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He really was going to explode soon, but he wanted her to come again, needed her to get as much out of this wild fuck as he was getting, so he held on, driving faster, trying to keep up with the way her hands yanked on his arms, like she was trying to drive him that way.
Sweat had his hair plastered to his skin, made his hand slip on the desk, dropped like tears onto her back. His ass and thighs were starting to ache. Finally, her gyrations became erratic, and already he understood her body in sex enough to know she was close. So he leaned all the way over, grabbed her hair in his fist, and shoved into her as hard and fast as he could.
This orgasm was like falling apart at the atomic level—for both of them. Hers came first, and she made a noise he couldn’t begin to categorize. The second her pussy started to clench with it, his hit him like a runaway train. He actually went blind for a few seconds. The release was so intense he thought it might be entirely emptying him out, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. For a few endless seconds, he felt like he could really die.
But what a way to go.
CHAPTER TEN
Jake’s weight camedown on Petra’s back, gently but heavily. She felt his hot, sweat-slicked forehead settle between her shoulder blades, the ends of his hair fanning across her shoulders. Every hot breath he heaved pressed her against the surface of her desk and made the air she needed harder to claim. Each one she managed came in and went out on a mewling moan.
But she was in no hurry to move, and neither, apparently, was he. They settled into that uncomfortable position, her bent over her own desk, him collapsed atop her, still firm inside her.
They’d just had sweaty, loud, almost violent sex, something she didn’t normally prefer. But tonight, now, with Jake, it had been exactly what she’d needed.
What was it about this boy that had so captivated her libido—andhowwas he so good at sex?
Well, first: not a boy. A man. Young, yes, but definitely an adult man. And second: maybe it wasn’t entirely him, specifically, that had enthralled her. Not tonight, at least. Tonight, she’d grabbed him for probably the same reason she’d gone looking for him earlier: she’d needed to forget her worries and feel good. The hours since she’d left Mr. Vermeyer’s office and wandered over to Brazen Bulls territory had only served to increase her worries about her father. She’d needed to shut down the panic for just a little while.
Jake had given her that and then some. Even now, as her mind roused from its spent stupor and picked up its burdens again, she felt calm. Languid. Inside this room, this moment, none of it could hurt her.
With a great sigh, he lifted his head, and she felt his lips on her back, delivering small, soft kisses up her spine, over her shoulder. His tongue darted out again and again, and she realized he was sucking their mingled sweat from her skin. She reached up with both hands and fed her fingers through his damp hair. She could stay just like this forever.
Eventually, when his erection finally diminished, he rocked his hips back and fell from her; they both groaned at the loss. When he stood up, she marshaled her willpower and pushed up from the desk as well.
Before she could turn and start finding her clothes, he swept his arms around her, pulling her back to fit snugly against his bare chest. One of his hands hooked over her ribs, the other over her opposite shoulder. Not a sexual touch; something much more profound. Like he was taking strength from her. Or offering his to her. Symbiosis.
His head came down alongside hers, and he kissed her shoulder, then simply rested there on the kiss.
Both times they’d been intimate, the atmosphere, the chemistry between them had been full of this quiet intensity. She’d never experienced anything like it and couldn’t understand if it was significant beyond the moment itself.
She needed to understand. What she’d just done, bringing a man back to her office so they could fuck each other senseless, walking away from Dre to do it—it wasn’t like her. Dre was her best friend, she loved them, and it took careful effort to navigate Dre’s moods and keep the bond of friendship strong. Bringing Jake back here and doing what they’d done was as good as stabbing Dre in the chest. No matter how pureed her emotions were, there was no excuse for being so cavalier with her friend’s heart.
So she needed to understand what Jake was in her life. Was he anything? Had she hurt Dre for a hot fuck? Was that all this man was?
Turning in his arms, Petra looked up at him—and found an expression so intense, so full of shock and awe, any question she might have been composing fell out of her head.
A bead of sweat ran down the side of his nose. Without thinking, Petra reached up and brushed it away. Her fingers unwilling to leave his skin, she let them trail over the sharp angle of his cheekbone, down to his mouth. There was an especially dense cluster of dark freckles right there along the line of his full bottom lip. When she slid her fingers over them, he let his mouth fall open. When she pushed lightly in to feel his tongue, he closed his lips and sucked. All the while his eyes lased heat at her.
He was more than a hot fuck. But how much more?
“Who are you, Jake?”
He kissed her fingertips as he let them go. “That’s it. Just Jake. There’s not much more to me than you can see.”
