Chapter 27 #2
He leaned down and stole my moans with his kiss, exploring my mouth and stealing my breath for his own. He pressed his thumb against my clit, and I writhed beneath him. He applied more pressure before letting up, the whisper of his touch pushing me closer.
“Jackson,” I whispered, drawing out his name as I bucked my hips. “That feels so good.”
“I can tell.” The cockiness in his tone was warranted, as this man knew exactly how to touch me.
My pleasure began to crest as my toes curled in anticipation. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive. Every stroke of his finger held the power to unlock the deepest recesses of my desire, leaving me more vulnerable than ever.
The moment I started to chant his name, he withdrew his hand. “Not yet” was all he said as he shifted and pressed himself inside me. I barely had time to be frustrated before my body stretched to accept him, the fullness eliciting a wave of pleasure to ricochet through me.
“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned, his breaths long and steady. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
He linked our fingers together and held my hands above my head, his grip tightening with every thrust and swivel of his hips. The friction of him against my clit summoned my waning orgasm back to life, but before I tipped over the edge, he pulled out of me and moved to lie behind me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He pushed my leg forward and slammed back inside me, stealing my next breath. He buried himself as deep as he could, gripping on to my waist and anchoring me to him.
“I like this position,” he whispered in my ear, the warmth of his breath cascading over my neck as goose bumps erupted across my entire body. Delicious shivers ran down my spine as our bodies fell into a tandem rhythm.
I dug my nails into his thigh as I pushed back against him, needing more. I wanted to demand he fuck me harder, but I let him take the lead.
Every time he thrust deep and slow, I quivered.
And every time he claimed me hard and fast, I could barely catch my breath.
Every muscle in my body started to contract when he drew circles over my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure to tip me over.
He rocked his hips as I climbed higher and higher, flutters taking flight deep in my belly.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “Just like that.” My voice was barely above a whisper as he continued at the perfect pace. I dug my nails deeper into his leg as I fell from the ledge, trapping the air in my lungs as I splintered apart.
I couldn’t think about anything at that moment. All I could do was submit to the pleasure. When I finally began to relax, Jackson withdrew and turned me onto my back once more, the warm weight of his body trapping me beneath him.
“I’m not done with you yet.” The smokiness in his voice made my blood sizzle.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you.
” He angled his hips as he pumped into me, slow at first, but within minutes, his breathing stuttered.
I wrapped my legs around him and scored my nails down his back. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Do that again.”
His muscles twitched beneath my fingertips.
A long hiss escaped his lips as he drove into me faster and faster, his arms flexing with the weight of his impending release.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he shouted out my name, slamming into me one last time.
A moment later, he slowly swiveled his hips as he picked his head up to look at me. “I never could have imagined.”
“That it could be that good?” I asked.
He nodded, the intensity in his stare making me grin with a hint of arrogance. “I hoped it would be that good. Thank God I was right, especially if we’re only going to do it this one time.”
“One time? What do you mean?” He raised himself up on his forearms, creating a small space between our bodies.
“Oh, you’re right. Not one time, just one night. So, take your fill of me,” I teased, “because come tomorrow, I go back to being your employee.” I hated every word I said, but there was no way we could continue sleeping together.
Jackson scrunched his face as if I’d offended him. He pulled out of me and sat back on his haunches, resting his hands on his thighs. I had to remind myself to look at his face and not at his dick.
“You’ll work for me regardless.”
“Regardless of what?”
“Regardless of whether we’re having sex or not.”
“Are we?”
“Are we what?” he asked.
I took a moment to compose myself, wanting to ask the right question.
I motioned between us. “This wasn’t a onetime thing? You want to do it again?”
“It should be a onetime thing, Sophie. But there’s no way I can see you every day and not touch you again. I’d go crazy.”
“Oh.” I moved to sit up, pulling a pillow to rest over my lap.
As my brain registered his words, my heart swelled with excitement.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thrilled that Jackson wanted to continue whatever was happening between us even though I didn’t know the logistics or if it could even work.
“Why? Do you want to stop?” A hint of disappointment clipped the edge of each word.
“No,” I rushed to say, likely too eagerly. “But how is this going to work? You’re my boss. You pay me.”
“Yeah, that’s what a boss does.”
“Won’t that be weird if we’re sleeping together?”
“It’s not like I’m going to give you a paycheck after every time we have sex.
If that was the case, you’d probably end up with more money than me.
” He chuckled, a sound that wasn’t lost on me.
It had been a rare occasion for me to witness any kind of amusement from him, but lately, I’d been seeing his lighter side more and more.
I tossed the pillow at him. “Not funny.”
“Seriously, though, I don’t see a problem. You’ll do your job, and then we can have fun afterward.”
“It’s that easy?”
“Yep.”
“Okay,” I said resolutely. “Then are you going to tell your team we’re messing around?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s none of their business,” he responded, a tiny crease forming in the center of his brows.
“I think they would beg to differ.”
Jackson hopped off the bed and removed the condom, tossing it in a nearby wastebasket. “Like I said, it’s not their business.”
The last thing I wanted to do was argue over something I didn’t know was true or not.
He knew his guys better than I did, so I didn’t press any further.
He stretched his arms to the side, then moved them behind him and arched his back, letting out a soft growl.
He finished by cracking his neck from side to side before rolling his torso in such a way that I was entranced.
“What?” he asked, looking at me strangely.
“That was the sexiest stretch I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“That turned you on?” He approached the bed with a huge grin on his face.
“Yeah.”
“Good. Because I’m ready for another round.”
He grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. While my mind raced with all the negative possibilities of our arrangement, I was thankful for whatever time we had together.
My connection with Jackson made me feel alive for the first time in years. No, scratch that… in forever.
I never thought someone would intrigue me like he did.
Or frustrate me.
Or fuel this spark of passion inside me.
I just prayed I didn’t get burned.