Chapter 14
JACKSON
Istand at the edge of the crowd, out of her line of sight. I love the concentrated look on her face, chewing her lip as she approaches the main boss—a giant sea serpent—while the secondary boss, a creature made of razor-sharp shells, trails after her.
My gaze switches between the screen, Dakota, and the other people watching. Our lead dungeon designer, Brayden, grows more and more interested the longer the fight goes on.
Dakota aces it. She takes some hits. Almost dies twice. But then she hits her groove, dodging the serpent’s poison as she lands her blows, constantly moving, attacking, then moving again. When the boss gets to ten percent health, a gasp goes up, making me and Brayden share a smile.
At ten percent, the serpent grows multiple heads, eats the secondary boss—giving him a power increase—and starts attacking at double speed.
Dakota turns, a big smile on her face, and looks right at me. I didn’t know she knew I was standing here. “You could’ve warned me.”
I smile, can’t help it, even with all these people around. Another slip-up. Another mistake. But I don’t give a damn.
“You’ve got this.”
And she does. Sweat slides down her neck, sticking her dress to her. It turns me on even more, her shapeliness on display. The concentration on her face makes me wild. The best part is when she kills the boss and leaps to her feet, clapping her hands together.
She turns toward me, as if she wants to rush into my arms. I want to scoop her up so badly, tell her well done, kiss her on the cheek, then the mouth. Then everywhere else.
I clap with the others, knowing it’s not enough.
“That was excellent,” Brayden says, approaching her. “Absolutely incredible. Would you mind answering a few questions?”
Dakota says yes, then somebody else wants my attention again.
Even from the other side of the room, I can’t take my eyes off her. The event will be winding down soon. I made a mistake, I realize, inviting her here instead of someplace totally private. I’m losing my damn mind.
When I see her leave the room, presumably to go to the bathroom, I make an excuse and leave too. The corridor is quiet. I walk slowly toward the restrooms, hoping she’ll be exiting as I arrive.
Fate helps us. She’s on her phone as she walks out. When she sees me, she slips it into her pocket. “This was thoughtful,” she murmurs, patting the pocket. “Or shouldn’t I mention the dress?”
My answer is to walk right up to her and pull her into my arms.
The sigh she makes shatters something in me. My heart thunders, and my cock thickens with need. I slide my hands to her hips and thrust forward, letting her feel how much I want her.
When our lips touch, she gasps, then whimpers, then sinks into it like she’s been dreaming about this as desperately as I have. I move my hands around to her ass, massaging, greedily squeezing, and pressing.
She pushes firmly against me, her hands spreading down my back. She claws at me like she’s drowning, and I’m the only way she can avoid sinking.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
“I know,” I groan.
“I’ve never felt this.”
“Me neither.”
She tilts her head at me. “Really?”
“Never,” I say, meaning it. “I’m fucking addicted to you already.”
We kiss again, hotter this time. She slips her hand under my suit jacket and claws her fingernails down my shirt, leaving marks on my back, no doubt. I want her to. Tattoos of our lust, marks of how badly we need each other.
I pull away when I hear voices down the hallway. The hurt look on her face stings me. But I warned her that we had to be careful. Can I really say I’ve been that, though? Careful?
The voices trail off, heading in the other direction.
I take her hand, breathing hard. “I wish we could just leave,” I groan.
“Just—take me somewhere,” she blurts, a flush creeping up her neck.
“Are you?—”
“Don’t.” She pushes against me again. For a minute or more, we’re lost in another passionate kiss, her hot lips sending pleasure burning through me. “Don’t ask me if I’m sure or anything like that. Baby—just, let’s just…”
She squeals when I scoop her off her feet, cradling her to my chest. I palm her sweet ass as I carry her down the corridor and kick open the first door I see, which happens to be a manager’s office with a large desk.
She wraps her legs around me when I place her on the desk. Her dress hikes up her legs, letting me rub my pants against her underwear. The thin fabric makes my cock ache, my end leaking hot precome, my mind cloudy and red-hot with the closeness.
“Oh my God,” she moans when I slide my hand up her leg.
“Your legs are so fucking perfect,” I snarl. “Are you wet for me already, baby?”
She pouts up at me. Flawless. I’m the luckiest bastard alive. “Why don’t you find out?”
“Fuck.”
