Page 10 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

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Who is Jake Ryan?

Oh my God, he was jealous of a movie character. I tried not to smile, biting my lower lip.

“Boyfriend?”

I shook my head.

“Fuck buddy?”

I was so stunned by the term that I huffed out a laugh. “What?”

“You heard me. I want to know what I’m up against here.”

I stared at him, blinked. Blinked again. “You… you think you have competition?”

He shrugged. “You put his name down on an anonymous sex quiz as the guy you want to fuck.”

“He’s the guy in the movie Sixteen Candles. It’s an eighties classic.”

He stared at me like I was crazy. Eyes wide, mouth hanging a little open. Clearly, he needed more details.

“Samantha Baker fills out a sex quiz in study hall and instead of it getting to her best friend, Jake Ryan, her dream guy, picks it up and reads it. He becomes curious about her,” I explained.

There were so many side stories to the movie, I made sure to stay focused on the important parts.

“This is because she put his name on it as the guy she wants to do it with. Plus, it’s her sixteenth birthday and her family forgets. And… well, you know it?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “The movie?”

I nodded.

“No.”

“Oh, well, then you should see it. It’s good.”

“Why are you completing a sex quiz?” he asked.

It was a really good question.

I sighed and glanced at the office door. “Mallory’s a little crazy, if you didn’t notice. We watched the movie recently and she got the ridiculous idea that all of her friends should complete a sex quiz and we’d share the answers at girls’ night. Which is tonight.”

“So you two took the movie plot more seriously than the others.”

I frowned, then realized what he meant. “You mean me filling it out and it actually getting into the wrong person’s hands? Definitely.”

“Then I’m your Jake Ryan,” he said simply.

I took a step back, held up my hand. There was no way I was admitting that. “Nope.”

He advanced. “I am. You sent it to me. I read it. I’m curious about you, Samantha Baker.”

“I’m not Samantha Baker and there’s no way in hell you’re Jake Ryan.”

“Why not? Not cute enough?” he asked, mock offended.

I looked over his perfect, big body. “You’re definitely not in high school. Besides, I don’t think they make a sweater vest in your size.”

“Sweater vest?” He looked down at himself, probably wondering where he could even buy one these days. “Can’t be worse than a pink t-shirt.”

He was probably right. He’d look good if he wore a potato sack. His hair was a little messier this late in the day and I wondered if that five o’clock shadow would be soft or raspy against my thighs.

Ugh!

Still, the guy who I was imagining eating me out had seen the email before I deleted it. He knew the quiz was mine. He’d read it. Knew personal details about me, like my secret fantasy.

This was so, so bad.

“Look,” I said, glancing at the ground and then up, up, up into his dark eyes.

I’d made an epic mistake and it was going to cost me.

But I wasn’t going to deny or push blame or anything like Jason did.

I owned my mistakes, to the point of dropping out of college.

I didn’t know what I was going to do, and I dreaded the inevitable explanation to my sister, but I’d been through worse.

“I’m sorry. I apologize about the email.

It was obviously not my intention to send it to you, but that doesn’t matter in a situation like this. ”

“Situation like this?” he wondered. He scratched the side of his neck with a finger.

“I know your zero-tolerance policy on sexual harassment and I understand that I’m out of a job.

I’ll… I’ll clean out my desk.” I turned and made my way over to it because the sooner I was out of here, the better.

I didn’t have many personal effects, but I did have a lip balm and a few hair ties in the drawer.

“What?” he asked, following me to my desk. “You’re not fired.”

I looked up at him. His brow was creased, and he looked very, very confused.

“You own the company and I sent you an inappropriate email,” I explained. I’d imagined Jason’s actions earlier in the day were still fresh.

“By mistake,” he added.

I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve offended you–”

“That’s not what it did to me–”

“–and you shouldn’t be subjected to that kind of–”

“–because if you’d just look at the front of my jeans you’d see that–”

“–what?” I snapped my mouth shut and my gaze dropped to his crotch.

His jeans were well molded and I couldn’t miss that he was hard.

And big. The thick bulge of his dick curved down the inside of his thigh.

I didn’t even know they could do that. I stared, then blinked.

Realized staring at him like this was worse probably than the email. “Sorry!”

I spun around, staring at the white board on the wall behind my desk.

“Bridget. Baby. Stop.” He sighed, came over and turned me to face him. The heat of his gentle touch made my heart skip a beat.

His eyes shifted between mine and my mouth. Then back. “You’re not fired. You can subject me to that kind of thing whenever you want. I’m not offended. I’m aroused.”

Reaching out, he took my hand and placed it over his… holy shit.

I could feel the massive size of him, and I would swear it grew beneath my palm. I had to wonder if that thing would fit inside of me. The ridged edge of the crown was obvious and that would definitely be too big to handle. Right? My pussy clenched with an eagerness to give it a shot.

With his hand on top of mine, he pressed and I inadvertently squeezed. He groaned.

I made him hard. I made him groan. Me!

“See?”

He dropped my hand, then reached up, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I was too stunned to retreat or respond.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” His voice was deep and low as if telling me a secret.

Oh my God.

Slowly, he leaned in. He was waiting for me to tell him no and I couldn’t say it. He brushed his lips with mine. I wanted him to kiss me. God, did I.

His lips were soft. Gentle. A caress.

Then he groaned.

Then they weren’t. Gentle or a caress. His lips settled on mine. Claimed. Devoured. His big hand cupped the back of my neck, the other circling my waist and pulling me in tight. I felt every hard inch of him, including that super-sized cock pressing into my belly.

I moaned–because what woman wouldn’t moan from a Maverick James kiss–and his tongue plunged. Found mine.

Holy shit. Now this was a kiss.

