24. Jameson

Idon’t knowwhat it was about sitting on an airplane for a few hours that sucked the life out of you, but it always did. I thought it wouldn’t be a big thing to come straight from the airport to the office, but my muscles ached and hours of work still spread before me, and all I wanted to do was lean back in my chair and catch a nap. Preferably one in the eight-hour range.

At the knock on the door, I groaned, not wanting to deal with one more thing. Only when I called out for whoever it was to come in, Kat stepped through the door. Suddenly every part of me was alert and ready to go.

The click of the lock as she engaged it made my heart thump hard in my chest.

“Here’s how this is going to work…” She reached over and tugged the cord that closed the blinds. Then she undid the top button on her shirt. “There’s no touching at work. We made that rule.”

“You made that rule,” I said, and she paused her attempt to undo the next button.

“Are you arguing with me? Because then I’ll just go.” She spun and took a step toward the door.

“Okay, no touching and no arguing.” That came out way too desperate, but right now I felt pretty fucking desperate. “Now turn around and finish what you started.”

She slowly turned back around and tilted her head like she was thinking real hard about it.

“Kat.”

“Jameson.” A wicked smile curved her deceptively sweet lips. She came closer, undoing a button with each step and then she slipped the shirt off and let it fall to the floor.

I stared, unabashedly, taking in every detail, from her overflowing breasts to whatever those things were that was holding the sexy thing together—I hadn’t gotten nearly a good enough look at them earlier.

“Are you going to be good?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Probably not.” I was already calculating how many seconds it’d take to shoot out of my chair, grab her hand, and yank her to me before she could realize the kind of trouble she was in.

“This is part of your punishment for leaving me without your cock for an entire week. Do you really think you can afford to get into more trouble?”

“Probably not,” I said again, “but that’s never stopped me before.”

She tsked and shook her head. “Guess the skirt is staying on, then. Too bad because this thong I’m wearing barely has enough fabric to qualify as underwear.”

“Take off the skirt,” I growled.

She slowly reached for the zipper of the skirt. She inched it down halfway and then locked gazes with me. “Remember, no touching. Or the game will be over.”

I curled my hands around the arms of my chair and narrowed my eyes so she knew that I wasn’t a fan of her terms, but that only made her smile wider.

Pretty sure it was why she also shimmied out of her skirt, torturing me with every sexy little movement. Holyfuckingshit.

She took a step closer but remained just out of swiping distance.

“Is that outfit my punishment? Having to stare at you in it, but not being able to get my hands on you and feel it for myself?” I’d play her little game for now because the lust flooding my body and mixing in with frustration was oddly intoxicating. But by the end of the night, this woman was going to be bent over my desk and begging for mercy.

“It’s half punishment, half be a good boy and I’ll reward you.” She stepped closer, within my reach, and while I’d decided to play her game, it still took all my willpower to keep my hands on the armrests.

“Good. Keep your hands right there and we can have some fun. As I mentioned, I’m very serious about you not touching me.”

Wait.What?

She bent, giving me a prime view of her fantastic tits and unknotted my tie. Then she slowly slid it free and used it to secure my right hand to the armrest. “Just to keep you from forgetting it needs to stay there.”

“That’s fine. I can do a lot with one hand tied behind my back—or to my chair.”

She shook a chiding finger at me as she clicked her tongue. “Not if you want the show to keep going.”

The phone rang and she jumped. “Just ignore it,” I said.

She frowned at the still-ringing atrocity. “I thought that everyone had left for the day.”

“That’s why the calls are sent straight to my line. It’s fine. It’ll just go to voicemail.”

She glanced from the phone to me, then back to it. “Maybe I should answer it.”

“Do not answer it. Whatever it is can wait a few minutes.”

“A few minutes? Here I thought this was going to take a while.” She tapped a finger to her lips, then lifted the receiver and gave the caller a chipper greeting. She looked at me, and if she handed it to me, I didn’t care who it was, I was going to tell them to fucking call back later. “He’s a little tied up at the moment. Can I take a message?”

She spun, giving me full view of her ass, that tiny red triangle of fabric highlighting it in a way that made every last drop of blood flow south. She hung up, her cheeks flushed pink. “That was rather exhilarating now, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know what kind of monster I created, but I’m not sure whether to be scared or turned on.”

“A little bit of both.” She straddled my chair, brushed her lips across mine, and then sucked on my neck as she went to undoing my buttons. I reached for her with my free hand, hooking my hand behind her knee, and she smacked my hand and pulled away.

“Kat,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “You’re driving me fucking insane.”

“Oh no, you’re not quite at the insane level yet. But you’ll get there soon.” She cupped me over my pants and I arched into her touch, wanting more—needing more.

She squeezed, ripping a guttural groan from my throat. “Are you going to keep your hands to yourself?” she asked.

I nodded, even though I had no intention of doing so.

She went to remove my shirt, but it snagged on the tie, so she undid the knot, tossed my shirt aside, and then retied my arm to my chair.

“Turnabout is fair play,” I warned, “and I’m going to make you pay for this later.”

She undid my zipper and tugged my pants down, then she climbed onto my lap, her damp heat dragging across my achingly-hard dick. She moved her lips next to my ear and gently bit at the lobe. “Bring it.”

She sunk farther onto me and rolled her hips, and I rocked against her. Her moan and the way she shuddered on top of me turned the blood in my veins to a raging fire that was ready to consume me and her and anything else that got in our way.

I lifted my hand, needing to yank down that top and see more of her, and she paused her movements, a scolding expression replacing the blissed-out one. “Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time?”

“Undo it.”

“Undo your restraints? I don’t think so.”

“Undo your top. The rules say I can’t touch you, but they don’t say anything about using my mouth.” I dipped my head and ran my tongue over where I could see her nipple peeking through the fabric. Her head lolled back, and she made a sexy whimper noise. She braced her hands on my shoulders as she brought her half-lidded eyes back to mine. “Now, undo. Your. Fucking. Top.”

Her ample chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, and I could feel her panties grow damper, which made me grow harder, and holy fuck, sparks of light were dancing across my vision.

She gripped the zipper on the side and with each inch it lowered, more of her breasts spilled out, just begging for attention. I licked across her collarbone, over the swells of her breasts and after she’d tossed the fabric away, I circled her nipple with my tongue, flicking the hard bud.

She writhed against me and I wound my free arm around her, holding her to me as I thrust against her, the tiny scrap of fabric annoying and tantalizing at the same time. I captured her mouth with mine, taking my time to explore every inch of her mouth and stroke her tongue.

I felt her muscles tighten and knew she was just on the edge, and she was about to learn that Jameson Stone followed through with his payback threats.

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