Even though her hand shook, she kept licking. First her forefinger, then her middle finger, then the palm of her hand. Feeling her own tongue rasp against her skin made her long for the sensation of his.
“They’re all clean, Jake.” Ridiculous how proud she felt, as though she’d accomplished something of great magnitude. Making Jake happy seemed more important than satisfying herself.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs wider. Put your fingers on your pussy again, but don’t move them.”
To hell with that. She put her hand between her legs and made furtive little circles over her clit. Her hips jogged in tandem with the tiny motions. “My fingers are resting there, Jake.” He’d never know she was lying, even though her breath huffed when she spoke. “Please, may I stroke myself?”
He waited for a long moment. “Yeah, go ahead. Rub your clit. Not too hard, though. You’re not allowed to come yet.”
The game was more fun when she played along with him. She slowed her hand to a burning circle. “It’s hard not to rub faster. I want to come so bad.”
“Don’t come yet.”
“I won’t, I swear I won’t. I’m touching my clit lightly, stroking all around it. I’m so wet, I can hear my fingers moving.” The squishy noises seemed incredibly loud in the quiet room. Nothing existed but Jake’s panting breath and her flying fingers.
“Oh, baby, I wish I was there to see you.”
“So do I.” With two fingers, she eased her labia apart, exposing her clit. “I’m spreading myself open for you, Jake. Look how wet I am.”
He groaned. “If I was there, I’d plant my mouth on your cunt and lick you until I tasted your juice all the way in the back of my throat.”
God, she wished he was there. Hiding outside her door listening, ready to burst in and catch her…and fall to his knees to eat her. The vision made her whimper. “Would you push ice inside me, like you did last night?”
“Maybe. Maybe I’d do something kinkier.”
Kinkier? Her imagination reeled, and her clit seemed to cry out for attention. She dipped a finger inside, up to the knuckle, then pushed in and out, stroking her clit with the heel of her hand. “I put a finger inside. Is that OK?”
“Yeah, baby, it’s OK. Finger-fuck yourself.”
The earthy demand made her moan softly. “I’m imagining it’s your tongue. I love it when you fuck me with your tongue.”
He growled, he actually growled. “I love it when you talk nasty.”
“I’d do anything for you.” She whispered the words. Long silence on his end of the phone—maybe he hadn’t heard. “May I come now, Jake? My clit is throbbing.”
“Flick your fingernail against it. Give yourself a little pain. Think of me nipping you with my teeth.”
Her clit was so sensitized, she almost cried when her fingernail scraped over the surface. “Oh, Jake, it hurts. Hurts so good.”
“I’m gonna bite you again. Do it harder this time.”
Knowing the pain that would come, she hesitated for a second. Disobeying Jake’s order seemed impossible. She gritted her teeth and scratched the nub of her clit with a hard, demanding flick.
She cried out, writhing on the chair, gasping to catch her breath. “Oh, Jake, please let me come.”
“In a minute, baby. Stroke lighter now. Real light.”
Her hand shook from the strain of going slowly. Fingers slid gently over her clit, soothing and teasing. “Are you touching your cock?”
“You bet I am.”
He liked her to talk nasty. She could give him that. “Save some for me. I want you to fuck my brains out tonight.”
“I will. Got plenty for you, don’t worry about that.”
Her breath came so fast, she could hardly speak. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me again.”
“Kate. Grab the plug.”
Through the brain fog of passion, the words made no sense. “The what?”
“The red plastic thing. Pick it up with your left hand so you can keep playing with your cunt.”
The coarse word sent her temperature soaring. Only Jake could use such a terrible word and make it sound unbearably sexy. She picked up the little mini dildo with her left hand, keeping her fingers moving on her clit, just lightly touching, careful not to send herself into orgasm. “I have it.”
“Slip it into your pussy for a second. Just to get it wet.” He panted between every word, no doubt in rhythm with his own stroking hand.
Her pussy was so slippery, so open, the little dildo slid right in. “It’s in.” Was this supposed to be erotic? She could barely feel the thing.
