Resisting the Boss: Office Suspense Romance (Dirty Hot Resistance Series Book 4)

by Emelia Blair

  My smile widens, as I say, craftily, “Oh, like this?” I run my hand over her stomach before resting it on her covered breast.

  She hisses and quickly turns over. “S-Stop that!”

  Even in the darkness, I know she’s blushing and the sadistic part of me delights in that. “What did I do?” I ask, innocently.

  She mutters something under her breath.

  However, since the bed is so small, her pert bottom is pressed against my crotch and the more she wiggles, the more ‘alive’ I become. “Halley, stay still,” I growl, reaching out to grip her waist.

  “What?” she asks.

  “Just stop moving!”

  “I can’t,” she complains. “I’m a very restless person.”

  When she wiggles her bottom again, I know it’s just to annoy me. “You little…” I drag her under me and pin her to the bed with my body.

  She lets out a small gasp. “I knew I judged you correctly when I first met you!” she cries out, a tinge of laughter in her voice. “Where’s my pepper spray?” She pretends to grope on the bed in the dark.

  I reach down and bite her nose. “Behave.”

  She freezes at this action. “Did you just bite me?”

  “Believe me, I can do much more than that if you put me to good use,” I offer her a wicked grin, which she doesn’t see in the dark.

  “Oh, yeah. Like what?” she asks, challengingly.

  I look down at her, caging her face with my elbows on each side. “Feeling very brave, are we?” I purr out.

  She sniffs. “I can take you.”

  I deliberately misinterpret her words, murmuring, “Oh, you will.”

  “W-what—?”

  My mouth descends on hers as I swallow up the rest of her question.

  Like always, she softens under my kiss, her mouth moving with uncertainty but a slight confidence.

  She’s a quick learner.

  As I trail my mouth over her jaw, biting gently, and sucking on her neck, she whimpers, her breathing harsh. I use one hand to palm her breast from over her clothes and she stiffens at the foreign feeling.

  The fact that she doesn’t pull away makes me more daring and I squeeze her breast, making her back arch. Although I can’t see the expressions on her face, the sounds she’s letting out are proof enough that she’s an eager participant. Her reactions are innocent and they make me grow hard, as I want to steal more and more of her firsts, till my touch is all she knows—all she will ever know.

  My mouth is on her collarbone and I use my hands to unbutton her top, slowly so as not to scare her. I reveal the lacy bra underneath, the texture makes me want to rip it right off, but I know how new this is to her, so I lower my mouth and suck her nipple through the cloth.

  “Jace!” Her fingers tighten in my hair.

  As her nipple grows painfully hard in my mouth, I use my teeth to tug at it, making her shift her legs, agitated. “Wrap your legs around me,” I whisper, lifting my head, and after a moment’s hesitation, she does so.

  This allows me to rub against her sensitive lower region, making her let out a small sound of distress.

  My hands busy themselves with tugging down her bra while I stimulate her clothed pussy, making her grow wild under me. Her head is thrown back on the pillow and she wriggles as if to free herself, all the time moaning out, helplessly, under my assault.

  Her shirt is a button one, and once all the buttons are undone, I force it back till her arms are trapped behind her in her sleeves, and in that moment, I wish I could see her, all flushed and at my mercy.

  I torture her breasts with my mouth, paying close attention to the cries she emits, learning what she likes and what she doesn’t while making mental notes for the future.

  “J-Jace, I don’t…” There’s a trace of fear in her voice.

  I freeze. “You don’t want to?”

  Halley shakes her head and she sounds a little embarrassed. “I’ve never done this before.”

  This answer makes me relax and I chuckle. “Are you asking me to go easy on you?”

  She shifts under me and I just know that she’s red faced and scowling right now.

  “That’s not it! It’s…” she trails off.

  I sigh, sitting up and pulling her up with me, I free her arms as I toss her shirt aside. “We can stop,” I tell her, brushing her hair from her face.

