by Ciara Cole
"Damn you, Johnathan Fox. Just change your mind right back again, because there’s no way you're getting any tonight. Not from me."
She shoved at the door with all her might, but he was far stronger. She only managed to throw herself off balance, and she stumbled back. The next instant, Johnathan was inside and slamming the door after him.
"You’d better leave right now," she warned while hurrying backward in the direction of her bedroom. She had to make it there fast enough to lock herself in before he could get to her.
But the damned man was like Flash and grabbed her around the waist before she could get very far.
Tia kicked her feet ineffectually in the air and yelled at him to put her down. He had her pinned with her back snugly against his chest and his big arms holding her off the ground as he moved quickly for the living room.
He was big, strong, and fast, and blast him, he was making her insides melt with feverish desire that made Tia hate and love him at the same time.
She let out a squeal as he flung her face down on the sofa. “I’m so going to kill you, Johnathan, once I get out of . . . this . . . armlock,” she growled as he pinned her arms behind her back. She squirmed beneath him, and they felt like two warring playmates, both of them suddenly laughing and struggling together. Tia was definitely the worse off with Johnathan’s weight trapping her on her stomach. Having herself overpowered with her arms restrained, leaving her helpless, was strangely thrilling and . . . erotic. Johnathan’s lips assaulted her neck and bare shoulder, while her breasts were pressed to the cushions beneath, nipples already stiffening as they sent sparks to her gooey center.
“You know what killed me? Seeing that Jeff or whatever he’s called stroking your face and looking at you like that. Worse was you smiling at him,” growled Johnathan with a punishing little nip on her earlobe.
“Ow! I wasn’t smiling. I was just trying to be polite. And his name is Jesse,” she spat. “Can you let me go now?”
“Will you be good?”
“No,” she snarked, and he chuckled huskily.
“All the better. Bad girls are more fun. Because they do naughty things that make them get disciplined. Like getting too cozy with their ex-boyfriends.”
“So, what are you going to do now, huh?” she taunted, glancing over her shoulder at him and feeling her sex tingle from the look on his face.
“Punish you,” rumbled Johnathan. “With pleasure.”
Chapter Nine
“Johnathan . . . no . . . please. I’m begging,” moaned Tia for what felt like the umpteenth time.
“I don’t think you learned your lesson yet,” murmured her torturous lover. He had her face down, on her hands and knees on the sofa, with his face between the quivering globes of her ass. He drilled his tongue straight into her creamy slit in and out, time and again, teasing her into a frenzy.
“I need you inside me. Oh, please, I’m wet. Soo wet.” She teased him too, with her moans, her thick, winding hips, and her luscious ass grinding into his mouth.
“I know, baby, and you taste so freaking good.”
She did. And it was a flavor Johnathan couldn’t get enough of. Introducing his finger into the play, he thrust in and out of her tightness at a pace that had her crying out his name and pounding her fists on the cushions beneath her.
The more he lapped at her folds, the more she drenched his mouth with her nectar. He groaned and sought her clit, making it swell with brushstroke swishes of his tongue while he plunged two fingers inside her at the same time. Her whole body shook as he unerringly hit her G-spot with his wedged fingers. Moments later, she screamed and came, her whole body shuddering for a full minute in spasms.
“Was your punishment just as wicked as you imagined?” teased Johnathan moments later, giving her ass a light smack that triggered tiny aftershocks to her throbbing vagina.
“Dangerously wicked.”
Johnathan grinned, his hands cupping her gorgeous ass and longing to take a bite of the lush brown globes. She moaned at his touch and undulated her hips in expectation for even more deviant delights. The way her body responded to him was magic. Grabbing her shuddering hips, he pulled her down on the rug with him, lying on his back and positioning her on top, facing him.
She lithely swung her legs to straddle him, her swollen sex perfectly aligned with his massive erection that had never felt this hard, almost painfully so. Her breasts looked swollen with the same desire he felt, her nipples begging to be taken into his mouth. He leaned closer and snagged one between his lips as his hands gripped her waist. Lifting her up, he then proceeded to slowly set her down squarely on his manhood.
