Chapter 22
Blake
Tracy has avoided me for the last week, and up until now, I’ve allowed it.
But it stops today.
She closes her laptop and reaches for her bag as I stand. Heading for my office door, I close and lock it, then turn back to see her standing in front of my desk, her arms crossed protectively over her chest and her eyes narrowed at me in suspicion.
Good. She should be suspicious. I want her spending every second of every day wondering what I’m going to do next.
I want her thinking about me as much as I’m thinking about her.
I want her looking over her shoulder to see if I’m following.
I want her checking her phone constantly to see if I’m texting.
I want her laying in bed at night thinking of me when she dips her fingers between her thighs.
She’s dressed down today—at least for her standards. Usually she’s in heels and a dress. Today she’s in these tight black pants that hug her ass to perfection and a button up blouse that just barely hints at her ample tits. Tits that I can’t fucking wait to finally see and hold and suck on.
“Well?” she asks, tapping her foot impatiently. “What’s your third ground rule? And just how many are there going to be?”
“Just three,” I tell her, closing the distance between us.
When I reach her, she takes a step back, only to be met with the edge of my desk. “And what’s rule three?” she asks, her voice getting lighter and raspier with my proximity.
I reach out and push her hair over her shoulder, the blonde strands falling in loose waves down her back. Her breath catches as I let my fingers graze the side of her neck before pulling my hand away, and my cock jerks in response. I love the way I can so easily get a reaction from her.
God, I wonder if she’s getting wet. If whatever sexy little panties she’s wearing today are nice and damp. If I stuck my hand down her pants and trailed my fingers over her cunt, would I find a nice, soaked pussy ready to take me?
My hand twitches at my side, desperate to find out.
“Rule three,” I tell her. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. So, if I tell you to get on my desk and spread those pretty thighs, you will.”
“No way,” she says immediately, and squares her shoulders as though preparing for a fight.
She pokes a finger into the center of my chest, pushing me back a step.
Her pink fingernail digs in through my shirt, and I want nothing more than to feel those nails dragging down my back.
“You’re out of your mind if you think you can use your position as my boss to extort sexual favors, which I’m guessing is the only way you’re going to use that damn rule. ”
She misses nothing, and fuck, it’s sexy. If she wasn’t so goddamn irritating, I’d say she was a perfect match for me.
I shove my hands into my pockets to keep from reaching out and ripping that blouse open. “So, you don’t want my fingers fucking that sweet pussy of yours while my tongue laps at your clit?”
“No, Blake, I don’t.” She reaches down to grab her bag from the chair and slings it over her shoulder.
“After what you did last week, I don’t want you anywhere near me.
Not to mention I’m not going to let you ruin my reputation before my career has even started.
You can take your third rule and shove it. ”
She pushes past me, bumping into my shoulder on the way. It’s fucking adorable how she tries to resist me, when we both know she loves this push and pull just as much as I do. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have fingered herself in my damn office last week.
She enjoys torturing me just as much as I’m going to enjoy ruining her.
I turn and catch up with her, grabbing the strap of her bag and forcing her to a stop. When she turns to face me again, the distrust on her face makes this all that much sweeter.
I’ve never been fully satisfied with my past relationships. It always felt like there was something missing—some spark of excitement. But with Tracy, when I close in on her, when I have her trembling beneath my fingers, that spark is an entire fucking flame.
Her fight excites me. Her resistance excites me. And as wrong as it is, her refusal makes me want it that much more.
I step into her, forcing her to retreat until her back hits the door and our bodies are pressed together. Grabbing her bag, I pull it off her shoulder and set it on the floor.
“Why don’t we make a deal, Trace?” I grind my hips into her, pinning her firmly against the door as I bring my hand to her throat. She swallows, her throat bobbing beneath my grip and her pulse fluttering beneath my fingertips. “If I can’t make you come in three minutes, I’ll forget rule three.”
“And if you do?” she asks, those gorgeous blue eyes full of determination when they find mine.
I smirk. “Then this pretty little body,” I cup her pussy over her pants, “is mine to do whatever I want with, whenever I want.”
Her hands come up and she shoves me in the chest.
I stagger back a step, my lips tipping up into a smile.
There she is.
“I already told you I’m not doing sexual favors, you fucking psycho,” she says, her voice laced with venom as she reaches down to grab her bag. “And if you keep suggesting it, I’m going to—”
Before she can finish her threat, I lunge for her.
Tracy lets out a yelp as my arms circle her waist and I pull her down to the floor with me.
She squirms against my chest and I roll, flipping us so that she’s on her back and I’m nestled between her thighs.
Grabbing a wrist in each hand, I pin them beside her head, her blonde hair spread wildly around her.
She wiggles her arms, trying to break free, and glares at me. “You’re deranged,” she damn near snarls.
I grind my dick into her. “Careful, that dirty talk gets me hard.”
“Oh my god, just let me go.” She bucks her hips in an effort to get me off her, but it doesn’t have the effect she’s going for, instead rubbing her against my throbbing cock and making me impossibly harder.
I lower myself to her neck, her sweet scent surrounding me as I run my nose up to her ear. “Should we start the timer now? Or when I have your pants off?”
She squirms beneath me, and I press more of my weight into her. Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breaths, her tits brushing against me on every inhale.
“What? So, your plan is to fuck me on the floor like some animal?” she hisses. “A gentleman would at least move me to the couch.”
“Something tells me you’re not looking for a gentleman.” I nibble on her earlobe. “And that you won’t mind fucking like animals.”
“If you think you’re going to make me come in three minutes by fucking me on this dirty office floor, you’re even crazier than I thought.” She pulls her shoulder up to her head, forcing my mouth away from her neck and ear.
