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“Wanker,” Christian muttered as AMC’s CEO was driven away.
Jane choked back a laugh. “I thought you were friends.”
Christian glanced down at her, surprised. “We are.”
“B-but you just called him a wanker,” she protested.
“So?” They started walking towards the parking lot.
“And you seemed like you were on the verge of a fistfight the entire dinner.”
“That’s normal between us,” Christian dismissed as he opened the car door for her. Sliding behind the wheel, he told her, “It’s no big deal, pet. Don’t worry your head about it.”
Seeing that Christian did mean every word, she said slowly, “I don’t think I want to be friends with you guys. It’s too complicated—-ah!”
Christian had suddenly pulled her towards him, his mouth conquering hers with hungry intent.
Her arms wrapped around him, and she kissed him back just as hungrily, her toes curling hard inside her shoes.
“Let’s stop fucking talking about him,” Christian muttered against her lips.
His accent had become so much crisper and thicker with each word, and the sound had her senses reeling.
Did he know how sexy his accent was? Did he?
“I don’t even want you to think about another man.” He bit her lip hard. “Do you hear me?”
She could only moan.
“And you made me think for one second that you’d choose him.” His mouth moved down. “I won’t forgive you for that.” He sucked on her neck, and Jane whimpered, her fingers gripping his hair tightly.
When he lifted his head, his eyes burned with sexual need, and her throat dried.
“Christian,” she whispered achingly.
He groaned. “Fuck.”
And then he was unzipping his pants, and when Jane realized what he was doing, she heard herself whisper, “Let me.”
She didn’t know where she found the courage to say such words, didn’t know how she could actually keep her hands from shaking too hard to complete the task, but she did.
Jane unzipped him and pulled his cock out. It was fully erect, jutting proudly and throbbing powerfully between her fingers.
“Just now,” Christian rasped. “Touch me.” His fingers wrapped over hers and he began teaching her how to stroke him. “It’s your fucking punishment, for making me jealous.”
His hand released hers, and she began stroking him on her own.
Punishment, he had said, but this…this felt more like a reward.
His cock was incredibly responsive, and Jane’s body tightened at the thought that she could make a man like Christian Ravenhearst feel this way.
She stroked him slowly at first, taking her time to make sure that every inch of him felt her touch. And when Christian’s breathing became ragged and even she couldn’t wait, she stroked him faster, her fingers tightening around his cock.
“Yes,” Christian hissed.
She stroked him as fast as she could, and when she saw his burning gaze settle on her chest, she realized that her breasts were jiggling with every stroke of her hand.
He suddenly moved forward, drawing one fabric-covered nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, and she gasped. Her fingers moved faster, squeezing, and when he sucked even harder on her nipple, she reached for his balls, cupping them—-
Christian jerked.
And then he was coming, his teeth biting down on her nipple, and she screamed even as she continued rubbing his cock, wanting everything out.
Her “punishment” resumed when they made it back to his place, but only as far as the couch, which he had flung her on just before kneeling down, impatiently tearing her skirt and panties out of the way.
And then he was fucking her with his tongue.
She threw her legs over his shoulders just as his hands delved under her ass, squeezing the cheeks hard before lifting her up.
His mouth moved to her clit, and when he sucked on it hard, she shattered easily, screaming, and he lifted her even higher, her butt in the air, her legs pounding his back while she held on to his head, feeling like her world was being torn apart——
And she never wanted it to end.
After, she lay on top of him, her body reduced into a limbless heap of exhaustion.
He stroked her hair all the while, the movement…tender.
But she didn’t think she could – or should – tell him that.
“Jane.”
His British accent was so damn evident at that moment, her pussy actually quivered at the sound.
He felt it of course, and Christian chuckled. “Does that mean you’re ready, pet?”
“Please, no,” Jane begged. If he made her come again so soon, she didn’t think she’d be able to walk tomorrow.
“Alright.” His hand on her hair stilled. “But you know what I intended to say, don’t you?”
Ah. She gave a tiny nod against his chest.
“And?”
“It’s just too fast,” she whispered.
“Is it?” His hand resumed stroking her hair. “Or could it be you think it’s safer if you wait for a declaration of love?” Christian tipped her chin up. “It’s not that I can’t or don’t want to love you, pet. And I know you’re smart enough to know that.”