  She rests her head on my chest, whispering, “I don’t want to. But doing this—I mean …”

  I’m catching on to what she’s trying to say and I pull her towards me till she’s sprawled in my lap. “I’m not taking advantage of you. If I just wanted to sleep with someone, it’s not that hard to pick someone up at a bar.”

  Halley’s frame stiffens at this.

  I hurriedly continue, “But I want you. You’re making me break all my own rules for you.”

  “So you want to date me?” Halley says, slowly, her tone cautious, “Like, hanging out and doing all those things that couples do?”

  “No. I want more than that. I want everything from you.” I press my lips to her eyelids. “Calling it dating sounds so immature. I want a partner, a lover. I just want you.”

  Her fingers clench in my shirt, her voice small as she says, “So, if I say I’m not ready for this right now, would you be okay with it?”

  I run my fingers through her hair. “We wait till you’re ready.” When she doesn’t say anything, I add, “I won’t push you, Halley.”

  She’s still silent.

  I wonder if she’s just thinking or maybe I’ve said something wrong.

  I don’t have to wait long for her to finally speak up. “I’m a virgin.”

  I tuck my tongue in my cheek, trying not to laugh. “I’m aware.”

  “But I’ve read books.”

  “Have you now?” Just what sort of books has she been reading?

  “Yes.” She’s fiddling with my button on my shirt. Clad in a bra and jeans, Halley seems to be quite comfortable in my lap.

  I wish she would get dressed because her half-dressed state is wreaking havoc on my senses.

  “So…” Her tone is indecisive as if she doesn’t quite know what to say. “I—It’s been a hard day.”

  My heart goes out to her and I hold her closer to me, cuddling her. “I know.”

  “I want to forget it all for now. I don’t want to sit and stress over what the case file holds. I don’t want to wonder whether I’m in danger and I don’t want to think about whether or not my mother is alive or not. I just want to forget everything.”

  I blink, my heart pounding loudly against my chest, as I process her words. However, I don’t want to interpret them. I’d rather she phrase her desire very precisely.

  So, I don’t say anything.

  When she tugs on my button, I cover her hand with mine, stopping her, “Halley, you’re going to need to spell it out for me. I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

  I can feel her eyes on me before she mutters, “It’s weird to ask something like this.”

  “Then whisper it in my ear,” I suggest, ignoring how childish it sounds.

  One arm looping around my neck, she pulls me down till her soft lips are right next to my ear, her warm breath making me shiver, “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

  That is as clear of a signal as I’m ever going to get from her, so I seize her jaw in one hand and slant my lips overs hers. She trembles in my hold and I run my hand over her bare back, reaching out to unclasp her bra.

  She freezes.

  I take that moment to probe against her lips, encouraging her to open her mouth. She gives way under me and I sweep my tongue in her mouth, tasting her. She’s sweet and bitter from the chocolate I forced on her, and I lick inside her mouth, making her let out a small sound of arousal.

  I’m holding her jaw in place and she can’t do anything but stay still under my assault. However, her soft moans tell me she isn’t planning to resist.

  I should have known Halley wouldn’t t
ake anything lying down.

  I’m pushed backwards onto the bed and I feel the rustle of something—probably her bra—and when she leans over me, her naked breasts press against me, making my mouth dry.

  “You’re not my boss in bed,” she tells me, arrogantly.

  I smirk. So, she thinks I’ll let her take control away from me in bed?

  I don’t say anything for now and let her kiss me, instead, my hands idling on her back. I let her get distracted in her own explorations as she unbuttons my shirt and runs her hands over my muscled body in blatant curiosity, before I strike back.

  She’s on her back before she knows it, with me looming over her.

  I swallow her outraged cry with a hard kiss that has her melting under me before I drag my mouth down to suck on her breasts.

  Her annoyance turns to breathy moans as she shifts helplessly under me, overwhelmed by the sensations.

  My mind is on a different destination as I trail my mouth down along her flat stomach till it lingers over the edge of where her jeans begin. Hooking two fingers in the jeans, I start pulling them down and she wiggles her hips to help me. A moment later, they’re lying on the ground, messily… I run my hands over her smooth legs, wishing I could see them.