I slide all the way up, pushing my palm down against her underwear. I can feel her heat, her wetness, pressing against my skin. She leans forward and bites down on my chest as I push her underwear aside and press softly down on her needy nub.
She moans into my chest, biting harder.
I work my hand slowly at first, teasing her clit, until her hips begin to rock. She moans insistently, saying without saying, Make me come, baby. Like a text sent from her mind to mine.
I slide my hand lower, then gently push my middle finger into her entrance. She parts slowly for me, then squeezes onto my finger. My balls swell as I imagine this hot tightness wrapped around my cock.
Pushing deeper, I swirl my finger in small circles in her hot tunnel. At the same time, I grind the heel of my palm against her clit. The combination makes her hips buck even harder. She lets go of my chest and stares up at me with trembling lips, eyes glistening with pleasure.
“Come for me,” I groan. “Fuck, I want you to soak my hand, Dakota.”
“I—I—am…”
I work her pussy hard, staring in awe as juices start sliding down my hand and onto the desk. I know this is wrong, dangerous, but I can’t find it in myself to give a single fuck.
She sways and rocks her hips, then sits back, gasping. Her legs fall open, revealing her glistening, pink hole. Her folds are wet and swollen with desire, ready for more attention.
She glances at the door, then looks at me. “Were you all talk?” She asks. “Or all text, I should say…”
I let out a growl as fresh hunger pumps through me. Stepping forward, I reach down and quickly undo my belt. I can hear music and voices in the main hall, but even that doesn’t stop us.
My cock springs free, precome clinging to my tip, my shaft swollen and solid. She bites her lip, nodding as she reaches between us and strokes her hand up and down my length, spreading my slickness.
“You need this cock, baby,” I growl, body trembling.
“So badly,” she moans.
“It’s been years,” I warn her. “I might blow the second I feel that tight, hot slit.”
She shakes her head, moaning some more. “I just want to feel it. To feel you.”
“We’re playing with fire,” I tell her.
She nods, lying back, her hands smoothing up her own body to the top of her dress. She pulls it down, then yanks at her bra, turning her dress into a tangle of fabric across her middle, her tits and sex on full display. “I know,” she murmurs. “Maybe I want to get burned.”
I almost roar as I lean down to suck on her perfect, round tits. So much of her to touch and suck and bite, her breasts full and sexy as fuck in my hands. I suck her nipples, making them hard, then step forward and grip my shaft.
People walk past the door outside. A man’s voice says, “The CEO has gone AWOL…”
That should be a sign to stop. Dakota looks suddenly nervous, a question in her eyes. Should we stop?
I line up my cock and slowly press against her entrance, spreading her lips. I have to bite down when I feel the heat of her soaked pussy. She gasps as I push in an inch. I watch her face carefully.
The savage in me wants to thrust deep, to push until I’m up to my balls, then slide out and fuck her hard. Fuck her so that those curvy, red-from-my-touch tits bounce. So that she tips her head back and screams.
“Just do it,” she moans.
“Not if I’m forcing it,” I snarl.
“Maybe you’re too big.”
“Or you need to relax some more, baby.”
Somehow, I’m able to pull out of her. When she moves to sit up, I snarl, “Where do you think you’re going?”
I kneel at the edge of the desk, reaching down to rub my own aching cock as I bring my mouth to her core. I open my mouth wide, my upper lip against her clit, my lower against her slit, and feasting on her with my tongue. Tasting every tangy inch.
“Holy—fuck.” She drapes her thick legs over my shoulders, rubbing her slit up and down against my face.
I greedily lap at her, slipping my finger inside, feeling her tightness. I focus on her clit with my lips and tongue, sucking it, pushing my tongue against it, as I grind her entrance with one finger… then two. She gasps as she adjusts to it, soon her hips start rocking again.
We move like that for some time, people walking by outside… but they might as well be a million miles away. All that exists for me is her hot, delicious pussy, the wetness coating my fingers, and the friction of my hand pumping up and down my length.
“Try again,” she pants, pushing against me with her hips.
“Are—”
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” she whimpers. “Try, baby.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
Standing, I line up again. This time, when I push inside, her face creases into a beautiful smile. I sink deeper as her pussy sucks me in. Deeper, deeper, until I’m buried to the hilt.
I gently lay atop her, bringing my mouth to hers. Pausing.
“I don’t care if I taste myself,” she moans, kissing me hard.