“Take it out. Is it all creamy?”
A glance confirmed it; the surface glistened under the fluorescent lights. “Yes.”
“Now put it in your ass.”
No argument here. She had to slide lower on the seat to get her bottom off the edge. Pressing the tip of the dildo between her cheeks, she slid it back, further back—and missed her asshole.
Frustration had her scowling. Damn it, she’d have to use two hands. Abandoning her clit for a moment, she spread her cheeks with the fingers of one hand, positioned the dildo with the other, and pressed it home. “Oh! Oh, God, that feels good.”
The bumps seemed to hit every erogenous zone in her ass, the base flared just wide enough to tease her sensitive opening without pain. She clenched down on the plastic intruder. “Not as good as your cock. Want your cock in my ass.”
He moaned. Lucky him, without any fear of being overheard. “You like ass fucking, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” Admitting it made her face burn. She pressed harder on her poor throbbing clit, biting her tongue to focus sensation anywhere but there, tormenting herself with images of Jake naked, rubbing lubricant on his hard cock, getting ready to fuck her in the ass. This time he wouldn’t use a condom. He’d feel her bare flesh. He’d hold her face down on the bed, pretending to force her into taking it. He’d spank her first, heating her bottom before he thrust inside. Her anus clenched around the plastic dildo, drawing it further in.
“Only bad girls like ass fucking.” He panted so hard, she could barely hear him speak. Maybe it was the blood pounding in her ears. “I’ll fuck you in the ass tonight. Make you scream with pleasure. Then I’ll spank you for liking it.”
She mewled in frustration, an inhuman noise of torment. Holding back the orgasm was killing her. Tears trailed liquid heat down her face.
“Come now, baby. You can come now.”
Eager fingers flew over her clit, rubbing hard, but it didn’t take much pressure to set her off. She’d been primed all day, and now she flew apart, every muscle straining. It felt like her whole body shattered with the force of her orgasm. “Oh, oh…Jake…”
A low moan sounded in her ear. Was he coming?
“Please come, Jake. Come now, come inside me, come for me…”
She broke off as the contractions rolled over her in waves. The butt plug moved with every convulsion, massaging her behind with exquisite torment. She cried out, wordless noises of need and lust, wanting him to know how happy he’d made her, how much passion he’d given her.
When her orgasm receded, embarrassment settled in. Here she was with her legs up on her desk, sweating and sticky under one of her best suits, her silk blouse probably stained beyond repair, and a plastic toy shoved in her rear end. All because Jake Monroe called her on the phone and asked her to do it. Why did he have so much power over her?
No sound came from the earpiece. She slowly eased the dildo out of her behind. What should she do with this thing? Wrap it in tissue and bring it home. No way could she leave something like this in her office. She stuffed it into her purse.
“Kate? When will you be home?”
Now that she’d climaxed, the last thing on her mind should be sex. But Jake’s demanding tone made her nipples perk to attention. She wanted to rush right home, strip naked, and wait for him on the bed. Face down, with her ass high in the air. That thin little plast
ic dildo had left her behind feeling empty. Nothing would satisfy her but Jake’s cock in her ass.
At the perverse thought, heat rose along the column of her neck, prickling under the collar of her shirt.
The stack of folders in her box was a couple of inches lower than a few hours ago, but still more than she wanted to face tomorrow. Lust or reason?
“Kate? I asked you a question.” He barked the words.
Lust. “Twenty minutes.” Under the desk, her feet fumbled with her pumps, turning them upright. She reached for her briefcase.
“I’ll see you there. And Kate?”
“Yes?” Just a little breathless, she waited.
“Bring the butt plug.”
The line went dead with nothing else. No words of thanks, no sentiment, not even an “I can’t wait to see you.”
Bastard.
Chapter Eight
She knew he’d be waiting. Even so, when Kate saw him leaning nonchalantly against her apartment door she almost tripped. Jake Monroe, the quintessential bad boy, made khaki pants and a button up shirt look unbelievably sexy.
