She reached the desk, and he rested a hand on her hip. She drew in a sharp breath. Heat lingered everywhere he touched her. Where would they take this?
“You look fantastic today, Ms. McAllister,” he whispered in her ear from behind her. “I’m so glad you came by my office.” His hand made a slow trail over her shoulder and down her back. Lower. “You have a glorious ass,” he muttered. “Last night when I came home, I got myself off in the shower imagining you against this desk, bare for me.”
She could see him in his shower, his huge body shakingas he stroked himself. A rush of pleasure ran through her, and she moaned.
He traced the curve of her rear and continued down until he found the slit of her skirt. His hand touched the inside of her thigh, and she gasped. His laugh was soft and low.
“You’ve been wearing skirts like this all week,” he said, reaching higher. “You know what I’ve been wondering? If I can just lift a skirtlike this up whenever I want you, or if you’d have to take it off.”
He inched her skirt up until his hand was between her legs.Please, just a little more.No. She wasn’t going to beg.
“Looks like I got my answer,” he said, moving her panties aside. “And you’re already so wet.”
He played with her. Her head sank and she braced herself on his desk, legs shaking as his fingers teasedand tempted.
“You’ve spent the last week telling me what you think I should do and how I should do it,” he said. “And you seem to like that. I wonder how far you’re willing to go to convince me.”
Jackson closed her eyes, letting his hand and his voice fill her. She’d never fully understood the appeal of role-playing before. But whatever this was that they were doing right now was reallygetting her going. Her breasts tingled, aching to be touched.
“Are you willing to suck my cock?” he asked. “Because I’d agree to just about anything to have your soft, wet mouth around it again.”
Oh, God. Her heart was pumping hard, and her words were stuck in her throat. What was wrong with her? She’d never truly want her job to depend on sucking off her boss. So why did playing likethis with Cameron turn her on? Because she knew he’d never really force her? Something about this set her free to explore this scene, and she wasn’t going to try to make sense of it.
“Is that what you want from me, Mr. Blackmore?” she asked. “You want me ready and willing when you ask for something?”
His fingers left her, and he pulled her hips back against his erection and gave a slow,teasing thrust. He pressed his lips on the back of her neck.
“You know what I like, Jackson,” he whispered. “And there’s no one else I want it from.”
Jackson. When he spoke her name, the game shifted into something else. She turned around and met his eyes. For a moment, neither of them moved. Raw heat blazed from him, something real and vulnerable. This was more than just getting eachother off on dirty fantasies. A part of this was real for him, too. And she had no idea what to do with that.
“I’d like to give you whatever you want, Mr. Blackmore,” she said, soft and husky.
Whatever was in his look just moments before disappeared. Lust sharpened his expression.
“Then get on your knees and give it to me.”
He let go of her and eased back against his desk, spreadinghis legs a little, watching her the whole time. She knelt down on the floor in front of him. Thank goodness his office was carpeted. Jackson unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His erection surged forward, straining against his boxer briefs.
“Take it out,” he whispered.
She slipped her hands under his waistband and pulled it down, revealing his cock, huge and ready. She trembled,fighting to take this slowly, to tease out all the pleasure they could get from their little game. She closed her hand around him, and he let out a low groan.
“Is this how you like it, Mr. Blackmore?”
“Hell, yes,” he bit out.
She smiled and put her mouth on his tip. She teased him with her tongue and her lips and then took in a little more.
He seemed to love this kind of play,having her push the limits of his control and then doing the same to her. It had been that way back at his apartment, and she’d loved being the one who got him off. Today they were playing that she was the only one he wanted to do these things with. Which was even better.
She experimented with her teeth as his knuckles grew whiter on the edge of the desk. His hisses of pleasure grew louderuntil he thrust once in her mouth.
“That’s enough,” he choked, urging her head back.
He helped her to her feet. Were they still playing? She didn’t care anymore. All she could think about was him sinking inside of her, again and again. She was still fully dressed, and so was he, aside from his erection jutting out at her, calling for attention.
“You like this part of your job, Ms.McAllister?” he whispered. “You like driving a man like me to the point where all I can think about is coming inside of you?”
