Page 30 of One Reckless Night

He tore impatiently at the remaining buttons of my blouse, sending them flying across the lab. His mouth descended on my newly exposed breasts, licking and sucking at the heavy mounds as his fingers drove into me relentlessly. I cried out, my head falling back in ecstasy, fingers gripping his hair.

“Jared,” I gasped. “I’m going to…”

It was too much and not enough. I didn’t know how to respond. It was pure instinct when my body took over.

“Not yet,” he growled against my skin. He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving me empty and aching. I whimpered at the loss. “Condom?”

I blinked. Normally, I would have been embarrassed to tell him I happened to have one in my purse, but I was too desperate to feel any kind of shame.

I reached over, leaning my body without moving away from him, and grabbed my purse at the edge of my desk. I quickly fumbled with the zipper to the inside pocket. My fingers felt the package and quickly grabbed it.

He snatched it from my hand. “Thank God,” he murmured.

He ripped it open with his teeth and stepped back. I made the mistake of looking down and watching him roll it on.

“Bloody hell,” I gasped.

He looked up at me, then grinned. “See what you do to me?”

He positioned himself between my trembling thighs.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked roughly, pressing the swollen head of his cock against my wet entrance. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Please,” I begged shamelessly. “I need you inside me. Now.”

“Turn around,” he growled.

I turned, bracing my hands on the desk. Jared pressed against me from behind. The head of his cock nudged my slick folds, teasing, tormenting.

“Do you feel that, Amelia?” Jared rasped, his hot breath tickling my ear. “Feel how hard you’ve made me? How badly I want to be inside this tight little pussy?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, arching my back to give him better access. “Please, Jared.”

He thrust into me with one hard snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my inner walls clamping down around him like a vise. He stilled for a moment, letting me adjust to his impressive size.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “Goddamn.”

After a long moment, he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into me. The desk shook with the force of his thrusts, scattering papers and pens across the surface. It was primal and rough and utterly intoxicating.

Jared set a relentless pace, pounding into me over and over again. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he took me with a desperation that bordered on feral. I’d never been fucked like this before, so hard and deep and thoroughly claiming.

“Yes, oh god yes,” I babbled incoherently as he hit that secret spot inside me with every powerful thrust. Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision as pleasure built in my core like a coiled spring.

“That’s it,” Jared groaned encouragingly as he bent me over the desk further and picked up the pace.

My nails dug into the desk, papers ripping and crinkling underneath my convulsing body. Every forceful thrust sent electric shocks of pleasure up my spine, my back arching involuntarily.

“That’s it,” Jared groaned encouragingly as he gripped my hips tight enough to bruise, pounding into me relentlessly. “Take every inch of my cock.”

“Yes!” I screamed, too far gone to care about the reckless abandon in my voice. I clutched at the edge of the desk desperately as it shuddered beneath us, another orgasmic wave building fast.

My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, white hot pleasure searing through every cell in my body. I convulsed violently around his thick cock, crying out as electric jolts shot up my spine.

I felt him swell inside me before exploding in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. He slumped over me. His cheek rested against my back.

I was panting, my legs trembling, wondering what the hell had just happened. As the heat faded, the tension returned. Neither of us said anything. What was there to say? This was a line we’d crossed, and there was no going back.

But maybe we could pretend it never happened.

That worked for me.

Finally, Jared pulled away, his expression unreadable. He grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed, not looking at me. “I should go,” he said, his voice rough.

“Yeah.”

He turned and walked out, the door slamming behind him. I sank onto the stool, my legs still shaking. What the hell had just happened? I’d let things get out of control, and now I didn’t know how to feel. Jared Welch was a complication I didn’t need, but he was also a temptation I wasn’t sure I could resist. Clearly. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life—or the best decision.

I put on my blouse and cringed when I realized the buttons had gone flying. I put on my lab coat and buttoned it up to hide the fact my shirt was ruined. I quickly tidied up the lab and rushed out.

The walk to my condo was brief, mostly because I was forcing my short legs to move as quickly as possible.

My thoughts were a tangled mess by the time I reached my door, fingers fumbling with the key. The cool air of my condo hit me like a slap. My body still hummed with the memory of Jared’s touch, but my mind was already spiraling into unease.

I kicked off my shoes and headed straight for the shower. I needed to wash away the evidence. I hoped like hell he was gentleman enough to never bring it up again.