He said nothing, even though his gaze followed her from the elevator down the silent, deserted hall to her door. Odd how nervous she felt around him. With any other man she’d dated, she’d reach up to give him a kiss. Jake had her walking on eggshells, and to tell the truth, she kind of enjoyed not knowing exactly where she stood with him. Jake would never dance to her tune.
Looking down, she fumbled in her purse for her keys, grateful for the distraction.
Suddenly the floor dropped away. Strong arms clasped her tightly. Without a word of greeting, he pulled her up against his chest and gave her a long, deep kiss.
Rude, unsettling, but what a delicious way to say hello. The keys jangled from the door knob, dropped in her surprise. She clutched his broad shoulders for balance, hanging on as he set her head spinning.
When he released her, she laughed breathlessly. “Hello to you, too.”
“Hey.”
He didn’t say anything more until they were inside. “Show me what you plan to wear to dinner.”
Jake, interested in her clothes? She wanted him to rip them off, not inspect them. She led him to the bedroom, half expecting him to throw her on the bed. She wouldn’t object. Or rather, she’d pretend she objected. Maybe he’d tie her to the bedposts again.
He mutely followed her to the closet. Clothes for tonight? She hadn’t thought about anything beyond peeling off her sweaty suit. A shower sounded better than getting dressed again, and sex sounded better still. But he wasn’t making any moves, and nerves kept her from jumping him. He didn’t seem like the type who wanted a woman to be aggressive.
Since he wasn’t talking, she sifted through the dresses in her closet. Too formal. Too businesslike. And boring him while he waited wasn’t getting her any closer to sex. She pulled out the first casual dress she found, a summery floral with a wrap bodice that showed more cleavage than anything else she owned.
His brows rose in a skeptical look. “I don’t think so.”
For a guy who probably didn’t own a suit, he sure was picky. “You decide for me, then. I’m going to take a quick shower.” She tugged off her suit jacket and tossed it in the hamper she used for dry cleaning.
Jake ignored her. From the closet, she heard hangers moving from side to side.
Even after she was naked, he didn’t make a move. “You have five minutes,” he muttered, not bothering to turn around.
Great. Here she stood naked, and he was more interested in playing with her clothes than her body? She headed for the shower in a huff.
The hot spray soothed tension away along with sweat and dust. Maybe this was for the best. Once she was clean, she’d feel sexier. Tossing her head back, she let the water sluice down her front, picturing Jake’s hands following the same path. But no, he didn’t seem to be joining her in the bathroom.
Five minutes? She wasn’t one to fuss endlessly in the shower, but five minutes was a lot faster than usual. She hurried through washing her hair and soaping up in record time.
She dried off and wrapped a towel around herself. Drying her hair alone took two minutes, but she couldn’t go out with it wet. Maybe he’d come in and punish her if she was late.
A blush heated her face. Two spankings in one day? Embarrassing how that got her juices flowing. Thank goodness no one else knew about her…tendencies. Kinky sex in private was one thing, but they’d been playing with fire in her office. No matter how much Jake pressured her, she wouldn’t do that again. Regardless of what he said, there were limits.
She slowly ran the brush through her hair, deliberately waiting, taking her time curling the ends into a bouncing wave. Tempting fate.
Minutes passed. No Jake.
When she finally gave up and padded barefoot into the bedroom, Jake was sitting on the overstuffed reading chair in the corner, one foot propped on the opposite knee, watching the door. “You’re late.” His voice was tight with displeasure.
Her heart sped up. Dropping her gaze to the carpet, she almost scuffed her toe like a disobedient child. “I’m sorry.”
“Get dressed.”
No punishment? Surprised, she looked up—and saw the clothes he’d laid out on her comforter. “Jake, I can’t wear that.”
He raised a brow. “Then why do you have it?”
The towel slipped, and she grabbed it closed at her breastbone. “It was a gag gift from a friend. When I turned thirty, she gave it to me and told me to lighten up.”
