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His mouth met hers in a slow, sinking press of hard against soft. A measured rub of tender skin caressed back and forth with increasing pressure until the tip of his tongue touched the corner of her mouth and traced across the seam of her lips in a devastating assault. Desire swirled through her, overcoming her mind as she wrestled with the possibilities and repercussions. The kiss, all coercion and confidence, demanded she open to him. It was an exercise in restraint Laine couldn’t endure. Her lips parted on a soft gasp, and Jason’s tongue delved into her mouth, thrusting deeply and retreating in a rhythmic promise that sent a shuddering need racing through her core. The hungry, wet velvet rub of his tongue against her own pushed her over the edge, swept away all thoughts of consequence and a primal, desperate need took control of her body. Their heads angled, deepening the kiss. Her hips pressed up against the ridge of his erect cock, her hands splayed wide across his chest, stroked over the muscles, the heel of her palm testing the unyielding resistance. He felt too good, so far beyond her wildest, most forbidden fantasy—
Suddenly she tensed, breaking away from the kiss with a desperate, “please,” as she turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes closed, her hands fisting against his shirt. What was she doing? This was a risk to her job, her career. This wasn’t what she was supposed to be doing—and he was the last person she should be doing it with. Jason might be certain he could handle the aftermath of a fling like this with total professionalism, but Laine wasn’t so sure she could guard against emotion. Dependency. Expectation.
Her breath came faster with the encroaching anxiety, and Jason pressed a slow kiss against the side of her neck below her ear. “Don’t think yourself out of this, Laine.” His words were ragged, husky. “Can’t you feel what’s between us?”
She could feel it. It was huge and hard and she wanted it. And now, having had a taste, she wondered if she backed out, would ever stop thinking about it?
Catching her chin, he tilted her face toward his. Jason looked into her eyes, and then ran his hand down the line of her arm to her fist. Pulling it up to his mouth, he kissed her knuckles, lapping at the frosting between them with his tongue, until her balled hand flexed open, and his tongue flicked against the connective tissue between her fingers, sending waves of wet heat flooding between her legs.
“Give in,” he groaned against her skin as he licked and kissed his way back up her inner arm to where the soft flesh of her breast swelled beneath the joint. Pushing down the fabric of her dress, he cupped the globe, squeezing gently as if to test her for ripeness. The warmth of his hands melted the frosting between them into a slippery gloss covering her skin.
“Let me have you,” he breathed across her chest as his fingers slid from the wide base of her breast out toward the nipple in one seamless caress that stopped just shy of the erect tip. He lowered his head and licked a slow circle around the outer areola, pausing mid-orbit to nip at the fleshy mound before suckling the sting away. “Laine.”
The sound of her name on his lips, rough and desperate, pushed her beyond her senses, and all restraint broke. Clinging to his shoulders, she rocked against him, her knee skimming up the side of his thigh and hip to ease the throbbing ache in her sex. His hips pressed down, shifting with a steady pressure as he continued to feast on her body. He grazed the candy-hard tip of her nipple with his teeth.
“Please,” she gasped, and he lowered his mouth around the erect nub and drew it in with a suction that pulled deep through her core and made her moan and beg again.
She grabbed at his shoulders, fumb
led down his back and settled against his butt. Gripping the base of muscle, she pulled him against her before following the line of his belt around to the front.
Breath coming in steady pants, she struggled with the buckle wedged between them, while he suckled at her breast. Her mind was lost in the rhythmic pull across her body. Her core throbbed with an aching need to be filled, and she gasped. “Jason.”
Pulling off her nipple, Jason ran his tongue up the side of her breast, across her collarbone and through the hollow at the center of her slender neck. It was heaven to feel her writhing under him. Watching her for so long, wondering what it would be like to hold her, to kiss her, taste her—nothing could have prepared him for the ecstasy of her surrender. He’d tried to resist, to maintain the context of work only between them, but every time he saw her, something new and special caught his attention. The smell of her hair, the way she walked, her devotion to her clients… the way he sometimes found her looking at him with soft eyes that held a million questions.
