“Jason,” I sigh.
“Get ready to do that a lot,” he murmurs. “The game is officially on.” He rubs against my clit for emphasis. “Be prepared to clear your schedule. First, I’ll tongue your pussy to see what you like. Then, I’m going to take my time fucking you so you can feel all of me. Every. Single. Inch. Understand?”
My head falls back on his shoulder. “Damn, Jason. Why is your mouth so dirty?”
He dips his head; his lips graze my jaw “Because you like my dirty, fucking mouth.”
Jason’s tongue teases my lips. I drop my head back more to accept his kiss. I never thought I’d like kissing a man with a beard, but Jason makes it worth it. I mewl against his mouth when his thumb dips under my bra to tease my nipple. Forgetting the paper, I hook my arm behind his neck to get more of his kiss. My body is warm with sexual frustration. I need him to move his other hand. It’s maddening feeling his fingers just pressed against the damp panel of my panties. I crave friction.
“Touch me,” I beg between kisses. I rock my hips to make my desires known.
“No.”
Never have I ever been so irked by one word. Frustrated, I attempt to pull away, but Jason just turns me to face him then continues his maddening kisses. Both hands grab my ass, his erection pokes my belly, and his tongue melts my frustrations. I sigh my surrender and lock my fingers in his hair. I wish I could live in his kisses.
Too soon, he breaks the kiss, eyes alit with dirty, dirty thoughts.
“Get out,” he grits as he lets me go.
“What?” My brain his still hazy from his ambrosia.
“I said get out of my office,” he begins as he stands and unzip his pants. I watch mesmerized at the sight of him adjusting his erection. “before I take off your clothes and make you miss your lunch with Chloe.”
On the way back to the table, each step feels hollow because my entire body wants to be naked and underneath Jason.
Chloe smiles at me over the thick mozzarella stick. Some of the marina sauce drips onto her plate before she bites it. The cheese stretches deliciously making my mouth water. It hasn’t completely killed my horniness, but my stomach grumbles its reminder of my missed lunch.
I dunk a stick in the sauce and moan around the crunchy, cheesy goodness. It’s legit one of the best cheese sticks I’ve ever had.
“Calm down, it’s not Jason,” Chloe teases while dragging his name in that annoying way children do when teasing each about crushes.
“Shut it. I’m hungry.”
I pluck a hot wing out the sampler basket and continue to eat as if I wasn’t willing to get naked with Jason a mere few minutes ago.
Chloe leans in, putting her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her hand.
“Seeing him was well worth the drive and extra calories. Are you ready for him? He seems very…knowledgeable.”
My laugh is breathier than normal. “I hope so.”
Chewing on a slice of fried jalapeno, Chloe’s perfect eyebrows furrow and her lips pucker thoughtfully.
“If the kiss I watched outside is any indication, he’s about to have you clawing at everything. I just hope you don’t pass out. He’s gorgeous, B.T.W.”
Jason slides up to us, looking devilishly fine for no damn reason.
“Day drinking, ladies?” Jason places a flight of margaritas on the table. “We’re testing new flavors.”
“That’swhy you taste like tequila and lime.”
“Yeah, but I’m positive you enjoyed it.”
I feel myself blush while Chloe giggles. I did enjoy it—too much.
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