  Halley is now completely naked, except for her underwear, which I dispose of in a heartbeat.

  “I…”

  I know she’s blushing and probably feeling uncomfortable with being so bare but I am relishing the control this gives me over her. My hands on her thighs, I take a step back and sink to my knees, dragging her form to the edge of the bed till her bottom is half on the bed and half being supported by me. Then, I forcefully part her legs.

  She lets out a startled cry, “W-what are you—Oh!”

  My tongue laps at her slit and I taste her juices before forcing my tongue inside her slit.

  Her back arches up and she cries out my name, “Oh, Jace…”

  A smirk graces my lips as I lick inside her pussy, before retreating and then thrusting in again. Her mewls make my cock harden painfully, so I attack her pussy with the hunger of a starving man, making her writhe under me.

  “That’s—Jace!”

  Hearing my name fall from Halley’s lips as I eat out her pussy is an aphrodisiac on its own, and I lick her even more fiercely, determined to make her come. And when she does, she lets out a muffled cry as if she’s stuffed something in her mouth.

  I lick the remaining juices before straightening up and then bending over to kiss her, I say, “This is what you taste like.”

  Her lips are parted under me and as I roll her nipple between my fingers, I can feel her submission. She doesn’t close her legs and I stand between them while kissing her.

  Her skin is soft and the more I touch her, the more I just want to sink into her.

  I can see she enjoys kissing me, so I make love to her mouth, making her sigh out in happiness, and wrap her arms around my neck. I use this opportunity to use one hand to trail over her skin, my touch almost feather like, making her skin quiver wherever I touch her.

  Once I reach her pussy, her body is trembling.

  Halley has her fist over her mouth as if embarrassed by the cries slipping out of her.

  I reach out and drag her hands away. “I want to hear you scream.”

  And scream she does.

  My finger presses against her engorged clit and she jumps in shock, stammering out my name.

  “What? You don’t like that?” I ask, innocently.

  “N-No, that’s…” Her words end up in a cry as I pinch her clit. She tries to close her legs but I keep them open, not letting her.

  The way her face flushes at my ministrations is fascinating, so I torment her relentlessly till she comes a few times and then I rub my fingers in her flowing juices and offer it to her.

  Her eyes are dazed but there is some level of awareness in them and she refuses my fingers.

  My gaze sharpens at her defiance, and I muse to myself that breaking her in bed will be a great pleasure. By the time I’m done with her, Halley will crave and beg for my touch.

  So, I smile at her and there is a hint of command in my tone, “Open your mouth.”

  Her eyes meet mine and I see the helpless desire in them as she parts her lips, allowing me to thrust my fingers in her sweet mouth.

  Maybe it won’t be as hard as I thought.

  She sucks on my fingers and her eyes remain on mine as she thoroughly cleans off her juices, making my cock twitch.

  Little vixen.

  The way her tongue laps at my fingers, sucking on them, carefully, thoroughly, it makes me want to devour her, and I use my other hand to insert one finger inside of her.

  Her hole is so tight and wet that I groan.

  I push my finger in, my eyes on her face for any hint of discomfort, but aside from the way her eyes are clenched, her lips parted, there is no sign of pain anywhere.

  But I have to ask, “Halley?”

  “It’s okay,” she gasps out. “It’s fine.”

  Apparently, it’s more than just fine.

  I finger fuck her, slowly, getting her used to one finger, before I introduce another one inside her.

  She comes immediately, letting out a cry as her insides clench on my fingers. I ride out her orgasm. That lost look in her eyes as she opens them to gaze at me, in the throes of bliss as if she can’t understand these emotions, can’t process them, makes me lean down and kiss her again, softly, tenderly.

  I want to ruin her, to love her.

  I want to corrupt her so thoroughly that no other man can ever satisfy her. I want her to be addicted to my touch, my lips, my cock.