Now, as she looked up at him, her warm brown eyes still questioned, but they burned with a need he longed to satisfy. Supporting himself with one arm against the floor, he slid the other under her back to unzip her dress. She arched into him, facilitating his efforts until he knelt back and slid the saturated gown off her svelte form. She wore only panties, a simple pink swatch of silk darkened with her wet need.
Laine propped herself up on her elbows, an impish smile playing on her lips. Biting her bottom lip, she looked down at the panties and slipped her thumbs into the tiny string waist. Beneath lowered lashes, she gazed back up at him. “These are all wet and ruined. What are you going to do about them?”
A rough laugh escaped with his breath at the challenge he was more than ready to meet. “I’ve got some ideas, don’t you worry.” His cock was fully erect, pressing against the front of his slacks, but it would just have to wait.
The corner of her mouth twisted up in an anticipating smile as he backed down to kiss her knee. Lapping at the sugary sweet frosting, he worked higher up her inner thigh to the hollow aside her juncture. With one hand stroking lightly over the damp patch of fabric, he followed with his mouth, breathing warmth through the sodden strip.
Her hips tilted up to meet the pointed tip of his tongue as he ran it through the sensitive valley of her pussy.
The sultry moan that escaped her drove him on, pushing him to his limits. Drawing in her musky scent, he had to taste her, had to feel her pleasure against his mouth, around his cock, again and again. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get enough. His hands slipped up to the slim hem at the top of her panties, and as he pushed his tongue against her opening through the fabric, his fists twisted, snapping the band.
She cried out, spasming against his mouth, sending waves of pulsing heat down his cock. He was never going to last.
He pulled the fabric from between them, revealing her smooth sex, shiny and glistening with her juices. Teasing between her plump lips with his tongue, he tasted the residual sweet of cake mingling with the tang of her essence. It was heaven. Greedy for more, he delved into her channel, making her gasp and buck. He lapped through her depths until her fingers sifted into his hair, pulling him closer as she rocked against his face.
Running his tongue back up her pretty pink folds, he slipped a finger inside her, stroking the wet interior as his tongue sought out her hard clit. He thrust into her with a second finger, and her tight walls hugged against him, making him desperate to feel them hugging his cock.
He wanted her to come again and again, wanted to give her so much pleasure she wouldn’t be able to think of anything but the feel of his body satisfying hers. He circled her clit faster, stroked it with the flat of his tongue, all the while feeling her body’s response intensify as it constricted around his fingers.
“God! Yes,” she gasped, as he scraped over her sensitized bundle of nerves with his teeth and then sucked the little jewel between them. Her hips bucked and every part of her seemed to move in symphony with the suction of his mouth and stroking of his tongue, until she came in a chorus of screams against him.
The fingers wound in his hair spiraled free, seeking purchase on the shoulders of his shirt—yanking at it, trying to pull it free. Jason was a man willing to accommodate. Anxious to feel the rasp of her hard nipples against his flesh, he reached back and jerked his shirt over his head, tossing the garment to the side with her discarded gown. He unclasped his slacks, and his cock sprang free through the opening of his boxers.
Laine sat up, naked, legs spread, her swollen pussy lips slick from his attention. Her eyes still maintained that faraway quality of the recently satisfied, making him throb with renewed need to meet her there.
Her gaze tracked down his body to his cock and held. Quickly, he found his wallet and retrieved a condom. He needed to be inside of her, fast. His throat tightened. “Laine, I’ve got to have you.” His voice was thick and gravelly, desperate as he rolled the rubber over his aching shaft.
Laine lay back, her arms twined loosely above her head, and whispered, “Have me.”
It was almost more than he could stand to keep from thrusting deep and hard into her right then. Muscles tensed, he leaned over her and ran his hands up the length of her arms to circle her wrists and pull them higher over her head. Heat flashed in her eyes as she tested his hold, and when he didn’t give, her lips parted, trembling, as her halting breath came faster.
“Jason,” came her urgent plea.