I pull back and peer down at her, at this gorgeous woman who’s been my sole preoccupation since the moment she walked into my office, and I can’t help but smile at the mix of anger and lust all over her face—her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing, the glare to her eyes and the subtle pout to her lips.
“I would think you’d be excited about this deal, since you’re so certain you’re going to win,” I goad as I grind my hips into her.
She lets out a small, raspy moan, her hips undulating against my own just the slightest amount before she catches herself and stills them.
Narrowing her eyes, she finally says, “Fine, but if I win, I want a formal invitation to the brokerage—in writing—and an advance on my commission,” she pauses, crinkling her face as she thinks, and it’s the most adorable goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
I lean forward to press a kiss to her cute as sin furrowed brow when she shakes her head, forcing me away.
“And,” she continues, “you will never touch me again. Ever. You’ll delete the photo I sent you, you’ll return my spare key, and you’ll treat me like all the other realtors.
I’m your agent and you’re my broker and nothing else.
” Her voice is like ice, even as she does a gentle roll of her hips against me.
I’m sure she’d deny it, but I’d bet my life that she’s seeking friction, desperate to be closer, to feel more, to rub her clit against me in any way she can.
Because even as she lays here, lying through her teeth about not wanting to be touched by me, she loves the way I make her come alive.
She leans into my presence, my touch. She craves that edge that I can make her ride along, and if I asked, I know for a fact she’d get on her knees and beg me to bring her to that sweet, sweet oblivion.
One orgasm. One orgasm in the front of my truck riding on my goddamn thigh was enough to tell me that Tracy would get on her knees for me.
And that I would get on mine for her.
“Deal,” I say, and without warning, I rip her blouse open, buttons flying across the floor, and get up on my knees between her legs.
“Wait, Blake! I didn’t say you could start!” she protests, her arms coming up to cover her chest. I bat them away.
She’s wearing a lacy nude bra, and fuck me, her tits are incredible. I reach out to cup them, the heavy weight more than filling my palms, and run my thumbs across her nipples over the delicate material. Her bra is barely padded, and I can already feel them hardening under my touch.
So responsive.
A groan lodges in my throat.
She grabs my wrists. “Seriously? We’re doing this on the floor?”
“Clock’s ticking, Trace,” I nod toward the watch on my wrist. “Stop complaining and let me work.”
“You really think you can—”
I cut her off. “Yes. Now close that pretty little mouth until I say otherwise.”
“Oh my god, you are seriously the—”
I put a hand over her mouth. “If you don’t stop, I’ll fucking duct tape that mouth shut.” Christ, she doesn’t know when to quit.
Her eyes widen at my threat, and she gives me the smallest nod. I pull my hand away and lean forward to bring my mouth to hers. I gently prod at her lips with my tongue, urging her to open up, but she doesn’t.
She doesn’t reciprocate at all, her mouth remaining a tight, closed line.
I smirk and pull back. “That’s fine, sweetheart. You don’t have to participate. It will make it that much sweeter when you’re coming all over my face.”
“I’m just following orders,” she snaps. “You said to keep my mouth closed, so I am.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest. “And yet here you are, talking back again.”
She glances at my watch and grins sarcastically. “Two minutes. Better quit wasting time,” she taunts, as though there’s any chance in hell this is a deal I’m going to lose.
Leaning back, I pull her shoes from her feet, then undo her pants and pull them and her underwear down her legs in one swift movement.
Fuck me.
Seeing her here, in nothing but her open blouse, tits covered in lace, is so goddamn sexy.
But I don’t have time to appreciate her like I want to.
To linger on the smooth expanse of her thighs, leading toward that perfect pussy, glistening and waiting for me.
To dwell on her hips, wide and soft and so fucking grabbable, that flesh just waiting for my fingers to dig into it as I nail her from behind.
Forcing myself to focus, I reach out and trail a finger up the slick length of her cunt, gathering the wetness and moving it to her clit. She releases a shaky breath when I start to lightly rub it.
“Wet for me already, Trace? Does fighting with me turn you on?” I taunt.
Fuck, I hope so, because it’s becoming apparent that nothing gets me hard quite like going head to head with her.
She glares at me before closing her eyes, her hips rolling just the slightest.
I chuckle and get down between her legs, tossing one over each of my shoulders, and then I dive in, licking a long path over the length of her before closing my mouth over her clit and sucking.
Fuck, I could die a happy man with my face buried between this woman’s legs. She gently rolls her hips against my mouth as I work her clit, then move lower and dip my tongue inside her.
Her hands come to my hair, tugging on it as I tongue fuck her delicious cunt, her arousal smearing over my face.
Moving back to her clit, I continue working it with my tongue as I bring a finger to her entrance.
She’s so wet, there’s hardly any resistance as I push inside.
I add a second, pumping them in and out in long, languid strokes as I continue eating her, and she starts to quiver, her pussy contracting around my fingers. She’s close.
Her fingernails drag over my scalp as she firmly grabs onto my hair, and she lets out a soft moan, the sound the sweetest goddamn thing I’ve ever heard.
Curling my fingers, I hit just the right spot, and she explodes, her cunt gripping me tight and her back arching. I continue working her with my fingers and tongue, wringing out every last second of her orgasm for as long as I can, until finally, she stills beneath me, her breathing heavy.
I remove my fingers and glance at my watch. “Three minutes, right on the dot.” I turn my watch toward her and am met with a look of disbelief that has me grinning widely. “Don’t look so surprised, sunshine. I do know my way around a woman.”
She drops her head back down against the floor with a groan. “You’re going to abuse that third rule, aren’t you?”
I sit up and move my legs to straddle her waist, my dick painfully hard. “Yes. Starting now.”