The world spun and I felt the wall at my back as he pressed me against it. Maverick’s leg nestled between mine, then lifted so I was practically riding his hard thigh.

No, I was actually riding it. One big hand hooked behind my knee to lift my leg even further and I wrapped both of them around his waist. He was so large I couldn’t cross my ankles. His hands cupped my butt and rolled me into him. Through our jeans, his dick rubbed just right over my clit.

I was wild and needy and craved the contact because if we kept this up, I might come. I felt small and protected. Desired. “God, you’re big,” I murmured. “I mean… not–”

“Compared to you, baby, fuck, you’re tiny,” he countered, kissing along my jaw to my ear. Then a spot behind it and holy crap, was this what it was supposed to feel like?

“Oh,” I whispered, angling my head for him because I was so turned on and we were only kissing. His scent swirled around me. Dark and I couldn’t think enough to describe it.

“Baby. Fuck, you feel so good.” His soft breath fanned my heated skin. “I’m going to be the man to make you come.”

That was so hot and so… oh my God. It was just what I had been thinking, but him saying those words aloud made me remember.

“Wait. No. Wait. Stop.”

Maverick lifted his head and he lowered me to my feet and stepped back. A tiny bit.

“What’s the matter?” He wasn’t touching me in any way, but I could feel the heat radiating from him. My nipples tingled from lack of contact.

“I… what you said.” I licked my lips.

An aroused Maverick had a flush to his cheeks. A wildness to his gaze. Slick lips. Ragged breathing.

“What?” His dark eyes were fixed on my mouth.

“Why did you say you were the one to make me come?”

“Because no one has before, right?” He eyed me with clear determination, that this was a problem he wanted to solve. Could solve. I was a math whiz, but I had a feeling Maverick was a genius with a woman’s body.

“What I wrote on the sex quiz,” I whispered, clarifying that he knew secrets about me because of it.

Ones I hadn’t wanted to share. Suddenly, I felt ashamed all over again.

I’d lost my head. Like in Boston. I was so smart that sometimes I saw things too closely, too clearly, that everything on the periphery was a blur.

Like reasons why people did things. Professor Diego had used that weakness to get what he wanted.

I’d thought he wanted me, not my work. Jason had also wanted my brain to do his work for him.

He wanted to have sex with me, not because of me, but because I had the holes he liked to fuck.

I meant nothing to him. I’d meant nothing to Professor Diego.

I’d vowed to learn from my mistakes, returning to Hunter Valley with my tail between my legs, ashamed.

I’d hid, tried my best to not attract attention of assholes like Jason and what they wanted from me by wearing plain clothes.

By hiding my femininity. It hadn’t worked because I hadn’t missed the things he told Maverick.

That he liked my ass and tits, even beneath baggy clothes.

I didn’t think Maverick was like Jason or Professor Diego, but I’d only met him this morning.

Not even twelve hours earlier. And I’d spilled coffee all over him and because of me, he had to stay in Montana.

If I’d been a guy, Jason wouldn’t have behaved as he had and wouldn’t have been fired.

Maverick would be heading back to corporate and his regularly scheduled life.

It made no sense, his interest. Why would a guy like Maverick James, handsome billionaire, want me after all that had happened?

The answer was the sex quiz. I’d given him the inside knowledge on how to fuck me. A printed report.

“What?” he asked, running the back of his hand over his mouth. “You don’t want to come? I’ll make it so good.”

I knew he would. So did my pussy, that clenched at his dirty words. “I’m not letting you fuck me because you mistakenly received the sex quiz.”

Understanding dawned on his face. “Oh, baby. No.”

I was embarrassed this morning. Stunned and a little scared of what happened with Jason earlier. This? Right now? I felt shame. Like I was easy because I was na?ve.

“Why else, Maverick? I mean, look at me!” I moved to the side and he gave me room.

I waved my arms in the air, then glanced down at my feet.

“I’m wearing shit kickers. Mallory yelled at me earlier over them pretty much being cock blockers.

I’m not wearing makeup and God, my clothes have no color or silky fabric or reveal a hint of cleavage.

You can have any woman you want, so the only reason why you’d stoop to touch me is the quiz. ”

His eyes narrowed and I could tell he was mad. “I don’t like how you’re talking about yourself. I will take you over my knee if you keep that up, baby.”

He and Mallory were in sync about how I should be punished, which pissed me off more.

“I’m not your baby!” I shouted.

“Wanna bet?”

I practically screeched and rubbed my hands over my face. God, this was like MIT all over again. I learned though, and even with that hot and heavy kissing, I wouldn’t have sex with Maverick because of the email. Wouldn’t feel trapped.

“I won’t have sex with you because of that quiz. Is that why you aren’t firing me? Using it as leverage?”

His eyes widened and it looked like I struck him speechless.

“Leverage? Fuck, baby. Let’s get some things straight,” he said eventually.

His voice was soft. Calm, as if not to upset me further.

“I want you. I’ve made that very obvious.

My dick’s hard enough to pound nails at the project site.

I want you… you, not because of the quiz.

If I’ve made you feel bad, that’s on me.

Not you. So don’t for one second think that my lack of control means I think you’re easy or cheap or come with a sex quiz manual.

It’s because you’re hot as fuck and I want that date.

A date between a man and a woman, not boss and employee. ”

I had no idea what to say to that, so I said nothing at all. This day couldn’t possibly get any worse. My lips tingled from the kiss and my panties were ruined. My pussy throbbed and didn’t understand why we stopped.

“You don’t believe me.”

I shook my head. I wanted to, but I’d been burned before. I couldn’t flee my hometown like I did Boston to escape my stupid mistakes.

“That’s for me to fix. I will, Bridget. I’ll fix this. All of it.”