Foreplay with the Boss: Billionaires of Boston

25. Kat

This was supposed to just be a preview for tonight. I didn’t plan on having sex in Jameson’s office, and I was trying to remind myself it was a bad idea while my body told my brain to shut the hell up.

Common sense didn’t matter anymore, anyway. We’d already reached the point of no return.

The tantalizing pressure was building, a floaty sensation was winding through my body and making me feel lighter, and just when I was about to get that rush of euphoria, Jameson stopped his movements and pulled back.

A whimper escaped, edged with need and lust and holy shit I needed the friction. But when I went to roll my hips, Jameson reached up and gripped my side, keeping me from following through—it was unfair that he could stop the movement with just one hand.

“Hop up there on the edge of my desk.”

“But I’m so close…” I tried to roll my hips again and his fingers dug harder into my side.

“I know. We’re going to call this payback. Now be a good girl,” he said, using the tone I’d used on him earlier, “and hop up on that desk for me.”

Pushing my lips out in a pout, I climbed off him. He arched both of his eyebrows, and I perched on the edge of his desk.

“Spread your legs.”

My rapid pulse hammered through my head and I did as instructed. He rolled his chair closer and then he kissed the inside of my thigh.

I bit my lip.

He kissed the inside of my other thigh, a little higher. Another whimper fell from my lips, along with a plea. “Jameson, please.”

“Well, if I could touch you…”

“You can. I don’t care about the stupid rules. Just forget them.” “Sorry, but I’ve learned my lesson. No touching.”

Frustration and anticipation made a heady mix, and I was pretty sure I was going to explode. He’schoosing now tobesensibleabouttherules?

“Except with my tongue.” He slowly licked up my center, and I gripped the edge of his desk. The contrast of his wet tongue and the sheer, textured fabric rubbing against me made the room spin.

If this was payback, I was going to do more things wrong.

I drove my fingers through his hair and tugged, and he rewarded me with a flick of his tongue. He looped his finger into the scrap of fabric covering me and moved it aside, then he licked and sucked and teased until I was literally begging for release.

He held me right on the edge, a frozen few seconds of time where I was floating, floating…Then I was free-falling, waves of pleasure turning my body into a liquid puddle of satisfaction.

Jameson yanked the tie off his arm, then he stood and spun me around, my back meeting his front. He ran his hands over my shoulders, down my sides, back up to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples.

I pressed back into him, and he made a low noise in the back of his throat that took my need to have him inside me to a whole new level.

I heard the crinkle of a wrapper, and then the torn gold package hit the floor.

His hand came around my throat and his lips sunk into my ear lobe. “This evening you proved that you’ve nearly mastered being more assertive and saying what you want. Now I think it’s time to teach you to be better at following instructions.”

A pleasant chill ran down my spine. “Put your hands on the desk.”

I braced my hands on the cool, shiny wood.

“I’m not sure where to start.” He slowly slid my thigh-high hose down my legs, one and then the other. Instead of standing, like I expected him to, he remained bent down, but I wasn’t sure why until I felt his teeth sink into the flesh of my right cheek.

I gave a little squeal as I automatically pulled away.

“Did I tell you to move?” He smacked the spot he’d kissed and then hauled my hips back to his body.

I felt him tug on my thong. He didn’t bother removing it like I thought he would. Just shoved it aside and then dragged the head of his penis back and forth over my slick entrance, drawing out the anticipation to the torturous level.

“Tell me again about how you missed my cock,” he said.

“I missed it so much. I missed the length and the width and the way it hits that spot deep inside that nothing else can touch.” I cried out as he pushed into me, hitting the exact spot I was talking about.

His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust into me, again, and again, and….

Oh, God, again.

I circled higher and higher, not sure how much longer I could take it while never wanting it to end.

His skin slapped against mine in the most intoxicating way, and the heat building between us was reaching incendiary levels. “Remember when I had you show me how you liked to be touched?”

I nodded, and he drove one hand into my hair. He gripped it in his fist and tugged so that my back arched even more, his next thrust going even deeper.

“Touch yourself now. Just like you did the other night.”

I slid my hand down and found the pulsing bundle of nerves that were already swollen and tender from when he went down on me. When I circled my clit, my walls hugged him tighter, amping up the delicious sensations already coursing through my body.

“Jameson…I’m so close…” One last, deep thrust tipped me right over the edge, and I pushed back against him as I came around him, the world spinning completely out of focus.

I thought I was going to fall, but then Jameson pulled me up against him, one strong arm around my chest as he finished. His breath cooled the damp skin at my neck, and then he turned me to face him.

He bent his head and gave me a long, languid kiss that made my knees go weak again. “That…” He pressed his forehead to mine. “That was almost worth going without for a week— not that I’m saying I want to try it again.”

I noticed that his pants were still pooled around his ankles, his shoes and socks on, and it made me smile. We’d gotten so carried away that he hadn’t bothered to finish undressing. The fact that I could do that to him was intoxicating, and I felt power drunk as well as fully sated, and I wanted to live in this moment forever.

He blew out a long exhale. “Now that we got that out of our systems, I can actually enjoy dinner.”

I didn’t know if that was a hint that he wanted to dispense with the cuddling and leave, and a knot formed in my gut. Tonight was the most erotic thing that’d ever happened to me, blowing any scene in any of the books I’d read out of the water.

I should just be happy and satisfied and check it off as a win. And yet, I couldn’t help but want a little bit more.

Jameson pulled up his pants and then handed me my bustier. “So, where would you like me to take you for dinner?”

My heart swelled and I told myself to be cool, but the grin stretching my lips felt anything but. “We’re going to dinner?”

“Hell yeah we’re going to dinner. Some minx came in here and fucked my brains out, and I’m starving.”

I slipped my clothes on over the racy underwear that was such a good idea, no matter how uncomfortable during the day, and then leaned in for a kiss. I loved the way Jameson automatically pulled me closer and took his time to properly kiss me.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. “From now on, I fully encourage touching at work, as long as no one can see.”

A wicked glint hit his eye. “So, so many ideas. You clearly have no idea how creative I can be.”

It should worry me, and common sense should also come knocking right now. But all that I experienced was excitement over how much fun we were going to have, and the thought that I should make sure to enjoy it while it lasted.