Justin’s breath caressed her cheek when he whispered, “Be honest.” He nipped her earlobe, then grabbed it between his teeth. “Are you terrified he’ll find out, or turned on by the idea he might walk in on us?”
The way her pulse tore through her veins and her heart pounded to be free, she wasn’t sure there was a difference. “I’m not answering that.” Her reply was breathy.
“I’ll alleviate your ambivalence.” Justin undid her belt and slacks and pushed her pants to the ground. “He’ll be busy for a while.” He grasped her fingers and pulled her forward.
She stepped out of the clothing pooled around her feet, leaving her shoes behind. A flush of self-conscious warmth spread over her when she realized her shirt was open, leaving her exposed in bra and panties, while Justin was still fully clothed.
He raked his gaze over her, finally landing on her face. “Beautiful,” he said with a smile. “Oh, and I have protection.” He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a condom. “I promise this is only for one night. Our working relationship doesn’t have to be impacted. It doesn’t change my opinion of you.”
“Which is good. I don’t know if I could stand you thinking any less of me.” She kept her tone playful, entertained by his disclaimer-like assurances.
He placed his hands on her hips and guided her, as he stepped backward toward one of the couches in the room. “You’re frustrating as fuck.” He kissed her. “I hate your reasons for being here.” He dropped onto the leather cushions. “But don’t think for a moment I don’t respect you. Intellectually and professionally.” He tugged her waist, prompting her to straddle his legs.
“How do you make that sound enticing?” She draped her arms over his shoulders. He’d addressed most of her concerns, and despite the playful bullet list, she believed he meant every one. None of that made this a smart idea, but she wasn’t going to turn back. There was no point in lying to herself about it.
“I’m that amazing.” He slid his hands up her sides, to cup her breasts, then pinched her nipples through her bra.
She arched her back into the rough touch, grinding her mound against his erection, the hard length teasing her through clothing. She was wet enough the dampness would soak through soon.
He pressed his knuckles into the crotch of her panties, digging into her slit and rubbing against her clit in time to her rocking.
“God. I love that look. Mouth slightly parted, chest heaving—right when you’re about come.” His voice dropped an octave.
She couldn’t manage more than a moan. She wavered on the edge of climax, riding a blade of pleasure but unable to tumble to the other side. He increased his pressure and speed, until stars danced behind her eyelids.
“Stop thinking,” he murmured. “Let go.”
The rest of her world swam out of focus, until his voice was the only thing she heard. His touch the only feeling. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, as orgasm tore through her, making her legs weak and her ears ring.
He eased back but didn’t completely let up stroking. The sensations were too much, but she didn’t want to pull away. She was vaguely aware of him tearing the condom from its package, dragging down his zipper—his fingers still pressing into her—and working his cock free to roll the rubber on.
He shoved her panties aside and dipped the bulbous head of his dick between her folds. “So wet. It makes me want to find out what else turns you on.”
She wouldn’t mind that. She should, but she wasn’t supposed to be thinking.
He dragged his cock along her slit, spreading her juices. “I need to fuck you.”
That sounded brilliant. She raised herself enough to let him in, and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep a cry from escaping when he plunged inside her to the hilt, stretching her out and filling her up.
He set an increasing pace, digging his thumbs into her hips and rocking against her. Each thrust hit the same spot inside, coaxing her toward another peak. When her gasps and sighs grew louder, she clamped down on her tongue, to keep from making too much noise. The bitter taste of copper teased her taste buds, mingling with everything else. She clenched around him when she came again, squeezing his cock. Her head felt like it was filled with feathers.
His steady pounding shifted to hard and rough, skin slapping against skin. His groans became fractured grunts. The noise mingled with the unrelenting pressure, and when he peaked, it drew her orgasm to a dizzying height.
Their frantic rhythm slowed until the only sound in the room were the whir of a computer fan and their sharp attempts to catch their breath.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, struggling to find her voice. She was close enough to the ink decorating his skin that the vivid colors blurred and bled together in a dizzying array. His light touch on her shoulder made her giggle. “That tickles.”
“Are you going to tell me?” he asked.
If she searched back through their conversation, she might find a point of reference, but she wasn’t ready to turn her brain back on. “Hmm?”
“You said you knew why you went home with me.” It figured he remembered that.
“My hell.” She laughed. “You really are all ego.”
“Notallof me.” He thrust his hips, his semi-erect cock nudging her.
“All right. You’re also scary smart, and passionate enough about what you love to sell it. Even if that thing is you.”