He plunged into me. I gasped and arched into him, trying to adjust to how fast the man worked, how quickly he took what he thought was his to take. I had to adjust to how quickly my body gave in to the idea too because I already was trying to grab hold of the orgasm that was about to burst out of me. “We have to slow down.”
He fisted my hair and pulled it back so that my neck was exposed. As he dragged his teeth along it, he pumped faster and harder. My legs wrapped around him, wanting him closer. “I intend to keep pace. You can’t control how fast you get off, that’s your problem.”
His rough voice sent shivers down my spine and I almost bucked off the desk when he dragged his hand down my stomach to squeeze the soft spot near my hip. If he didn’t want me to sync with him, fine. I took his words for what they were. We were in this, doing this, feeling this. For ourselves.
Sex with Jett wasn’t about making him feel good, wasn’t about trying to get him to want me.
It was about me. Me getting off. Me feeling good. Me screwing a guy because I wanted to, not because I was making anyone else happy.
The worrying about how I looked on that desk, how my face scrunched in ecstasy, how I might sweat too much, or my hair might not be perfect faded away. Worrying about sex with a man who didn’t care about anything except his own pleasure would have been stupid. With Jett’s lack of interest, my normal concerns died, and I felt more alive.
I screamed into the office. I clawed at his back and took what I wanted. I dug into his muscles, squeezed my legs hard around his ass and met him thrust for thrust. I didn’t wait for him to kiss his way back up to my lips from where he was ravaging my neck, I grabbed his face and brought it to mine. “Kiss me like you mean it for one second, Jett.”
“Just remember I don’t mean a damn thing. I’ll still be only your boss in the morning.”
“Boss of the whole fucking city, but sure,” I shrugged.
“Damn right.” His tongue kept up with our rhythm. His pillowed lips devoured mine and his hands were on my cheeks holding me to him. The kiss barreled me into an orgasm completely unhinged from anything I’d experienced before.
I rode his dick selfishly, milking every ounce of it, feeling my heart beat, my breath panting in and out. He let me set the pace even though he said he wouldn’t. When we stopped, I opened my eyes to take in the lights that shimmered outside and his face as he watched me come down from bliss.
His shirt wrinkled where I clenched it at his chest and his hair stuck up wherever I’d pulled at it. He leaned back and his twilight eyes assessed me. “You good?”
“Does it matter?” I yanked him close by his shirt. “We keep pace, Mr. Stonewood.” I tightened the hold of my legs around him so he pushed back in me.
“You’re still a goddamn knockout, Ms. Blakely. Even under my city’s lights.”
16
Jett
One of mydrivers idled outside Stonewood Enterprises, ready to take Vick home. I watched her evaluate the creases in her dress. Then she grabbed her purse to pull out a compact and smooth back her hair.
She sighed. “Whatever. This will have to do.” She snapped the compact shut and gathered the rest of her belongings.
“The SUV out front is for you.”
She didn’t look at me, just kept putting papers in her bag. “I don’t need a ride.”
“But you’ll take one.”
She slammed her bag shut. “Do we have to keep doing this?”
“Not if you just take the damn ride offered to you.”
“Would you offer anyone else a ride home?”
“Yes. I’d offer everyone a ride home if they were here this late.”
Her whiskey eyes rolled all the way back. Then landed on me. “I’m too tired to argue with you.”
“Then do as I say. We’ll get to that point eventually anyway. This way is faster.”
She swiped her stuff off her desk. “Fine.” She turned on her heel as she hiked her bag onto her shoulder along with her purse. “See you at the meeting tomorrow, boss.”
“Yeah, do me a favor and don’t dress like a damn present that’s begging to be unwrapped.”
Her hair flared out, she spun around so fast. “This outfit is completely professional.”