Right there with her, I grip the sides of her hips as she lowers herself, and my head pops past the ring of muscle. I struggle to hold still as she keeps on going and going until her round ass settles against my thighs. And fuck, shit, fuck, she’s hot, snug, and slippery wet. I inhale through my nose, trying to maintain a modicum of control.
But it feels too good, and it’s been forever; going slow isn’t an option. My fingers grip the cheeks of her ass, and my hips shoot up again and again.
“Yesss!” With her hands braced against my chest, she rides me like a rodeo cowgirl, wildly bucking on top of me, gorgeous and sexy, bringing me to the perilous edge of an early ending.
I press the pads of my fingers to her clit and massage her in circles until she tightens and clenches, sucking me in deeper. Her neck arches, and I crunch up to graze a stiff nipple with my teeth.
“Jasper…oh…oh…” And then she’s coming, her head thrown back, her mouth open and gasping, her cries climbing in pitch as she shudders and clenches all around me.
I flip us over…
And drive into her with tilted thrusts, harder, deeper, and faster. I push up onto my hands, planting them firmly on the mattress to gain more force. She wraps her legs around my waist, her contractions squeezing. My vision blurs, going dark on the verge of passing out as a snarling climax rips my heart out of my chest and sucks the wind from my lungs.
STUCK IN TRAFFIC, I SLIDE on my shades and lower the sun visor.
After Stiles left at two o’clock in the morning with a soft kiss on my lips and a firm reminder for me to lock up and set the alarm, I lay in bed with my thoughts all over the place. The night had been spectacular, but I was beyond curious about what would had been so bad to make a man who seemed to love sex and was awesome at it go years without.
For all his lack of expression, the pain of whatever happened slipped past the mask. It was there in the depth of his eyes. I knew he had issues. I knew no one could be that distant without a reason. But whatever it was, Stiles wasn’t sharing.
Not that it mattered. Our fling was a one-time thing. He’d made that clear.No plans. No expectations. No emotional ties. No commitment.That suited me just fine, except I’d be lying if I said one night of Stiles had been enough.
The traffic finally eases, and I make it to the office before nine, dreading the aftermath of the Friar fiasco. I’ve barely secured a workstation when I get the summons.
“Good morning.” I enter Athena’s office. She’s standing at the window, dressed in a white tunic with sheer, wide sleeves like angel wings. She turns; her pensive frown is the only crease in her flawless face.
“Sit.” She gestures to the guest chair but remains standing. “Brett called me last night to exalt your greatness.”
“I’m glad he was pleased despite the rocky start.”
“He was, but he asked about Talon’s loyalty and questioned whether he could be trusted.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Brett suggested the presentation screw-ups might have been intentionally orchestrated. Talon stands by his innocence and the claim that you messed up, and he saved you.”
I spread my fingers to stop them from curling into my palms. “It was an embarrassing situation. I take full responsibility.”
“I know you do. But I can’t have Brett thinking there’s a personal feud on the project that could impact the work.”
“I agree. I just don’t understand where he’s getting this from.”
“Apparently, his security consultant doesn’t trust Talon.”
Stiles—damn him.
“I don’t know what to believe,” Athena continues. “I have never seen you fumble a presentation or miss important details.” Her eyes regard me with speculation. “Are you protecting Talon?”
“I’m protecting the project. Does Brett want him off?”
“Yes. But if Talon intentionally sabotaged your presentation, I will fire him.”
“If you do that, we’ll fall behind on Brett’s aggressive schedule. I know retail, and so does Dorian, but not like Talon.”
“I don’t give a damn about his knowledge. I won’t tolerate disloyalty from any member of this team. I made that clear to Talon. I will toss him out on his ass and not think twice.”
“I’m asking you not to do that, Athena. We have no proof that Talon did anything wrong. He and I will work together to turn out a phenomenal project. You can assure Brett of that.”
“You better know what you’re doing.” She waves me away with a floaty-armed shoo. “I have to call Brett back and settle him down.”