Tia let out a cry, and Johnathan could feel her walls stretching to encompass his prodigious girth.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, looking into her face. He could barely rein himself in while soothing Tia with his hands rubbing circles on her shaven mound. He pushed his hips forward and penetrated deeper inside her sweet opening. He saw her bald vaginal lips spread over his pole as she lowered another inch on top of him. The sight was fucking hot, his broad ivory shaft splitting her tiny chocolate folds.
Oh fuck, she's tight, thought Jonathan, loving how she engulfed him like a velvet vise.
"Hold still, baby," he told her, cupping her face and bringing her lips to his. He wanted her to enjoy the fit, just as he did . . . enjoy the sensation of his tip bottoming against the neck of her womb. They kissed each other ravenously, and though Tia didn't move her body, he could feel her inner walls milking his shaft. Angling his hips just right, he sank in one last inch, and her lips parted in an open-mouthed gasp against his.
"You're intoxicating," he groaned into her mouth.
Nestled dangerously deep inside her, he finally made her start to move. He guided her hips with his hands and then, when her rhythm got steady, rocking on his shaft, Johnathan shifted a hand to the tiny nub of her clit.
"Johnathan," she moaned, her hips twisting and rolling in ecstasy as he rubbed the sensitive button.
He saw her give in completely to the pleasure of his large tool pushing into her depths with each thrust. They were both losing out to their need for each other, her vagina contracting on his length in tempo with his strokes reaching to bump her cervix.
"That's it, beautiful. Let go for me," rasped Jonathan as he watched Tia bounce faster on his pole. He grabbed one firm, succulent breast in one hand, and the other let go of her clit to seize her hip.
He began moving in and out with a hypnotic rhythm. She was molded to his size and shape now, and he watched the crease of her grimace of pleasure-pain smooth out in sheer bliss.
"You need it, baby?" he teased, taking three deep thrusts only to pause and grip her hips hard, pinning her tightly so she couldn't ride herself on him. His aim was to let her know who was giving her this intense pleasure that had her dripping juice down his shaft.
Tia bit hard on her bottom lip and half-glared at him, her hands cupping her breasts in defiant enticement.
Johnathan gave a husky laugh. He'd tame his temptress yet.
"Is this what you need?" His strong hands lifted her off him till just his broad tip teased her swollen hub. Then he pushed in all the way, tearing a gasp from her throat before he quickly pulled out again.
Tia whimpered, her eyes shiny with torment. He loved how she pulled tightly on her nipples as if to assuage the agony of the burning sensation of deprivation inside her opening, now missing his thickness.
"Say it, Tia. I want to hear you ask me to take you, baby."
She moved her sexy hips as if to entice his re-entry. "I need you," she moaned. "Please, Jonathan, take me. Fill me up. Give me everything."
"Tell me you're mine," he growled, sliding in to the hilt and holding still.
"I'm yours. Johnathan, please."
That was all he needed to hear. With a growl of pleasure, he began slamming in and out of her with precisely powered thrusts. Their eyes clashed in a glassy stare of carnal abandon. She became l
ike a doll, helpless to having him plow into her with full force, connecting to her cervix with each master stroke. If Johnathan worried he was too aggressive, he only had to look in her face and see she couldn't get enough. Her moans and cries urged him on, and he could feel her orgasm fast approaching as her body helplessly shuddered in his grip. Her thighs quivered on either side of him and her hands braced on his chest for balance while he smacked his hips up against her ass as he thrust hard and fast.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh—" Tia's face contorted in the agony of her pleasure as her walls convulsed around his pole. "I'm coming!"
It was all it took for Johnathan to hold back so that his release didn't erupt, spurred by her orgasm. Her back arched, her beautiful body bucking in a primal dance of rapture.
She collapsed trembling on top of his chest and took several moments before she caught her breath and straightened at the waist.
