by Kenner, J.
"White cotton," she confirmed, her heart pounding so hard she feared she'd crack a rib. "But you won't see any pubic hair, not even if they're wet. I'm waxed."
"Oh, baby. Show me."
It was an order she couldn't disobey, and she tugged her skirt the rest of the way up, exposing the plain cotton panties that she would never think were boring again.
"That's my girl," he said, his fingertip tracing the elastic of the leg hole, the sensation so deliciously erotic that she had to reach back and grasp the edge of the desk just to keep her knees from buckling.
"And what do you know?" he murmured as his fingertip slipped inside her panties. "You are wet."
"Very," she said. "Reece, please."
"Please what?"
"You know."
"Do I?" His finger slid over her folds, the tip dipping inside her in slow, methodical thrusts.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. "Oh, God."
"Is this what you want?"
"More," she murmured. "Please."
"Tell me," he said. "I want to hear you say it."
She licked her lips. She wanted to beg for his cock. She wanted him inside her so much her pussy was clenching in anticipation. And she knew he wanted it, too. But some ridiculous, unreasonable fear was telling her not to say it out loud. That as soon as she did, all of this would disappear, and she'd be left frustrated and embarrassed because she'd reached for more than she deserved.
"Please," she said. "Don't make me."
He pulled back, and her head snapped down, afraid that he'd stopped for good. She saw his furrowed brow, and she knew he was puzzled by her. She tried to think what to say, but he saved her from the effort when he took the finger he'd been touching her with and lifted it to her mouth. Gently, he stroked her lower lip until she drew the digit in and sucked, her head spinning from her own musky taste mingled with the sweetness of his skin.
"It's okay, baby," he finally said. "There's nothing to be scared of. It's me. It's you, and it's me."
Slowly, he withdrew the finger, then put his hands around her waist and lifted her to the desk. "Spread your legs and let me prove it to you."
She did as ordered, spreading her legs wide, and then putting her hands behind her to balance when he tugged her right to the edge of the desk. He dropped back to his knees, then trailed kisses up her inner thigh until he reached the apex.
Slowly—so wonderfully slowly—he traced the tip of his tongue along the edge of her panties before closing his mouth over her pussy. He sucked and bit through the plain cotton, teasing her so thoroughly that she found herself clutching the table so hard she would surely leave indentations.
Calling on all her strength, she tried to stay still, but her body bucked with pleasure, her muscles spasming in a desperate attempt to draw him in, and all she could do was beg. "Please, more. Reece, I want more."
"Say it," he ordered. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you." It was as plain a truth as she'd ever spoken. She was lost in desire, she was craving sensation. He was her whole world in those moments, and all she knew was the way her skin sizzled as electric sparks zinged throughout her body. She was beyond wet now, and she wanted all of him. His fingers. His mouth. His cock.
Some small part of her mind argued that she should protest, because no matter what happened next everything was going to change, and they'd never be Reece and Brent and Jenna again.
She knew that, but she didn't care. Maybe she'd regret it later, but right then all she wanted was Reece. He'd filled her head and fired her body. She had to have him. She would have him.
"Fuck me," she finally begged, arching back and surrendering completely.
She'd deal with the fallout later.
Right now, all she wanted was Reece.
Chapter Thirteen
"Say it again," he demanded, his breath hot against her core.
"Fuck me," she demanded, the words no longer terrifying. On the contrary, now they seemed entirely necessary.
"Soon," he promised. "When you're ready."
"Are you insane? Believe me, I'm ready." She was begging, but she didn't care. She craved him, needed him. Felt that she might go mad if she didn't feel him deep inside her.
"No," he said simply as he used his fingertip to pull her panties aside. "You're not," he added, sliding two fingers deep inside her.
She gasped, then bit down on her lower lip so hard she drew blood.
His tongue flicked over her clit, sucking and teasing as the fingers of one hand thrust inside her. With his other hand, he reached up and found her breast, still half-in and half-out of her bra. And as he teased her clit with his tongue, he squeezed her nipple with his fingers, the ministrations sending a current of sexual heat from her breast to her clit, so sharp and vibrant that she almost couldn't stand it.
She squirmed, trying to calm the raging sensations. Or maybe not to calm them. Maybe she was trying to take them higher. Further. She didn't know. All she knew was pleasure. All she knew was need.
And as he sucked harder, teasing her mercilessly, she ground against his mouth, her hips gyrating as he teased and sucked. His beard scraped her sensitive skin, adding to the glorious sensations and making electricity rise to the surface of her skin, pooling and buzzing, and gathering in strength until everything seemed to coalesce in one perfect, sweet circle.
One tiny nub of pure magic that hovered, glowing on the edges of her consciousness before finally, brutally, bursting apart in a firestorm of sensation so intense it turned her inside out and thrust her all the way to the stars.
She seemed to take forever for the bits of her to merge back together, but when she finally returned to herself, she found him looking at her with a very self-satisfied grin.
"Now," he said. "Now, I know you're ready."
* * *
Reece felt the power of Jenna's orgasm break through him. The explosion of passion. The wildness of complete release. The near-pain sounds of pleasure as she cried out. All of it combined to make him so fucking hard he knew that if the didn't take her right then, he'd probably implode on the spot.
