Chapter Two
J ane
Jane Bancroft never thought of herself as a vixen.
Sexual ... yes. Sexy enough that she’d never really had to chase a man.
They pursued her. But Brady was different.
He kept himself in check despite eye fucking her every time she walked into a room.
He’d stand there. Distant. Polite. Proper.
Always. And she was damn tired of his hypocrisy.
She wanted to see him let go of the reins.
She wanted him to kiss her, to take her.
She’d crushed on him since the first day Rex brought him home from college for the holidays. All broody and uncomfortable.
Maybe he’d regret this tomorrow, but she never would.
He kissed her hard, his tongue sweeping over her lips and between. His fingers dug into her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk and him. He growled when their pelvises met.
His erection pressed against her core. Hard. Thick.
She groaned and rocked her hips into him again.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down her neck, over her collarbone. He dropped to his haunches between her legs and stared up at her. His dark eyes pleading with her. Her breath hitched. He looked like he might eat her alive. She’d be okay with that.
With a sudden pull, he dragged her closer to the edge, rough and needing.
He trailed his nose along the sensitive inside of her thigh, every inch sending goosebumps racing across her skin.
When he reached her center, he paused—eyes closed, breath held—then inhaled like it was the last breath he’d ever take.
“Your pussy is ready for me, isn’t it?” He licked her core through the white lace panties she wore.
“Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth and threw her head back. Even through the lace, the sweep of his tongue sent her to the heavens. “It’s always ready when you’re around.”
He edged her panties to the side and swept his tongue through her bare slit.
He groaned like he knew karma would punish him for enjoying her taste so much.
Brady devoured her like she was his last meal, bringing her to the precipice of her orgasm and then backing off.
Her legs trembled. She almost collapsed to the desktop when the arm holding her shuddered.
“Brady. Please.” Her words hung in the air. She glanced down at him. His dark brown eyes stared up at her from between her legs. Desire heated his gaze. He flicked his tongue once, then sucked her clit. The room went black. Stars flashed in her peripheral. She came undone like fireworks.
When she floated back to Earth, back to the room, he pressed tender kisses to the insides of her thighs.
“So good, Princess.” He slid her legs off his shoulder and rose. His hard body towered over her again.
“Oh, my God.” That was all she could say. Her brain couldn’t formulate more advanced vocabulary.
He leaned in close to her ear. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that. How fucking long I’ve envisioned looking up at you while I made you come with my mouth. My tongue. It was spectacular. A fantasy come true.” Hints of her scent cascaded against her skin with each of his breaths.
“I’ve wanted it too.” She reached for him with one hand, gliding her fingers over the front of his pants to feel his erection straining.
He weaved his fingers through her tresses and pulled her head back.
“I’m going to take you, Jane. Right here on the desk.
” He brushed his lips over hers. Delicate.
A contradiction to his words that followed.
“I’m going to fill you until you cannot take any more of me.
And then I’m going to give you more. I’m going to make you come all over my dick. Make you scream my name.”
“Yes.” She fumbled with the buckle of his belt, finally undoing it. Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, she released his cock from behind his boxer briefs. The agonized sound Brady released when she wrapped her hand around him almost made her come again.
“Yes, Princess. That’s it. Stroke me.” His dirty talk spiked her desire. A lot of guys sounded absurd when they tried to talk like Christian Grey or Gideon Cross from her favorite romance novels. But Brady—dear Lord—he made her want to do whatever he requested.
He pumped his hips forward, fucking her hand. She dropped her gaze, mesmerized by his quick thrusts and the fact that her fingers barely made it all the way around him. He throbbed in her hand.
“Look at me. I want you to see what you do to me. What you’ve been doing to me for all these years.
” He skimmed his hands up her arms and over her shoulders.
Snagging the straps of her dress with his forefingers, he slid them down her arms until the front of her dress fell below her breasts.
He flicked his thumb over each nipple and the touch zinged her in all the right places. “Your tits are perfect.”
No one had ever said that to her. She’d thought they were way too small. She hadn’t even needed a bra with her dress. But right now, the way Brady stared at her, the way he touched her, she felt like a goddess. Like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Breaking himself free of her grip, he bent to pull one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked and licked one then the other, making her squirm on the desk despite having come just a few minutes earlier.