Her eyes were hooded as she gazed down into his face. He grinned wolfishly, lifting a hand to comb back her damp curls from her cheeks. She was still mounted on his hard as ever shaft, and he could feel her passage still twitching along his length.
"You look like you want some more," he growled.
"There is something I want," she said mysteriously, lifting herself off his turgid member with one last shiver that ran through them both. Next, she lowered to plant kisses all over his chest. He groaned in appreciation as she paid special attention to his nipples and then glided her lips and body slowly down his abs. Oh this is going to be good, thought Johnathan. Her naughty tongue was playing over his flesh and making his man meat pulse dangerously close to the edge. He groaned thickly as her lips now feathered over his broad mushroom tip.
"Mmm, I think you like that," she teased in her sultry voice. Dancing deep brown eyes lifted to meet his riveted gaze. "Same way I liked the way your mouth drove me crazy not too long ago."
Oh, he remembered. He could still taste her, that spicy sweet blend of her that he knew he'd crave more of for a long, long time, not just for tonight.
“You know what they say, baby,” Tia purred.
“No, what?” he asked, face taut with the exertion of control yet unable to hold back his slight smile.
“No good deed goes . . . unpunished.”
Ah, true. Johnathan groaned, watching his baby engulf him in her sexy mouth, determined to drive him crazy in retaliation for all of his past teasing. This was one torture sequence he was sure he’d enjoy tremendously.
Tia slid her hand and mouth up and down his rigid shaft. His hips pushed up the same time that she plunged her lips to the hilt. She gagged slightly before bobbing her head up again. Johnathan was losing it fast.
“Tia. Fuck, I’m close. If you don’t stop now, I might have to . . .”
She gave a half-smile, big brown eyes innocent as she increased the pace of her sucking instead of letting up as he expected.
“Tia . . .” he warned, but she merely shook her head and hummed tellingly in enjoyment. His fingers sank into the thick, soft hair on Tia’s head that felt so good to the touch as he finally gave in to the escalating sensations shooting synapses to every nerve, straight from his shaft. Her warm, wet tongue worked magic around his tingling crown and beneath its ridge, heightening the climb. And just like that, he exploded. He felt his body hurtling as if from within a gigantic orb rolling downhill at the speed of light. The highest adrenalin from the most dangerous sport couldn’t compare to this immeasurable thrill.
His shaft swelled against her tongue and his tip plunged into her throat, which undulated as he came in choppy spasms. She swallowed his whole load, which felt like it would never stop spurting. Johnathan couldn’t think of a time he’d come so hard or so long.
Tia lifted her mouth from him once she'd gulped every drop, and the beatific smile of accomplishment on her face made him chuckle faintly. She said, “I always wanted to try that. But only with you,” she stated with a grin.
Johnathan growled deep in his throat, pulled her up to him by the waist, and did something he’d never done before either—had a taste of his essence—as he kissed Tia’s mouth deeply. She moaned and cupped the back of his head with her hands, her body stretching over his broad frame.
Even as Johnathan lent her his strength and support with his body cushioning hers, something about her soft femininity in that moment made him feel safe. Johnathan couldn’t ever remember feeling ‘safe’ with a lover. He always felt like he could never really let go with those other women, but Tia was different. He listened to her heart pounding, her pulse fluttering beneath her skin. It was then that he realized he’d found something that wasn’t just different, but maybe even special. And he couldn’t wait to let whatever was budding between them unfold to its fullest potential. Suddenly, he knew that half-measures just wouldn’t do with Tia.
He simply never fathomed what lay in store, or just how much his impulsive inner resolution would be put to the test.
Chapter Ten
Johnathan sat back in his chair, eyes closing briefly as he relived moments of last night with Tia. Imagining her first pleasuring him with her mouth and then impaling herself on his hard length made his throat tight.
Even after weeks of spending stolen nights of pleasure with her, he still got these carnal flashes when least expected. It was out of character getting this worked up that he already felt hard, especially with his brother there in the conference room with him.