"Jenna." Her name tasted like honey. "Baby, I have to—"
"God, yes." Her voice was strained. "Please, Reece. Please. I want you inside me."
He wouldn't have thought it was possible, but he got even harder in response to her obvious need. "Slide down," he ordered, grabbing her hips before she had time to comply and pulling her to him. She was deliciously wet, and as he held her hips in place on the desk, she put her arms around his neck.
"Hard," she whispered. "Please, Reece. Don't be gentle."
He couldn't even form words. He could only comply. He'd brought a condom with him, and now he slipped it on. Then he thrust his hips forward, driving himself into her, even as he pulled her toward him, his fingers clutching her perfect ass.
Her head was tucked in near his neck, and she gasped and pleaded and moaned as he took her deep and hard and fast. She was tight, so tight that he couldn't tell where he ended and she began. He glanced down, watching his cock disappear inside her slick folds, and moaned with growing pleasure.
So close. He could feel the explosion coming. His balls tightening, his body readying for release. He wanted her to come with him, but he didn't want to stop the rhythm. "Touch yourself," he ordered. "Play with your clit. Come with me."
She complied obediently, her hand slipping between their bodies, and he watched, mesmerized as she teased her clit while he fucked her, her fingertip sliding down to brush his cock with every few thrusts.
"Reece," she murmured. "Oh, Reece, I'm close."
She didn't have to tell him; he could feel the way her pussy was clenching, tighter and tighter as her orgasm approached.
"Come on baby. Come with me. Explode with me, sweetheart. Come with me now."
On cue, she arched back, her body trembling violently, the sudden movement pushing him over the edge, too. They shattered together, the pieces of their souls dancing a
nd combining together, ensuring that they could never truly be apart again.
* * *
"This is an A-plus, perfect chest." Jenna sighed, the sound so full of contentment it seemed to fill Reece's soul. They'd ended up recuperating on the floor. Now, she rolled over, then straddled him, her finger tracing the lines of his tattoos, the pressure just enough to keep a current of electricity coursing through him and his cock on red alert. "Just so we're clear, this perfect chest is my property now, right?"
"All yours," he assured her, then cupped the back of her head and pulled her down for a kiss to seal the promise.
"Mine to do with as I will," she continued, sliding down his body, and replacing the finger she'd been using to trace his tats with her tongue.
"Christ, Jenna. It's past eleven. We need to put some clothes on before someone gets to work."
"To tease and to enjoy," she continued, ignoring him. "Mine," she repeated, as she let her naked body slide up his, until his cock was nestled against her ass and her mouth brushed over his. She wiggled her hips, and he groaned as his cock stiffened painfully. "That, too, right?"
"Baby, I'm with you one-hundred percent."
She slid her hand down, then stroked him before shifting her hips once again to position the tip of his cock at her entrance. The condom was long gone in the trash, but he was too far gone to even think about stopping her. Besides, he'd been tested recently, and he knew he was clean. And he knew Jenna well enough to know she wouldn't have unprotected sex unless she was, too. "Dominion," she whispered, taking the tip of him inside her. "Control," she continued, sliding further down, taking him in deeper.
She sat up, her hands at his waist, her teeth grazing her lower lip. "Ownership," she said, and in time with the word, she thrust down hard, arching back and taking him all the way inside her.
He lifted his head, saw the way she was pistoning on his cock, and nearly blew his wad right then. But no, he wanted to come with her this time, and he reached down, his fingers finding her clit. "Don't stop," he ordered, painfully aroused by the vision of her naked body riding him, by the sensation of her wet folds against his fingers and the hard, tight nub of her clit. The way her breasts bounced and the sweet, aroused noises she made, like tiny squeaks of passion.
She was close—he could feel it. Her pussy clenching tight around him, her wild yet rhythmic movements. He was close, too. Ready to explode, so close in fact he wasn't sure he could hold back any longer. "Come with me, baby," he ordered, then slid his slick finger around to her backside and slipped it just barely into her tight little ass, and was rewarded by an instantaneous, surprising orgasm.
"Holy crap," she said when she'd stopped gasping. "That was incredible. I've never done that."
"I'm glad. I own you, you know. All of you."
"Oh, yes, you definitely do," she sighed, her body warm against his. Then she pushed herself up and eyed him with renewed purpose. "But to get back to what I was saying before," she began, and he burst out laughing.
"What?"
"Well, it's not that I don't trust you, but I'm not sure why you're putting me to such an evaluation. Then again, maybe I do have an idea. I just hope that I'm wrong."
She grimaced, then rolled to prop herself up on her elbow. "I was just thinking that you're almost as fine as a piece of art. Hell, maybe finer."
"Uh-huh."
"And fine art should be displayed."
"No."
"Reece..." Her voice trailed off into a plea.
"No," he repeated, then pushed himself up onto his elbows. "And unless we want to get caught with our hands in each other's cookie jars, we need to get dressed. Tyree's been coming in early these days.
"Dammit, Reece, don't make me beg. I want you in the calendar contest."
He kissed the tip of her nose. "No."
