“That’s it, pretty darling. Ride it just like that,” he encouraged me. “Tell me who you’re riding.”
“Mr. Knight.”
He smacked my thigh with his other hand and pinched my clit. I gasped at the pain zinging through my body, but he immediately massaged both areas as he commanded, “My whole name, Mia. Who’s going to make you come all over and leave a mess?”
“Jameson Knight.”
“Whose household do you teach within?”
“Jameson Knight’s.”
“Whose rules do you follow?”
I bit my tongue now. The man knew I needed this. I could hear my own arousal from him sliding his finger in and out, and still he slowed the rhythm. “Jameson, I’m going to act more unprofessional than ever if you don’t let me finish.”
“Say it then. Whose rules do you follow, baby?”
I was going to go wild in a second, I was so close. “Yours, youass.”
He hummed in fucking delight, and then he smiled wide. “Such a little pretty brat when you could just submit for a second. I’m not an ass. I’m Jameson Knight, your boss, and youshould show me some respect. Tell me you’ll listen, Mia. Moan it for me out of that snarky mouth. Then I’ll let you feel it, that high you want so bad.”
I dug my nails into my thighs. “Jameson Knight, your rules are ridiculous half the time.” He started to take his hand away, and I grabbed for his wrist like a fiend. “But I’ll listen. I’ll listen, okay? Please. I’ll listen, Jameson Knight.”
I was rewarded by his fingers sliding back in and curling right into the sweet spot I needed. “That’s it. You feel how soaked this pussy is now?” My eyes drifted shut as the heat built at my center, but he growled, “Eyes on me, Mia. I want your eyes locked on mine with you this wet. I won’t blink, nor do I intend to miss a second of you wild, riding me.”
He said it with promise rather than condescension, like he was seriously considering getting dry eye just to watch every millisecond.
I didn’t understand it. How could I? He never had Valerie look at him. “I’m just a distraction you’re getting rid of,” I whispered, trying to find my way back to sanity, to this meaning nothing, to this being only for pleasure.
He chewed on the corner of his lip like he was holding back more that he had to say and then knelt again. “Yeah, don’t I wish,” I thought I heard him say, but I probably imagined it.
Not that it mattered. His mouth descended between my legs again, and he sucked hard on my clit this time. No more games were being played. When I looked down, he was looking up, meeting my gaze with hunger and intensity that fueled my libido, that fed the girl in me who wanted to be desired, that pushed me over the edge.
I bared down on his face, writhing against him as I got lost in the blue ocean of that stare. I drowned in it and didn’t care about coming up for air because the deep sea of pleasure overtook me, wave after wave. I hit a high I couldn’t control as Iscreamed out and rode his face for minutes or hours. He let me, too. Like he was some sort of gentleman. The complete opposite of what I’d made him out to be in my head.
And he followed that up with holding me there while he took a napkin from the dispenser near his sink and wet it to gently brush over me. His movements were still meticulous and measured but with care rather than authority.
“Jameson, what are you doing?” I frowned at him. He was holding me open even while I tried to close my legs.
“Cleaning you up,” he said, like it was normal.
“But what about you?” I pointed to the tent in his slacks. “We didn’t even—”
“We’re not going to.” His tone was sharp. “A man doesn’t always need to get his after you, Mia. Sometimes all it takes is for a woman to get there.”
“So, we’re done?”
His blue eyes snapped and clashed with mine. “Are you still distracted?”
I stuttered, not sure how to answer. “No. That was great, but—”
“Then you’ll be able to finish your work duties for the day and give Franny your full attention.”
He walked over to the trash can and stepped on a lever to open the lid. He threw the napkin and what felt like our whole connection away in that bin. I jumped with the sound of the can snapping closed.
The tension in the room was back. The darkness, the authority he held over me as my boss. Jameson didn’t want complications, and I was one, that was obvious. So, I moved quickly to snatch up my clothes and slid my panties and skirt on. “I would have been able to finish my duties just fine before all this had I simply been informed of every aspect of this job.”
“You were informed enough,” he said gruffly, looking the other way.