He smirked and crossed his meaty arms across his chest. “I think she was on to something. Haven’t you worn it before?”
As if that made a difference. “Of course not.”
“Put it on.” With one step, he towered over her, gazing down into her face with hooded brown eyes. “Put it on for me.”
Seductive words. When Jake gave her orders, all she wanted to do was obey. No questions asked. Yes, she’d put the thing on—for him.
With a breathless nod, she turned to the bed and sorted through the clothes for panties. No panties. No bra. He hadn’t left out any undergarments at all. Did that mean she wasn’t to wear any?
No clue from looking at his expressionless face. She crossed to her bureau and pulled out a pair of bikini undies. Jake didn’t protest. She slowly slipped them on under the towel, then reached for the clothes on the bed. The black skirt was impossibly short, the kind of mini only a woman with legs like Twiggy could wear. On her, it would look indecent. Maybe he just wanted her to wear this here, in her bedroom—until he ripped it off.
She could go for that.
Time to show him she could keep him as hot as he kept her. Getting dressed could be as sexy as getting undressed. She turned her back to him so he’d have a good view of her rear end, then let the towel slither to the floor. Pointing her toe, she stepped into the tiny circle of fabric that passed for a skirt, pulling it up while shimmying her hips.
The Spandex was tight and clingy, gripping her upper thighs and bottom like rubber. She didn’t need to look in the mirror to know that every bump showed. Oh well, too late to stop now. In private like this, it didn’t matter.
He’d pulled out a pair of wicked heels, the pair that should have come with a warning label that read “take two ibuprofen with a glass of wine before wearing.” She’d bought them because they made her calves look sexy, but had never worn them out of the store. Must have been hormonal that day.
She sat on the bed and slid her feet into them. At least they didn’t pinch her toes, but standing in them was out of the question. Best to stay seated for now; falling off her heels onto her face wasn’t a great seduction plan. When Jake was ready, he could help her up—and then throw her back onto the bed.
Her lips curved. She’d had more sex in the past two days than she’d had in years. And never had she enjoyed it so much.
The only other thing on the bed was a silk camisole. Naturally he’d found the most revealing one she owned,
with a deep V neck and a flimsy little shelf bra. She’d have to stand up to get a real bra. She shifted her weight and carefully stood, teetering on the heels for a moment before taking a step towards her dresser.
“No.”
She blinked and met his gaze in the mirror over her bureau. “No bra?”
“No bra.”
With breasts as large as hers, she’d been wearing bras since age ten. No way could he expect her to go out with her breasts unbound. Maybe he just had a fetish for seeing her in trampy clothes. No point in protesting when the end result would be a rousing good orgasm.
She slipped the camisole over her head and smoothed the fabric over her abdomen. Yep, the lace trim barely covered her nipples. She always wore it under a blouse.
Better not look in the mirror. In such skimpy clothes, with every curve of her body outlined and emphasized, she felt more exposed than when she’d been naked.
Maybe Jake wanted to pretend she was a hooker. He’d talked about hiring one now that he was out of prison…the kind of woman he could pay to do anything. For some reason, he hadn’t found one. Yet.
And he never would, not if she had a say in it. One thing she wouldn’t tolerate was infidelity. She’d have to keep him too busy to shop elsewhere.
Did he find her sexy in this getup? Still shaky on the heels, she carefully turned to face him.
As usual, his expression was impossible to read. Why wait for him to make the first move? With careful steps, she walked over to his chair and sat down in his lap. Wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, she toyed with the hair at his nape. “Did you save some for me?”
A soft laugh chuffed out of his chest. “Oh, yeah.” One hand wandered up her leg from knee to thigh.
Shamelessly, she parted her legs. His fingers inched higher, until they barely brushed the edge of her panties—then stopped. Damn him.
“Pose for me.”
She blinked and resisted the urge to ask, What? She’d heard him the first time. And if that’s what it took to get him horny, it was easy enough.
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