Fuck. That almost makes me blow right there. She kisses me passionately as I slip out, holding myself at her opening for a moment, then plunge back in. She gasps and angles her hips, chasing the perfect pressure, bouncing as much as I thrust.
Leaning back again, I look in awe at her bouncing tits as we sink into a rhythm. Her pussy makes filthy, sublime wet noises as I push deep over and over. I grit my teeth to stop my seed from exploding too soon.
She bounces, hands scratching at the desk, nodding and moaning. “Don’t stop,” she whimpers. “Oh, baby, don’t fucking stop.”
I plant one hand on the desk and slide the other to her hip, sink in, using it as a grip to pull her against me. She gasps, her back bowing off the desk, her pussy making even juicier noises as I pound in at this new angle.
She moves with me, every inch of her thickness shaking and trembling for me.
“I’m so fucking close,” I groan.
“Come for me,” she pants.
“Not—yet.”
I reach between our bodies, find her clit, and rub as I pick up the pace. We need to be quieter, but pleasure is taking over. She bucks her hips as I grind inside, faster, hungrier, overwriting precaution.
Her eyelids flutter as I rub her clit, fucking her hard at the same time.
She must notice me staring hypnotized at her rhythmically bouncing tits. Her hands go to them, kneading and massaging. I stare in awe, her tight, hot, clenching tunnel so ready to drag every last drop out of me.
“Come,” I growl. “Come, come, come.”
“Yes, yes,” she pants. “Keep—saying—that.”
I pinch her clit.
“Come for me,” I snarl, just about able to push the words out. “Come on my dick. Come?—”
My vision whites as she pulsates around my cock, her eyes closing, then forces them open like she doesn’t want to miss this moment.
Come rushes from my shaft at the same time as her pussy squeezes my shaft. I collapse atop her, balls-deep, as wave after wave of release shoots out of me and into her.
Spent, I stumble back, needing to see, watching as my come seeps out of her red, raw hole. She sits up, looking dazed, a smile on her lips.
“Look at you,” I say, voice low and awed. “Fucking perfect. My come seeping out of you. Your body red from my touch. You’re so beautiful right now. So sexy.”
“Jack,” she whimpers, voice small, nodding at my crotch.
I look down. “I can’t help it,” I tell her, as my cock hardens again, still slick with her release. And mine. “But we should get back.”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “We should. I’m too sore to go again.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” I tell her. “I’ve already taken enough. I swear, Dakota, I didn’t think our first time would be in some poor guy’s office.”
“I’m too sore for sex again,” she murmurs.
Again, I think, I’m the luckiest bastard alive. She slides onto the floor, kneels in front of me, looking up at me with wide, excited eyes. She looks so confident, so in control.
“Are you going to make me beg you to put your dick in my mouth?”
I stumble forward, almost passing out from blood loss. When she wraps her hand around my base, I almost come all over her face, even though I just came.
She brings her lips to my head, opens, and sucks my tip as she works my shaft with her hand. She keeps her eyes open, looking up at me, like she wants to see the power she has over me. I might be a billionaire, a CEO, but right now, she’s in charge.
She moves her head up and down, sucking more of me, her hand moving faster. I’m in heaven, staring down at pretty eyes, focusing on her tongue swirling around as her hand pumps furiously.
Then—a knock at the door. Heavy. Impatient.
“Jack?”
It’s Pete.
Fuck.
“You in there?”
I take a step back, my cock leaving Dakota’s mouth with a wet pop that suddenly doesn’t feel sexy. It feels illicit. Wrong. She deserves so much better than this, so much more.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Dakota, seriously, I am. But you’re going to have to hide.”
She stands slowly, eyes glistening. But not with pleasure now.
What have I done?
“Uh, sure,” she murmurs, voice so low, even I struggle to hear.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper again.
Another knock.
“Jack?”
“I’m here,” I reply. “Had an idea—had to find somewhere quiet. Give me a second.”
“So I can come in, yeah?”
Dakota walks to the corner of the room, kneels, and crawls behind some filing cabinets.
I swallow, feeling sick. What the fuck is wrong with me? I had to have known somebody might want access to this room. Now, she’s hiding like we’ve done something wrong, like she should be ashamed, when she gave me the best sex of my life. No competition.
I pull up my pants.
“Why wouldn’t you be able to come in?” I snarl.