Page 43 of My Office Rival (Keep Your Enemy Closer #2)

CYNTHIA

H e froze, and for a second, I thought he would refuse. But no, he was just moving a little more slowly. His eyes were heavy-lidded, hazy, his body loose. Mine was the opposite. I was thrumming with want, heady with power. Who knew this could be so fun?

One large hand dropped to where his erection bobbed, looking almost painfully hard. He gave one firm stroke, then another. Then his chin dropped down, his head heavy, and hips bucked into his hand. His fist was already moving faster, chasing his orgasm.

“Slower. I want to enjoy this.” For a second, I felt silly ordering him around. And then his eyes closed, and he shuddered, and I felt powerful . A bolt of lust went through me. This is what it’s about. I get it. When his eyes opened, they were glittering with need.

His shoulders shook as he complied, his soft mouth slack.

He hissed a breath as his hand squeezed and stroked from top to bottom.

I gave him another few moments, savoring the pulse between my legs that grew with every peek of his cock over the top of his fist. His chest was heaving and the crown of his cock was already slick.

“I need to come.” His voice was hoarse.

“No.” Mine cracked across the room .

His head jerked up, and the haze cleared a little. He grinned. “You’re really good at this.”

Warm pleasure spiraled through me, and I gave him a small smile. I wanted to laugh, to cheer with triumph. But I didn’t want to flip the dynamic, not yet.

I gazed at him as he stood, naked in the moonlight, waiting for my next words. Anticipation swirled with each inhale. I was silent, dragging it out, watching him clench and unclench his right hand. Each heavy breath made his cock jerk.

“What if I left, right now, and told you to wait here?”

“I would stay,” he rasped.

Suddenly, I very much wanted to do that. To see how much control I could exercise over him, to give him a space to do nothing but be. “Another time,” I murmured. “Right now, I want you to get over here.”

He was instantly there, moving over me, pressing me to the mattress with one firm hand. One rough thumb dipped down to circle my clit and drag slickness from my core back up.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “You like this.” His voice was soft, reverent, his eyes questioning.

“I love this,” I breathed, and he smiled. It’s you. With anyone else? Maybe not. But having this wild, beautiful man under my control, it was everything.

His chest rose and fell above me, his muscles tight. Oh. He’s waiting for permission.

“Hard or gentle?” I asked. “What do you prefer?”

“Normally, hard. I like it rough. But tonight…” He trailed off and feathered a thumb over the inside of my knee. My heart squeezed. He feels the same .

“I’m with you,” I murmured. I lifted my hips. “I want you. Give it all to me.”

“Yes, fuck, yes.” He dragged his erection through my wetness and then pressed inside, inch by delicious inch.

He finally seated himself fully, and we both gasped.

He drew back out and oh, yeah. That felt really good.

His eyes were already dropping shut, his mouth softening.

He was sinking back into that space again, where he’d been before. He needs it. Help him get there.

“Slower, Jason. I want to feel you.” I kept my voice hard, confident, when normally I’d be begging. And didn’t that feel good? To be the one commanding him, instead of asking for what I wanted.

He gave a short nod but slowed his thrusts until each drag of his cock was slow, torturous, delicious.

I gave myself up the sensation of being filled, waves of pleasure already starting in my core.

His hips bucked involuntarily, and he groaned with me.

His eyes flew open at my noise, and what I saw in his soft gaze made my heart thud.

Warm palms smoothed over my sides, my breasts.

He dipped his head to pull one nipple into his mouth, then the other.

Soft kisses on the undersides, followed by little bites that had me moaning and arching off the bed.

“More,” I murmured.

“Thank fuck,” he muttered. He lifted my hips and rolled his own in that perfect, heavy rhythm, until I was close, so close. My stomach dipped like it had on the rollercoaster.

“I’m so close.” His voice was thick, his shoulders shaking.

“Not until I say you can.” The words lit something inside him. His pleasure seemed to deepen, a low noise tearing from his chest, his thrusts growing helpless. His need undid me.

