This is insane,” she panted, and I grinned.
I brushed my thumb over the curve of one soft cheek, then the other. “Why insane?”
“Because I hate how cold you are at the office, but this…” She let out a breathy sigh. “This is great.”
My stomach twisted. I’d been a prick earlier. Too scared that she might have discovered how much I wanted her in control, that my client might learn my secrets. That’s no excuse.
My hand stilled, and I leaned over to press my lips to her shoulder. That perfect little divot fit my mouth so well.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed against her skin. “Forgive me?”
She stilled, as if considering .
“I’ll tell you what.” I palmed her ass again, digging in my fingers and then relaxing them, a preview of the pain to come. “Think about how much you hate me.” Another hard grasp. “Think about how much you’d like to scream in my face. How crazy I make you. How frustrated you are. Are you there?”
She gave a short nod.
“Good girl. Now—” I gently caressed the other cheek and then brought my hand back. “Let it go.” Thwap. My palm came down hard on the fleshiest part. and she screamed and went limp against the wall.
I caught her as she sank down, lifted her in my arms, carried her to the couch. She was shaking with want.
“Jason, I need you.”
“I know, I’m there. Fuck, I don’t know where I put the condoms.”
“I’m on the pill. I’m clean. Are you?”
“Yes, one hundred percent.” I eased the zipped down on my slacks, pushing them off onto the floor, my briefs too. She watched me from under heavy lids, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Are you ready for me? I don’t think I can wait.” I reached down and found where her stockings were wet. My brows went up, and she blushed. “Oh, you’re fucking soaked.” I smiled slowly. “Good.” I ripped the stockings. “Because.” I shoved her lacy thong to the side. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Give it to me.” She bit the order out. Little sparks danced over my skin, pulled my groin tight. Hell yes.
The first press of my cock against her was heaven, and then I pushed in, inch by glorious inch, and thought I might lose my mind. She arched up under me, pressing closer, writhing on the couch.
“Jason, yes,” she hissed.
“I know, I know.” I seated myself fully and rolled my hips. “You feel so good.” A choked sound tore from my throat, and I increased my pace. “I don’t think I can last. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t. Care,” she ground out, her eyes shut and her face slack.
She was already pulsing around me, already close.
I fucked her in slick, heavy thrusts, our desperate breaths mingling.
I gripped her hips with punishing fingers, hoping I wasn’t too much, praying she loved this as much as I did.
Every time I was a little rough, she shuddered, so I gave her more, until she was a gasping mess beneath me, and I was so close to finishing.
I flicked quick fingers over her clit, and she cried out.
Again. Again. I timed each roll of my hips to it until her sobbing breaths and the clenching of her orgasm around me had my stomach flipping, my groin tightening.
Oh shit. This soon? Fuck, she was too good.
I was coming before I even realized it, the orgasm rolling through me with the force of a thunderstorm, rewriting my being.
I slumped over her, still inside her, shuddering. Her hand came up to trace idly over my sides. How could a second time ever be enough?
“That was…” She cleared her throat. “Holy shit. That was amazing.”
I pulled out slowly, already missing her, and straightened to see a small, relaxed smile on her face. I grinned back. “Yeah. That was pretty fucking awesome.” Understatement of the century. She’s the best you’ve ever had.
“Even if it was pretty quick.” I paused, embarrassed. “I took care of myself in the shower earlier, but you drive me wild.”
“That’s hot,” she murmured. “Oh no, I shower in there too.” Her face fell as she remembered, and I burst out laughing.
“Something to think about next time you’re in there alone.” I winked, and she smiled back at me.
Warmth bloomed in my chest at the shared moment.
She wasn’t so bad, this woman. No, she’s actually pretty fucking great.
Everything I’d look for. If I were looking, that is.
She took everything I threw at her and gave it right back.
I admired her as she pulled up her ripped stockings and straightened her clothes.
A little tendril of fear snuck its way into my heart as I watched her.
She could so easily destroy my carefully erected barriers.
And then she will reject you too, right after you broke all your rules for her.
This interlude hadn’t been enough. I already craved more.
Fool. That can’t happen. I took a step back, the dark emotions in me cooling my desire.
I didn’t wait to see her reaction before heading to the shower.
It was just hours after our life-changing couch sex, and I wanted her again. I was hiding in my room and texting Jonah and Miles in a bid to delay the inevitable.
Jason
I’m so fucked, guys.
Miles
What happened?
He responded instantly, and I smiled. Miles was always there when I needed him.
Jonah
Stop fucking texting and pay attention to the meeting. George is going to stab you.
I grinned at that. Miles’ chief of staff was intense. They managed Miles the way they managed their boyfriend—with lots of threats to cut off his coffee supply and incessant updates via text and email.
Miles
I could say the same to you. And George loves me.
Love was a strong word. George barely tolerated Miles’s bullshit on the best of days.
And then a minute later.
Miles
Jason what’s up?
Jason
I slept with my roommate again.
Jonah
A second nigh t
The text came in immediately, with no punctuation. Jonah knew I didn’t do this.
Jason
Yeah, a second night. And I want more. She’s opposing counsel on this deal.
That said it all. She was fucking amazing and the last person I should be fooling around with.
Jonah
You’re a fucking idiot.
That was Jonah for you. Pulling no punches. My lips quirked, despite his harsh tone.
Miles
Be easy man.
Miles frequently played the role of peacemaker in our little trio.
Jason
What the hell am I going to do?
Miles
Do you like her?
Miles was also a romantic deep down, had been pining for the same girl since college. A girl he hadn’t spoken to in years. He’d deny it now that he was engaged to his cold and horrible fiancée, but I knew he still thought about her.
Jason
I could.
And there it was. The horrible truth. I could so easily fall for her.
She was everything I wanted. Smart, beautiful, fun, driven.
She completed the crossword, for fuck’s sake.
And she had jagged edges like I did. That’s what drew me in the most. Her darkness and her fire made for an enticing combination.
Jonah
Forget liking her. Can’t you get in a ton of trouble for fooling around?
Jason
Yeah, especially with the talk I got from Mitchell.
What was I even looking for them to say? I knew the answer in my bones. Don’t sleep with her, don’t think about her, don’t even breathe her way unless it’s to defeat her.
Jason
I’m not sure I can treat her like a rival after this, though.
The real truth. I was weak. Fucking hell.
Jonah
You know what I’d do.
Jason
I do. You’d forget this happened and then you’d destroy her.
You should do the same.
Miles
Fuck that. I made that mistake once. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. Don’t listen to him.
My throat tightened. What if I just let myself like her? For the rest of our time here, at least? That is, if she had accepted my apology. Sex didn’t cure everything, and she’d looked like she was about to cry when she’d left the office earlier.
Miles
But if you’re into her, I say go for it, and damn the consequences .
Panic clawed up my throat, and I quickly started shucking my clothes for my second run of the day. At this rate, I would be an Olympic distance runner. Just a few miles to clear my head and I would come back, have dinner, and be fucking normal for a few hours. And apologize.