27 #2
It takes every ounce of willpower to keep my eyes trained on his. “You’re being too obvious, Jack. You’re pissing me right off.”
He licks his lips wolfishly. “You know, you’re cute when you’re angry. Your face scrunches up into an adorable scowl.”
“I mean it, Jack.” I give him my fiercest glare. “I’m serious.”
“Okay.” He leans in so his eyes are level with mine. “I’m listening.”
“I don’t want the project team to know what happened between us.”
He considers it. “Would that be such a bad thing for you?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “The worst. I can’t have anyone at work knowing about this.”
His grin slides. “They knew about you and Max.”
“That was different. Max and I were established. I don’t know what this is.”
“I do.”
I blink. “What is it?”
“We’re together.” He says it simply, like it’s a done deal.
My jaw drops slightly. “You don’t do relationships.”
“Is that a question or a statement?”
“You haven’t had a girlfriend in years.”
He holds my gaze. “I don’t do things by half, so I didn’t do it at all.”
I eye him guardedly. Trusting another guy seems like an alien, impossible concept.
Never mind trusting someone like Jack. Max has the temptation of what’s on offer in the office.
Jack has the temptation of what’s on offer in the world.
“Did you sleep with the girl who flirted with you in Maggie’s the other night? ”
He shrugs. “I don’t know which one you’re talking about, but I didn’t sleep with anyone. I haven’t slept with anyone since you gave me a glimmer of hope at the wedding.”
Smooth.
“And now you’ve decided you want a girlfriend?” Just because he fancies a normal girlfriend today doesn’t mean he’ll feel the same tomorrow.
His brows shoot up. “I’m wounded. You make it sound like I’m picking random girlfriends off the street.”
I swallow thickly. “What are you doing, Jack?” Besides giving me long-awaited Earth-shaking explosive orgasms.
He smiles. “Courting you. You think I would fix any old woman’s toilet?”
I can’t help but giggle.
“And claiming you,” he adds casually.
“ Claiming me?”
He leans in to run his hand over my collarbone and winks. “Blokes won’t come near you with the Knight coat of arms around your neck.”
I try to look indignant. I’m not a piece of property but damn, that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
Is Jack playing me or is this real?
“Jack, this isn’t a game. You can’t play with my feelings. Or my career! After Max…”
“I’m not Max,” he says firmly, his eyes holding mine. “And I’m not playing with your feelings. If anything, you hold all the cards, Bonnie.”
“Me?” I scoff. “You have women throwing themselves at you every minute of the day.”
“You think I don’t see guys eyeing you up? Having my girlfriend working amongst a load of construction guys.” His lips curl upward. “Especially in that hard hat you wear on site.”
“Girlfriend,” I repeat in a high voice. Can I do this?
For a second, he looks almost vulnerable. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my heart thumping. “I’ll be your girlfriend. But only if you behave at work and stop watching me.”
He steps closer, towering over me, all trace of vulnerability gone. “You love me watching you in the office.”
I purse my lips, trying to muster professionalism. “It’s distracting.” My eyes flicker down to his cock, now rock-hard against his stomach. “Very distracting.” I swallow. “Does that thing ever go down?”
“Can’t help it,” he drawls huskily, his eyes hooded with desire. “I’m naked in front of his favourite person. Just looking at her drives him fucking wild.” He steps closer until our chests are inches apart. “Take it. Take what you want, darlin’. You’re wet just looking at me.”
I’d love to prove the arrogant git wrong, but the truth is there’s a flood down there that could rival the Atlantic.
I trace a slow delicious path down his wet shoulders, chest and abs with my hands. When they settle just above his pubic line, his stomach muscles flex with anticipation.
“What are you waiting for, sweetheart?” he asks gruffly, keeping his almost black eyes trained on me.
I wrap my fist around his beautiful cock. It swells and pulses and strains against my touch. I’ll never get enough of this.
He rests his hands on the doorframe above his head and breathes out heavily. “Good girl.”
I take him in both my hands, stroking the entire length of him. I’m dying to hear those deep groans again.
His lips part and his head jerks forward slightly.
The muscle in his jaw flexes as I increase my pace.
His face strains with the first signs of climax and his breathing becomes more laboured.
I love how he reacts to me. I love how he groans with pleasure at my touch.
But most of all, I love his face when he loses control and comes undone.
“No,” he groans, his voice raw with arousal. His body stiffens for a moment as he tries to keep control. “I want to come inside you.” He pushes my hand away.
We have a frantic back and forth about birth control. He swears he’s clean. Right now, I’m cleaner than the Virgin Mary.
His hands come around my waist, hitching up my dress so that it bunches on my hips. With one swift movement he rips the panties clean off me.
“Oi, mister!” I’m equally pissed off and aroused.
“Sorry.” He doesn’t look it in the slightest. “We’ll go shopping for more.”
His eyes lock on mine as his hand finds its way between my legs. Fingers teasingly slide up and down my opening, sweeping my clit at just the right pressure to make me feel turned on but starved.
My pussy clenches, craving friction. My nipples harden. My clit swells. My whole body aches with longing.
Oh God, I’m so ready.
A smile curves his lips as he feels how wet I am already. He knows exactly how easily affected I am by him. I should be embarrassed.
He hitches my left leg up, so it wraps around his waist, then impales me down on his thick cock in one swift movement.
“Ah!” I gasp. Too deep, too quickly.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He stiffens, still inside me. “You okay?”
I nod and tighten my leg around his waist.
“This is my favourite place.”
“The gym?” I ask breathlessly. He’s here every day.
“No,” he replies huskily. “Your tight pussy.”
My laugh quickly morphs into a moan as he holds my hips in place and begins to thrust. How does he know how to fuck me at exactly the right position to hit my clit? Every single time.
Hours of pent-up sexual tension at the close proximity of Jack all day ripple through me. It feels so good to have him bare.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he says through clenched teeth as he thrusts his cock in and out of me.
I groan in response, assuming it’s a rhetorical question. I cling to his biceps, feeling them flex each time he drives into me. We make sex standing up look easy, but he’s doing all the work. My legs are like jelly around him.
My whole body tingles with pleasure from his thick, hard cock pumping inside me, again and again, bringing me closer each time. Hitting me in that spot right in my centre that makes me buck and shudder and scream.
“You belong to me now,” he growls against my throat. “All mine. You’re all fucking mine, Bonnie.”
Maybe he is a werewolf.
“ Yes .” It’s a low prolonged moan from the depths of my stomach. “Yes, Jack.”
“Come on me,” he demands, hot against my forehead. “I need to feel your tight little pussy coming all over my cock.”
I do as I’m told.
Our laboured breathing mixes as I ride him towards orgasm, moaning his name over and over again.
When he gives one final out-of-control groan and empties himself hard inside me, my hips buck with uncontrollable contractions. I spasm around him, clenching down on his cock, squeezing every last drop from him.
Holy hell.
I’ve never had that before. Perfectly timed orgasms. I thought it was a myth created by porn movies.
Breathing hard, he runs hot, open-mouthed kisses all over my neck. “I’ll try not to leer at you too much, darlin’, but only if you give me what I need.”
“What do you need?” I croak, almost fearfully.
“You.”
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
He lifts his head from my neck to give me a wicked smirk. “Every fucking night.”