His expression, which is set by a sinister semi-smirk most of the time, contorts to one of confusion. “Stop what?”
“This.” I give his hands a gentle squeeze. “Fussing over me.”
He pulls me to my feet. Wraps his strong arms around me, making me feel so small and delicate. “Don’t fight this battle, Fizzle, because you won’t win.”
I lift a brow. “No?”
He shakes his head slowly. “No.”
I roll my eyes. “Can you at least promise to stop checking my BG every five seconds? No offense, but it’s annoying.”
Jester hugs me closer, molding me against his massive body. His skin is warm and wonderful beneath my hands. “How about everytenseconds?”
“You’re impossible.”
“No shit,” he quips.
Laughing, I give him a peck on the lips. The greedy bastard fists my hair and reclaims my mouth. He backs me up. Walks us around the chair and to the desk. Lifts me. Sets me on the edge and uses his knee to open my legs. As if I need coaxing. When he settles himself between my thighs, I grip his hips as he grinds against me. He tastes of the watermelon we bought yesterday while grocery shopping. Somehow, the flavor suits him, and I can’t get enough. I pull him in closer. Rub myself on the bulge of his erection that’s straining through the material of the sweatpants. It does nothing to relieve the pressure building in my core.
Jester kisses his way up my throat. He’s quick, this one, and snatches my arms. Twists them behind my back. The action thrusts my breasts forward. He holds my wrists together with only one hand and, with the other, traces his index finger along my bottom lip. “Do you want me to fuck you again, Faith?”
“Yes,” I admit, barely able to push out the word.
Each breath is a labor.
He licks the shell of my ear. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
The nip to my neck sends a delicious thrill spiraling through me. “Nah, not good enough. Do better.”
This man is such a brat.
“Jester,” I grind out between clenched teeth. “I belong to Jester.”
“See how easy that was?” His arrogant grin is both infuriating and sexy as sin. And when he licks where he bit me, I can’t hold back a moan as every nerve in my body sparks to life. “And who do I belong to?”
“Me.” I don’t even recognize my voice. It’s a stranger’s voice. Low and husky. I look him dead in the eyes. “You’re mine.”
“Damn right, I am. And I’m going to fuck you right here on this desk so that every time you’re working, you’ll remember how hard I made you come on it.”
“Oh, God, Jester.”
He releases my hands and undresses me. There’s a reverence in the way he removes my clothing. Not that Jester is gentle, because that’s not his style. His body is large and powerful, and behind his cocky grin and playfulness is an edge of savagery. It’s there in the way he pulls me off the desk and spins me around. The slap to my ass makes me gasp, and the grip to the nape of my neck holds me in place.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kicks my legs open, and then the smooth head of his cock rubs along my slit. The wicked tease is followed by his throaty laugh as I push back for more contact. “Like that?”
“Yes.”
He fills me with the tip of his cock before withdrawing. The devilish bastard repeats this again and again as I chase each shallow thrust. Silently begging for more. But he’s not done with his torment. I hitch in a breath when he moves to my ass, and for a tense second, I think he’s going to probe that hole, too. To see how far he can take me. Takeus. Like he did all those years ago. But he doesn’t, and pleasure is a tidal wave that floods me when he drives into my pussy with one torturously slow roll of his hip.
Inch by incredible inch, he fills me, my body stretching to accommodate his size. Until every muscle is taut, and I’m afraid I’ll come undone from the strain. I grip the desk as he rocks in deeper. Harder. Faster. More frantic.
He leans forward to press his chest to my back and whispers in my ear, “You’re my heaven.”
…and I’m done.
I’ve never come from something as simple as words. But Jester’s voice, combined with the length of his dick pulsating inside me, is too much. His fingers find my clit, and oh, God, he lifts me higher. Until sparks light behind my eyes, and my body trembles beneath his expert touch. All thoughts fade, and the world blurs. Nothing matters but us. I rock my hips in time with his, the fit of his dick building a fire inside me.
