This time, I don’t glance away immediately. This time, I notice the way his chest fills out his suit and tapers to his slim waist. The way the fine material drapes over his muscular thighs. I don’t normally find a suit on a guy any more attractive than other clothing, but I guess it depends on the guy. Because twice now, Jackson has worn one for me, and it’s a delicious sight.
I bite my lower lip, remembering the way I got him all hot and bothered before the party began. Wonder if he was serious about that supply closet thing? I enjoy the eye fucking as my gaze trails back up his body. When I reach his eyes, I wink and tilt my head to the side, arching a brow in question.
If a look could growl… The effect has my nipples tingling and my thighs clenching. He looks like he wants to devour me whole. And then he’s moving, buttoning his coat one handed as he stalks toward me.
“Whatcha covering up there, Jax?” I tease when he gets close.
“You’re gonna find out in about two seconds. Come on.” He doesn’t grab me or take my hand, but I’m pulled behind him in a tractor beam of sexual awareness. I glance over my shoulder and find that the rest of the room is paying us no attention. As we enter the hall headed back to the office we almost got busted in earlier, Jackson takes my hand and quickens our pace. He’s hurrying, and the realization does something to me.
We barely make it to the room before Jackson flings open the door with a curse. “Hurry up.”
I’m tugged inside, and my back hits the door as he shuts and locks it behind us.
“Goddamn, Mags. This is gonna be fast and furious. I’ll take my time with you later, but the way you’ve been watching me all night, I can’t wait a second longer.” His mouth heats my neck, and his hands cup my breasts, gliding and gripping down my sides as he trails feverish kisses across my jaw.
“Sorry, not sorry. You look too good in that suit tonight.” I gasp as his fingers trail up the edges of my thighs, dragging my dress with them. “This is insane.”
“It’s hot. Now turn around and put your hands on the door.”
I spin and arch my back like the good girl I am, shoving my ass into the hard length he’s sporting behind that fucking distracting suit. Cool air hits the back of my legs as he flips my skirt up.
His zipper lowering is the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. The rip of the condom package and the sounds of him rolling it on have never been more intoxicating. I arch harder, ready to take whatever he’s got planned, and am rewarded with his hand on my lower back. Hot fingers trace down the crack of my ass and between my legs, making me squirm and search for more friction, pressure.
He trails a finger through my lips, closer to where I want him, and curses. “Fuck, you’re already soaked.”
I fist a hand and bite my knuckles as he dips a finger inside me, then pulls it out, circling my clit in the way he knows I like. Then the thick head of his cock slides through my folds. I thrust back into him, notching him inside. He groans, the sound skittering across my exposed back, and all the fine hairs on my body stand on end. This wanting, thisdesire, isn’t one sided, and it’s a heady feeling knowing he wants me as much as I want him.
“Brace, baby.” He whispers his warning a second before he pushes inside.
“Yes,” I gasp as he bottoms out in one smooth thrust, filling me up in the way only he can.
“Fuck, Mags, you’re so hot. Taking me so well like the good girl you are.”
Jesus Christ. I can’t with his dirty talk. He pulls out, and I meet his next push, rearing back into him. I want more. I want him feral as I meet him thrust for thrust.
Hands grip my waist, yanking me back into his punishing rhythm, each drive hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. I’m so close already.
I slip a hand from the door and splay my fingers over my labia, pressing my palm to my clit, feeling the slick slide of his cock with each drag in and out of me between my fingers. I grind my clit into my palm, and he gasps at the roll of my hips.
Emboldened, I tighten around him, then swivel and press my clit once more. His movements become erratic, ruthless. He grips my ass cheek in a way that I’m sure will leave fingerprints on me.
I peek over my shoulder at him, drawn by the need to see him. He’s unhinged, eyes glued to the place where our bodies are connected, mouth hanging open as he pants with each thrust. He draws that full lower lip between his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure. The sight of him lost in pleasure overwhelms me, cracks something loose, and I combust. My orgasm barrels through me, and I clench around him.
“Fuck,” he groans softly. The sound sends another wave of pleasure through me. Knowing I have thateffect on him is heady. He buries himself deep inside me and freezes, letting me feel each pulse as he comes. Slowly, he drapes his large body across my back, arms coming around to hold me close. His lips are hot on the shell of my ear. And tears prick my eyes.
We are so damn good together, and he’s going to throw it all away. As soon as the thought enters my mind, it’s all I can focus on. I know he’s got this dream, and I suspect it’s something he’s wanted for a very long time. I just wish I were enough to make him want to stay, that having his job here were enough to satisfy that adrenaline rush he needs.
And I selfishly hope he realizes he’s taking a part of me with him. But running away from the heavy is his MO. Has been for as long as I can remember. So I know this hope is a foolish one.
Too soon, he pulls away and disposes of the condom as I right my dress. I duck my head to avoid his gaze because something has shifted in me. I know it’s going to show on my face, and I don’t want to ruin this night.
I’m messing with the hem of my dress when big hands cup my cheeks, forcing my head up. Warm eyes meet mine, searching. Shifting from curious to concern to remorse. Crap, he sees it. But instead of running away, he kisses me. Softly, tenderly, lovingly. He pulls me into his arms and presses my cheek to his chest, strong arms wrapped around me like he doesn’t want to let me go.
The embrace feels like a goodbye. One I’m not ready for because I know it’s going to hurt like a bitch.
Eventually, he loosens his hold, shifting to rub his hands down my arms as he presses a kiss to my forehead.
He inhales like he’s going to say something, and I hold my breath in anticipation. But he exhales without releasing me from the emotional turmoil this little tryst has put me in.