  The third finger I thrust inside her pussy makes Halley scream.

  I don’t show her any mercy now, drawing out orgasm after orgasm from her body till she’s completely mindless with pleasure, pushing herself down on my fingers.

  When I finally withdraw my fingers, she is gasping out, her eyes unfocused.

  Good.

  I make quick work of my shirt and pants, before putting her hands under her legs and lifting them to put over my shoulders, leaving her dripping pussy exposed to the air and to me.

  I ease in the blunt head.

  Her eyes shoot open, filled with panic.

  “Easy now,” I murmur. I use my free hand to play with her clit, and as her breathing quickens, I slowly push in, one inch at a time. The flash of pain on her face makes my heart ache but I see the way she bravely bears it.

  I’ve never taken a girl’s virginity before, so I’m not very well versed in what has to be done. All I can do is try to be gentle.

  My fingers pinch her clit, making her raise her hips at the sensation, and then her lips form into an ‘o’, her eyes wide.

  “I—I…” She wiggles her hips, experimentally, and her lips tremble, “Jace.”

  I’m clenching my jaw, trying to remain still when she moves. “Halley, stop.”

  “But I like it.” As everything else with her, her response is honest, as she looks shaken.

  I slowly pull out an inch as I watch the spasm of pleasure on her face and the soft moan she lets out. “Is that okay?” I ask, hoarsely.

  “Yes!” she gasps out.

  I pull all the way out before slamming back in, hard.

  Her cry is loud.

  I grind against her before pulling out again.

  “Harder,” she hisses wildly.

  I comply. My hands move to grip her thighs and I plow into her, roughly, making her gasp and scream my name. There is no tenderness now as I pound her hole, making a mess out of her as she pleads and begs for more.

  She’s so wet and responsive that I just grow harder inside of her.

  When she clenches around me, I feel my own orgasm approaching, and at the very brink, as she comes again, I start coming and pull out. My breathing is harsh and my arms tremble as I lower her legs before collapsing on the bed next to her, dragging Halley till her head is resting on my chest.

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p; We’re both trying to catch our breath and I stroke her hair idly, wondering at the highlights in her hair, which are reflected in the light.

  My hand stills.

  Light?

  I look over at the standing lamp by the door, which is lit.

  “That’s the emergency light,” Halley mumbles, her tone drowsy. “It came on, uh, midway.” Her face flushes at the last part.

  Feeling her soft body pressed against my side, it feels like finally something has gone right in my life. “Good to know.” I smile and drag the blanket over us.

  12

  Halley

  My body is humming with a thousand different sensations as I bury my face in Jace’s bare chest. The brazen way in which I demanded he take my virginity is just now registering on me and I can’t help but feel mortified.

  I could have been more like the heroines in the books, maybe a little more shy.

  Sighing, I burrow myself into Jace’s side, where he seems to be half asleep.

  “What are you, a rabbit?” he asks, not sounding particularly displeased. “That tickles!”

  “I’m trying to get comfortable,” I complain. “Your body is so hard.”

  “Thank you.”

  I pinch him, making him shift and growl.

  “That wasn’t a compliment! Can’t you be a little soft?”

  This bantering is making me relax as if we’re stepping into familiar territory.

  He tugs at my hair, lightly. “That’s what pillows are for. And these are washboard abs.”

  I snicker. “I don’t see any— ohhh!”

  He hauls me up till I am half sprawled over him, our faces so close that our noses are nearly bumping together. He raises a brow at me.

  I grin cheekily, patting his stomach. “Oh, these washboard abs. I can totally feel them!”

  “Brat,” he mutters. “Come on.” He presses a kiss on the tip of my nose before laying me down by his side and placing a pillow under my head. “Sleep for a while. I’m spent.”

  “Spent how?” I probe him.

  “Shut up, Halley.”

  I grin to myself. I should have known.

  With Jace, it’s hard for things to become awkward.

  This delicious hurt that’s spreading over my body makes me want to cuddle into him and close my eyes.