“Nothing major,” he added, letting the skirt fall to the floor before he lifted me up and settled me down on my back on the couch. “I should’ve had a few broken ribs,” he continued, positioning himself above me. His hands were on either side of my face, bracing himself while my mouth went dry at the thought of Jonah in a hospital.
“But I got lucky. This time,” he said, as he parted my thighs with his knee while he trailed kisses down my neck. My head was at the end of the sofa, I gasped when he reached out and grabbeda fistful of my hair, yanking my head slightly beyond the edge of the sofa, which exposed more of my throat. He dipped his head, and sucked on my neck, grazing with his teeth at the end. I let out a whimper, before Jonah unzipped his pants and fetched his cock out.
Kneeling over me, Jonah pumped his cock a few times with one hand.
I glanced dubiously at the door. It was closed but not locked, and Kacie was just outside. Jonah leaned down and nuzzled my nose.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “No one’s going to interrupt us,” he said, kissing me quickly. He pulled out a foil packet from his back pocket before putting it on himself.
“So I race, because when I’m at that speed, turning corners at high speeds,” his cock was at my entrance, “I can forget about you.” He paused, thrusting into me easily because of how wet I was. A moan fell out of my mouth before I could stop it. “I get my one raw moment of peace even if it comes at a high risk.”
The image of him getting hurt, taking risks, made me want to hold him tight and never let go.
Wrapping my legs around his back, I let him take me. I welcomed every dominant, possessive thrust of Jonah in me, watching his expression as he pumped into me, lust etched all over his face.
He wasn’t thinking straight, and if I wanted him calmer, I needed to be what he wanted from me at this moment.
“Watching you leave work every evening this week without seeing you was unbearable,” he said, thrusting deeper, as though his stress would reduce the harder he pummeled into me. I clenched around his cock, feeling the pressure build up while he groaned.
He took my mouth in a filthy, passionate kiss. I kissed him back passionately, wishing I could give him anything to take away that look of pained frustration he wore today.
My hands went down to where we’re joined, and Jonah moved faster. My brain felt fuzzy as he thrust harder, my skin hot and feverish while he fucked me. My fingers worked my clit and Jonah gave me a grunt of approval. “Yes,” he breathed out, watching me as I touched myself. A part of me wanted to feel him under my hands too, and I tried to take my hands away to run through his hair when he stopped me with a shake of his head. “No, chase your release too, princess.”
It was the first time he’d called me princess in this office. Something about his words and his desire to see me come touched me, and I moved my fingers faster, feeling him as he moved in and out of me.
I barely had time to think about how I suddenly wasn’t scared to be doing this here, in his office, when my orgasm was right there, shattering me with how sudden and unexpected it was. I cried out just as Jonah covered my mouth with his hand while my orgasm wrecked me.
This time I drew my hands away from my clit and wrapped them around the back of Jonah’s neck.
“How was that?” he asked, his voice gruff.
I laughed. “Fabulous, my prince,” I said, with a teasing smile. Then, with slow movements, Jonah fucked me slowly, while his eyes made full contact with mine. Soon, his forehead pinched with urgency and he gripped my hips, uttering a new kind of groan while his body tensed, and in a moment, he was spilling into the condom.
In a second, he dropped down to my chest, resting on me briefly before looking back at me with something like euphoria in his eyes. He bent over me, giving me a slow kiss before hepushed himself off and stood up, and walked off to dispose the condom in the trash.
He was still breathing heavily when he came back to clean me up, his pants zipped up, and a paper towel roll in his hand while he gestured for me to lie down.
I watched him clean me up, and then he helped me stand up. I looked up at him, not letting his hand go while he led me back to the desk. “Jonah, I don’t care if high speeds are the only thing that makes you feel alive. I care about you. And I’m not going to sit around pretending that you dying in a crash is just a normal risk.”
“I see,” he said, meeting my eyes with a dark look of his own, before he reached over to the desk where we’d left my bra. Putting my bra on me, he turned me around to clasp the buttons at the back. I liked how he made sure I was dressed first before he took care of himself. I savored one lingering, hungry caress of his fingers over my sensitive nipple before he stepped away to find the rest of my clothes.
When he gave them to me, I was hobbling on one leg, trying to put my leg through my underwear, when Jonah spoke.
“Four p.m. tomorrow. You’re coming up here to my office and we’re having sex. Every day.” After pressing a kiss to my lips, he turned around and walked back to his desk, picking his shirt up and putting it back on.
I stared at his back, my agreement ready on my lips, before I stopped myself. Why was I so frustratingly weak around this man?
An idea occurred to me.
“Promise me you’ll stop racing when you’re stressed,” I called after him. “And then I’ll come.”
He stopped and gave me an inscrutable look. Then finally, the tips of his lips curved up.
“Done,” he said.
I swallowed as the reality of what we were doing hit me. Were we really going to have sex in his office every day?
Then reality hit me. Jonah had gottenexactlywhat he’d asked me for just days ago, back when I’d turned him down in this very office.
