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I felt myself convulse with need. That was too much.
“Maybe I won’t change the sheets,” he murmured. “Maybe I’ll leave them dirty so I can keep smelling you on them and remember the way you taste. Remember what it’s like to have you fuckingbeggingme for more.”
“Fuck you,” I breathed.
“Yeah,” he said. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I was finished with this game. We both wanted the same thing, and I knew that, so why was he holding back?
“You didn’t mean that it was underwhelming,” he said. “You meant that you liked itso muchthat you’re thirsty for more. That’s right, isn’t it? You want me filling you up right now, and you’ll say whatever you need to say to get it.”
“You want it too.” I could feel his cock against my thigh, throbbing. He wasn’t going to make me feel like he was strong enough to resist this as if I was the only one who was losing my mind here.
“Oh, I want it,” he agreed, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ve wanted you since we started this, Olivia. I’ve wanted you every minute. You’re the one who keeps pushing me away. And I’ve had enough of that. So now you’re going to tell me exactly how much you want me, and if you don’t make me believe it, you’re not going to get anything at all.”
I shivered.
He meant it. I believed him. If I didn’t perform to his satisfaction, he would end this, get up and walk away and leave me wanting.
How had it come to this? Me begging Jake Wallace for sex when I had beendeterminedto keep things professional between the two of us?
That was a problem I would have to analyze later because right now, I felt like my blood was going to ignite. I needed to be filled, and while I definitely wasn’t giving in to this idea that Jake was in charge of what happened between us, I was a woman who knew how to get what I wanted from a man.
I softened my gaze and looked deeply into his eyes. “Jake,please?”
“Please, what?”
“Please, fuck me.” I wrapped my leg around his thigh and pulled him close so he was right up against me, so he couldn’t help feeling the wet heat off me. His control slipped, and he rocked against me, the friction giving me a taste of the satisfaction I so badly needed.
“I need your cock. No one’s ever filled me up the way you do. Please let me have it, Jake.”
He groaned—apparently, I had said enough—and shifted the angle of his hips to slide into me.
I let my head fall back on the mattress. My upper body went completely limp with pleasure as our lower bodies worked in tandem. Pleasure began to pool in me, radiating outward. I wasn’t going to be able to stave off my orgasm for long, and I didn’t want to. I wanted to make this last, but I didn’t have the strength to resist him.
“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” he groaned. “I can feel you getting tighter, Olivia. I can feel it.”
I had no words for him. I dug my heels into his ass in response.
“Want you to remember this,” he said. “Howeasyit is for me to make you climax. How I did it twice in half an hour. Next time you’re feeling hot, you come to me because you know how good I give it to you.”
It wasn’t a question, so it didn’t require an answer, and I was incapable of giving one anyway. My body was on another plane, pleasure exploding through me, and I heard myself scream his name.
He fucked me hard through my orgasm. He kept going as I lay beneath him, exhausted and blissed out, enjoying the satisfying feeling of him moving inside me, marveling at how deep he managed to get, and then he was shouting my name and burying his face in my chest and finally lying still on top of me, gasping, his skin slick with sweat.
It took a long time—far longer than it should have—for common sense to return to me.
But slowly, eventually, reality began to seep in.
I hadn’t meant foranyof this to happen.
I’d let myself indulge too much. Over and over, as if I had been returning to a cookie jar when I’d sworn not to eat anymore but had convinced myself thatone more bitewouldn’t kill me.
After all, what harm was there in standing a little too close to him while we were at work? What harm was there in letting him put his arm around me or rest his hand on my thigh? And if we were doing those things at work, what was the harm in giving in to those touches while we drove to and from work?
Thiswas the harm.
I had let myself become so wild for him that when he’d offered sex to me, I hadn’t been able to turn him down.