He stood, his dick bobbing between them.
Yanking his wallet from his back pocket, he retrieved a condom and tossed the wallet on the floor.
He ripped the packet open and sheathed his erection.
His moves were so efficient, so quick, like something he’d practiced over and over.
She pushed those thoughts out of her head.
She didn’t want to think about any girls before her. It was just the two of them here. Now.
Brady hauled her to the very edge of the desk. He gripped his cock and rubbed it along her slit.
“Oh, my God.” She dropped her head back. The feel of him between her thighs pressed against her most private parts undid her. The electricity that pulsed under her skin, causing tremors throughout her whole body. She’d wanted him for so long. Fantasized about this moment forever.
“Head up.” He cupped the back of her head and lifted. “I want to see your face when I slide into you, Jane. I want to see if you have been waiting for this as long as I have.”
She met his gaze. His eyes blackened as he slipped the head of his penis inside her.
“Hmmm.” The feel of him breaching her had her nerve endings firing on all cylinders. Her skin tingled. Her heart pounded against her ribs.
His chest rose and fell in rapid succession like holding back from slamming into her took more exertion than sex itself.
“Fucking so tight.” He pushed an inch more. “Are you going to take all of me?”
Her eyes widened when he thrust a little further. “Y-yes. I think.”
“No thinking about it.” He pressed more into her. “Your body, your pussy was meant for me. You can take it all.” His words came out through gritted teeth.
She writhed. She was so full. So full of him. One more pump of his hips and he was fully seated in her.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed. He leaned forward and kissed her, sweeping his tongue over her bottom lip before nibbling it. “Dream. Come. True.”
Heat coursed through her at his words and settled in her core. Her walls clenched around him like a vise. “Fuck me, Brady. Please.”
He groaned. “God, I’ve waited forever for that demand. I thought it’d only be in my dreams.” He pulled back his hips, then slammed into her. “So good.”
Gripping her hips tight, his fingers dug into her flesh and held her where he wanted her. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. She didn’t want to. He pistoned his hips, plunging his cock into her quick and deep.
“Look at us.” His gaze dropped.
She looked down, mesmerized by the way his cock slid in and out of her—each thrust a slow, deliberate stroke that made her body tighten with need.
It was, without question, one of the most erotic sights she’d ever seen.
Heat flushed across her skin, blooming hot and fast, from her chest to her cheeks.
“It’s so fucking hot.” He slipped a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his. “You are so fucking hot.”
“I want you to come.”
“Princess, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so fucking hard.” He slipped a hand between them. “But you’re going to come first.” His thumb found her bundle of nerves and circled it.
“Oh, God.”
“You calling me God is making me remarkably harder,” he whispered in her ear just before she detonated like a bomb.
Everything went black except for the stars on the fringe of her consciousness.
Her muscles tensed and released in a magical euphoria.
A lightness swept over her like she was a feather that could blow away on a single exhale.
She rocked on the edge of the desk, Brady’s body slamming into her, hovering over her.
The aroma of his expensive woody cologne centered her, brought her back to the present.
The earthy woody scent always reminded her of him.
“Oh, fuck,” Brady punched out between breaths. “Watching you come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His precise rhythm of earlier vanished. He pounded into her in hurried, chaotic thrusts.
A litany of expletives emptied from his mouth.
He smashed his lips against hers, his tongue seeking hers, so she granted him access.
Several more pumps and he threw his head back, breaking the kiss, and bellowed.
The sound came out both agonized and enthralled. A contradiction.
Watching him fall apart tightened her chest like her heart was two sizes too big for her rib cage. Brady didn’t lose control. Ever. He wasn’t vulnerable. And yet, he ground out his orgasm with slow circles of his hips and rested his head in the crook of her neck.
She didn’t know if she should say something. She didn’t know what to say. She’d wanted this moment. She’d planned it. Getting him alone. Seducing him. A small smile tugged at her lips. Even if she had been placed off limits, she had masterminded this seduction to perfection.