“Because I’m not sure it will be healthy to work for someone I’m involved with. I feel like it might blur the lines. I like your bossiness in the bedroom, but in the office too? I’m not sure that would be good.”
“I’m not bossy at work.”
I smiled. “Yes, you are, and you know it. You’ll just say anything right now to get your way.”
“I can work on it.”
“I need a little time to think about it all.”
“Fine.”
My smile widened. “You’re cute when you pout.”
“Oh yeah?” Jagger rolled on top of me. “Am I cute when I hold you in place by your throat and use your body for only my pleasure? Because that’s what’s about to happen.”
I hadn’t slept in more than a day, but suddenly my body felt fully invigorated. “No, then you’re sexy.”
He flashed a wicked grin that probably should’ve made me nervous. “Arms up. I need you naked.” Jagger stripped me out of my clothes and took care of his as well. “Bend your knees and spread your legs.”
God, I’d missed this. Missedhim.
Jagger slid down and ran a finger through my center. “Wet for me already?”
“Well, you’ve deprived me for the last two weeks.”
“I have a lot to make up to you then.” He flattened his tongue and licked me from one end to another. It feltlike a million little nerve endings woke up. I arched off the bed, and Jagger pushed me flat to the mattress. “Keep still or I’ll tie your arms and legs down.”
I thought about moving on purpose, but I didn’t have cuffs or rope, and even if I had, those would’ve taken too long. I needed him fast. So instead, I closed my eyes and let them roll into the back of my head as he sucked on my clit. It didn’t take long before I was panting. Digging my hands into Jagger’s hair, I moaned. “Please, I need you.”
“Fuck…” Jagger crawled up my body. “Say that again.”
“Please, I need you.”
He held my gaze as he pushed inside me in one rough thrust.
I gasped. “More.”
Jagger wrapped a hand around my neck, his long fingers curling and almost meeting at the back, and then he squeezed—not tight enough to restrict my breathing, but so I felt completely at his mercy. He leaned close to my ear and murmured, “Don’t come.”
“No! You can’t—”
My words were lost when he pulled out almost to the tip and slammed back in again. Then he slowed, stroking his cock in and out, rubbing against the tender spot he’d found on our first night together. When I let out a mewl, he leaned in again. “Do. Not. Come.”
Somehow I’d gone from a woman who was unable to have an orgasm with a man to a woman who couldn’t stop herself from having one. I was on the edge, so I decided he should be too and squeezed my muscles tight.
Jagger groaned. “Playing dirty. I like it.” He ducked his head and caught my nipple between his teeth. Tugging, he bit down almost to the point of pain. It sent a lightningbolt shooting through me, and my body started to pulsate. I should’ve known better than to challenge him.
“Christ…” He looked down at me, his eyes caressing my face, moving over his hand around my throat. “You look so beautiful right now. You look like mine.”
“I am yours. I have been since the first day we met.”
That did it. Jagger smashed his lips to mine. His hand at my neck fell away, and he kissed me until I was breathless. What had started as hot and rough slowed to beautiful and intimate. He glided in and out tenderly and pulled back to look into my eyes.
“Come with me, beautiful. Come with me.”
Jagger linked his fingers with mine and pulled my arms up over my head. He stared into my soul as my orgasm rolled through my body like a warm wave.
“Jagger,” I breathed.
