“Is that a challenge?” she asked quietly. “Because I’d think twice about challenging me.”
His smile widened. “I’m not sleeping with you until you agree that I’m the only one.”
She licked her lips, lowered her leg, and nodded slowly. “Right.” She slid her hand down his button placket until it reached his belt and slowly rubbed him with the base of her wrist through his trousers, up and down.
She heard Gareth’s breathing quicken, but he kept his hands at his sides, staring into her eyes, not moving.
Slowly, she unbuckled his belt. “Can you really resist, Gare? Just to punish me?”
His buckle clicked. His button released. His zipper went down. And slowly, Hazel dropped to her knees. She pulled his pants and briefs with her, but held his gaze, which darkened with every inch she descended. “Is your control really thatgood?” she inquired, licking up his shaft with the flat of her tongue. His cock twitched against her lips, and she heard him exhale shakily. “Because I don’t think so,” she whispered, taking him in her mouth. She sucked the tip in until it touched the roof of her mouth.
“Fuck,” Gareth breathed, digging his hands into her hair. He held her in place as he thrust into her mouth. Hazel continued to look at him as she licked him, gently using her teeth, until Gareth’s legs trembled beneath her palms and his cock twitched uncontrollably. Only then did she abruptly break away and calmly stand.
“So?” she asked quietly. “How’s your contro…”
Gareth’s mouth crashed hard against hers as he pressed her against the door, his hands on her waist, on her breasts, and on her neck.
“You’re evil,” he informed her. “God, I spent the last few minutes before I caught up with you thinking about all the reasons I could fire Simon…but I should have thought ofthis.”
“You shouldn’t fire him. He’s hardworking! In all areas of life.”
“Shut up, Hazel. You’re making me mad again.”
She stroked his strong shoulders. “You had a damn girlfriend until recently and you slept with her. So stop pretending you’re a virgin.”
“I last slept with her months ago. Our schedules were a nightmare.”
“Months ago?” Her pulse fluttered.
“Yes. So tell me you won’t sleep with anyone else but me.”
“No. I can do whatever I want.”
He smiled broadly before kissing her deeply. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll only want to do what I want!”
“Well, our interests happen to overlap right now,” she gasped. “What a happy coincidence.”
He laughed hoarsely. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“You haven’t. You’ve missed this.”
“No. This is just part of it.”
Her heart wanted to expand, but she wouldn’t let it. Sex – it was only sex. She tugged at his shirt, ignoring the fact that one of his buttons flew off, while Gareth ripped the hole in her hose wider, and the next moment, lifted her into his arms. He pressed her against the door, pushed her panties aside, and thrust into her in the next breath. Hazel moaned and bit his shoulder as he began to move inside her. She was so wet and so damn close to her release that he slid in and out of her easily.
But every time her first contractions began, Gareth pulled out and slowed his thrusts until the initial waves subsided and he could start torturing her all over again.
“Stop it!” she whimpered, desperately thrusting her pelvis toward him. “I need…I have to…”
“I’m staking a claim, Hazel,” he whispered against her ear and thrust again, pinning her against the wall. “Sole claim to this.” He pulled out of her before entering her again with a violent thrust. “So say it.”
“Gareth…”
“Say it. Loudly.”
“Oh God, okay. Fine! I won’t sleep with anyone else, Gare! Not while we…while we…” Gareth pressed his thumb to her throbbing core, and she came, as if he were directly rewarding her for her words.
“Good,” he whispered. “And I’ll take that in writing.” Then he drove his cock into her wetness one last time and, groaning, spilled inside her.