Theo glanced at his watch. "Once Tia arrives, we can start the meeting."
"Is there some kind of emergency?" asked Johnathan. For a split second, he wondered if his big brother suspected anything about him and Tia. Was he about to confront them with it?
Judging by how his brother's habitually calm exterior was currently much the same as ever, Johnathan could only rule out that possibility. They'd been far too discreet for his brother to catch any hint of their private "digressions".
"No, but it's about a high-priority contract, and you and Tia will be charged with completing it."
Johnathan bobbed his head thoughtfully. He wouldn't say he was looking forward to yet another project, but he did enjoy the fact that he was working with Tia one-on-one on this. That way, they could find more ways to enjoy their . . . playful pursuits.
At that moment, she walked in, and instantly, Johnathan felt a hike in his heartrate.
She was easily the loveliest, most desirable woman a man could wish to possess. Her exotic beauty was framed by her elegant essence, radiating with an almost hypnotic effect on Johnathan.
This sexy goddess was his, a notion he found he liked far too much.
Today, she wore her typical style of conservatively tailored business suit. The only problem was that with a centerfold figure like hers, anything appeared hot and alluring, whereas on any other woman, it wouldn't have the same effect.
It was going to be difficult keeping his mind off her, especially when he had firsthand knowledge of how she favored sexy lingerie beneath her sensible work outfits. She definitely had a mouth-watering penchant for lacy black garters and sheer stockings to go with her skimpy bra and panties.
But Johnathan would need to focus on safer subjects unless he wanted Theo to take notice.
The meeting got underway, but it soon became clear, as Theo went on about some big merger and acquisition deal, that Tia was distracted.
“Are you okay?” Johnathan asked gently as an aside the moment his brother turned to the PowerPoint screen he was addressing.
“I’m fine,” she said, giving a bright smile. They returned their focus to Theo.
Johnathan wasn’t so convinced by her answer though. Three months after moving to New York to take this role next to Tia, he’d come to know her intimately. Not just when it came to their sexual contact, but emotionally as well. Something was bothering her and he wanted to know what the hell it was.
The next moment, how much he cared about Tia hit him. It wasn’t just about the sex. He may have stayed this long for that at first, b
ecause she’d been a challenge he couldn’t resist. So much so that he’d stuck to this job and the world of business that he’d never cared about before, only to find out that working in the company satisfied something deep inside him. He knew it wouldn’t have happened without Tia. She was part of what helped him change his attitude toward work as days went by. So how could he not worry when she seemed to have something on her mind?
“Are you two even paying attention?”
Johnathan and Tia turned to Theo, whose arms were folded as he looked from one to the other from where he stood in front.
“You don’t realize how big a deal this account is? It’s one of the most high-profile merger and acquisitions of the year. Our major clients are involved, and I expect you both to make this go smoothly. It’s a make or break contract for Fox Company.”
Johnathan and Tia shared a glance. Then Johnathan faced his brother with calm certainty. “We’ll make sure to deliver, just like we have on every other project so far.”
Theo nodded with a slight smirk. “I sure hope so—for the sake of everyone involved.”
The meeting ended, and Theo exited the conference room, Johnathan lingering as Tia gathered up her notes. “You know what this is about, right?” she asked him pointedly.
“It’s just another backbreaking task that will require weeks and weeks of endless documentation, appraisals, and the usual due diligence reports,” Johnathan said with a shrug. Then he slipped his hand over Tia’s with a smirk, “But that’s never fazed us, has it? Not with our motto of work hard, play harder.”
“I’m being serious,” Tia said with a roll of her eyes as she drew her hand from beneath his. “He’s testing you, Johnathan. And this time, it’s different. He’s given you the lead in this big account to be sure how serious you really are. We don’t even have that much time to make things work. The last thing you need to be doing is joking about this.”
“I get it, it’s important. But what’s more important to me in this moment is finding out what’s eating at you. Is it to do with work?”