"But—"
"I'll strip for you, but not for a camera. And definitely not for the crowd at The Fix."
"But—"
He stood up and tugged on his jeans, then looked down to see her naked and pouting on the office floor. "I almost have to get a picture of that," he said, then pretended to reach for his phone.
"Don't you even think about it." She took the hand he offered and let him help her to her feet. His arm went around her waist, and he was struck by how good it felt to hold her like this. Not to mention how delicious it was to have taken her like that in the office. To know that he could have her whenever and however he wanted. Jenna. The woman he'd loved his whole life, and who he'd been craving for months.
"What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking how much I want to bend you over this desk, spank your ass for going on about me parading across that stage, and then fuck you until you come so hard you scream."
"Oh." She swallowed, her eyes wide.
"You asked."
"Yeah. I did." She licked her lips. "Tell me why."
He studied her for a moment, wondering if he'd crossed a line. But he had no desire to play games with her. He knew what he wanted—and that was Jenna.
"Because you're mine. Fully. Completely. Not Easton's. Not anyone else's. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck. Do you understand?"
"Yes." She licked her lips, her eyes glued to him.
"I've wanted you for one hell of a long time, and now that I have you, I don't want to play games anymore. I'll be your friend until the end of time, and I hope you know that. But this—Jenna, I need to know now if what's between us—if how I want to claim you—is going to be too much for you. Because, baby, I don't want to hold back with you. Not ever."
"I see." Once again, she licked her lips, and he had to reach down and shift his cock inside his jeans. Then she took a step toward him, her naked body moving with such grace he wanted to ignore the fact that the rest of the employees would be arriving soon.
When she was only inches from him, she took his hand, spread her legs, and ran his finger over her slick, hot pussy. "It's not too much," she said, her eyes never leaving his. Then she turned and bent over the desk. "I think you better spank me."
"Oh, holy fuck, Jenna."
She didn't say anything. Just spread her legs wider, offering all of herself to him.
Fuck it. He wouldn't deny wanting it. And if she wanted it, too...
He stood behind her, looking at that perfect ass, and then smacked his palm hard and firm against her fleshy part, then rubbed the sting away. "That was to remind you that you're mine." He spanked her again. Then again, cherishing her breathy cries. He slid his hand between her legs and found her so wet now she was practically dripping.
He thrust two fingers inside, then another, fucking her so hard with his fingers that her breasts rubbed the desk. "Do you like that? Getting fucked at the office?"
"Yes."
He spanked her again. "But only by me."
"Yes."
"You shouldn't have seen Easton last night."
She said nothing, and he smacked her again, then once more. "Tell me," he demanded. "Tell me what I want to hear."
"I'm yours," she whispered.
"Do you like the way your ass feels?"
"Yes. But I mostly like the feel of your hand."
He took a moment to absorb her words, treasuring them. "You're mine," he repeated, rubbing the sting out.
She looked at him over her shoulder, then nodded slowly. "Oh, yes." The words were breathy and full of need. "But don't you know that I always have been?"
He lifted a brow. "Is that so?"
"Definitely."
He bent and kissed her. "We should get dressed."
She nodded, then slid her shirt back over her head. "By the way, I didn't go out with Easton last night."
His brows rose. "You didn't?"
"Nope." She finished pulling on her clothes. "I called and canceled. Then I went home, got in bed, slid my hand between my legs, and thought about you."
"Christ, Jenna."
Her smile was playful as she turned and headed toward the door. "Just thought you sho
uld know."
"You could have told me before I spanked you."
She paused before leaving the room. "I could have," she agreed, then winked. "But I didn't."
Chapter Fourteen
It was amazing what a little sex could do for one's outlook on life, Jenna thought. Before, she'd felt disorganized and lost, now she exuded confidence and ability. She was on-task, on-point, and on her A-game.
And, frankly, feeling pretty smug that she and Reece had both been dressed and business-like when Tyree had strolled into The Fix just after noon.
Now, it was twelve-fifteen, and she was seated at the long table in the back bar, which was doubling as a temporary conference room. She shared the table with Brent, Tyree, Easton, and Reece. The latter sat across from her, a position that she'd intentionally chosen, as the possibility of his thigh or hand brushing hers during the meeting had far too much potential for distraction.
After only a few minutes though, she'd had to reassess that supposition. Because every time she'd looked up, there he was, looking right back at her. Which would have been fine, except that his eyes made her remember the way he'd looked at her naked. And his hands brought back memories of the sensual warmth that spread through her body in the wake of his touch. And his mouth...
Well, she couldn't look at his mouth, because all that did was make her go soft and wet between her legs, and the last thing she needed during her very first partnership meeting was to squirm like a harlot as she tried to battle back a fantasy-induced orgasm.
Once they'd all been seated, Easton had taken point, walking them all through an overview of what they needed to do to formalize the partnership and to make sure the new business ran as planned—and that they were all working toward the goal of increasing profits and repaying the mortgage.
Easton had pulled her aside before they'd begun, and she'd apologized again for breaking their date.
"The night just went kablooey," she said, then explained about the ridiculous job interview. "I would have been terrible company."