“Jason, I—” I moaned as he hit that spot deep inside me.

“Yeah, I’m there. I’ve got you.”

I sobbed the words, “Come with me” and then one deep thrust had those waves battering my body, pulling me up, up, up, and then crashing over me. I clenched around him, my back arching, my body pulsing.

His cock jerked and then he was following me over the edge with a hoarse shout, his whole body taut, his hips pumping as he chased his pleasure.

He slumped over me, his damp exhalations hot on my stomach, until he slipped out of me and gathered me to his chest. His large frame was shaking slightly as he banded me against him.

His lips were on my neck and his body hot and hard behind me.

“That was amazing,” he rasped .

“Are you okay?”

“I’m not sure.” A heavy breath loosed from his chest. “I will be.” And then a breath later, “I didn’t expect you to enjoy that.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “I loved it. I mean, I don’t know if I would love it with everyone. But with you, it was amazing.”

He tensed behind me.

“What?” I asked. Worry gnawed at me. Should I have been less honest?

“It’s never been that good.” His harsh whisper sounded shocked. “Never.” He squeezed my hip.

How am I going to let him go?

I woke slowly, like swimming up through a sunlit pool.

The light was warm on my eyelids, and the heavy weight on my side told me Jason had kept me tucked against him all night.

I kept my eyes closed, savoring this feeling, the smooth silk of his skin over those firm muscles, the rough hairs on his legs against my own.

There had been no question in my mind that sleeping here was the right choice.

I hadn’t been able to leave him. The way he’d lost himself with me, the way he’d given himself up to me.

And the look in his eyes when he’d pressed inside, the way he’d cradled me against his chest. Was he falling for me?

No way. Mr. One Night? Unlikely. When this deal was done, we’d go back to being strangers.

Can you really pretend he’s nothing to you when you’re facing him across the table?

I had to try. Jason had made no promises, and I hadn’t asked him to.

I was going to enjoy this while it lasted and then figure my life out.

Even though the thought of letting him go was a physical ache I couldn’t soothe.

He shifted against me, his arm flexing against my side. He brushed his thumb against my stomach, and I shivered.

“Are you awake?” His voice was deep and sleep-rough in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed. I pressed back against him.

“How did you sleep?” he asked .

“Actually, great.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Well, normally, I don’t sleep with a six-foot-three body pillow with a huge cock, so yeah, I’m a little surprised.”

He huffed a laugh into my neck. “I slept better than I have in years. Maybe better than I ever have. I might need to keep you with me to make sure I get eight hours a night.” His voice was dark, possessive.

“I don’t think the world is ready for a well-rested Jason Elliott.” I couldn’t handle him across the conference table, that was for sure.

“You’ll need all that energy for the activities I have planned for today.”

My stomach fluttered. “Activities?”

He bit gently at my earlobe. “Not those kinds of activities. Though…are you sore?” His thumb kept brushing over my stomach, then lower. My head was light and my blood fizzy.

“No,” I panted out.

“Excellent.” He pressed his lips to the spot where my neck met my shoulder, and then with firm hands and utter focus, he pleasured me, pushed inside me, brought me to the peak. I sobbed out little noises that may have been his name.

“I know, I know.” He murmured into my neck, “It’s so much.

Hold on for me. You’re so beautiful. You feel so good.

” He spoke the words into my neck, before banding me against him with his arm.

My heart tripped. His words didn’t sound casual.

They were a litany from his lips to my skin.

I arched into him. I was so close to tipping over the edge.

He seemed to know, and adjusted the angle so he was hitting me in just the right spot.

We went over the peak together, bodies straining, breaths mingling in the morning quiet.

We lay there for several minutes, his chest heaving against my back, his lips running over my neck. I couldn’t hear what he said, but I felt the words against my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut and let myself breathe in his scent, luxuriate in his warmth. Please, don’t let this end.