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14. Timing Is Everything
Cash
It’s a good thing I had the foresight to buy condoms yesterday when I grabbed the tulips and dinner. The flowers are on their way to a sad death in my penthouse—a place of ghosts and lost hope and dreams—and the food is beyond saving, but the condoms…
Maybe part of me hoped I’d get one out of three, because I’ve got two tucked away in my wallet.
And I’ve got Jules waiting and willing on my desk, her brown eyes dark with lust, glinting with undiluted want. It still blows my mind that this incredible woman wants me, despite the heavy baggage chained to my feet, sinking me a few more meters each day.
“What’s the schedule look like this morning?” I follow the question with a teasing bite to her collarbone.
“No meetings until ten. We were supposed to work on the proposal for the Phoenix project until then.”
“I’d rather work on you.”
“I’d rather you work on me too, boss.”
I laugh at that, but then she obliterates all thought by unzipping my pants and wrapping her fingers around my cock. With long, steady strokes of her hand, she sends me out of my fucking mind. I’m held captive by the seduction in her warm, sable eyes. She plants a hand on the desk to support her weight, then she arches her spine and spreads her knees for me. I reach for the buttons of her blouse and undo them all the way to her navel, exposing her lace-covered tits.
Pink see-through lace to match the scant panties I know are soaked.
Fighting dirty, indeed. Two slits run vertical down the cup seams, allowing her nipples to poke through the lace. The cut of her lingerie is an erotic temptation my mouth can’t resist, and I dip my head and tease a nipple through the gap, tugging it between my teeth. She whimpers, and that throaty plea tempts me to bite and lick all her intimate places, marking them as mine.
“I need you inside me. Don’t make me beg.” She flexes her fingers around my erection, and with every desperate pant escaping her lips, her strokes quicken.
I’m tempted to make her beg, except we don’t have time. It would take hours to make her writhe and plead for my cock in a way that would satisfy me, and the things I want to do to her are far from your average office fuck.
I want to own her, body and soul.
“Maybe I should make you work for it,” I say, brushing my lips over the swell of her cleavage before leaving her other nipple damp and puckered in my wake.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“I let you come yesterday.”
“But you left me a hot mess last night.”
“Mmm,” I murmur against her throat. “I could do it again, and you’d have no choice but to go through the workday with this ache between your legs.” I leave that dangling in the air just to taunt her.
“Jesus, Cash. You are mean.”
“Don’t forget the jealous part. The two are exclusive.”
“Mmm, exclusive. I like the sound of that.”
“Me too.”
I remember how she clenched around my fingers yesterday as she came, and I know I won’t be able to drag this out much longer. I need to get inside her and find home again in the snugness of her pussy. It’s only been a few days, but it feels like forever.
My only regret is that there will be a latex barrier between us this time.
“I owe you an apology,” I breathe the words against her neck, trying to think straight despite the tight, warm friction of her fingers on me. She swipes her thumb over the wet crown of my cock, and I smother a groan in the crook of her shoulder.
“An apology for what?”
“I didn’t use a condom before.”
“You weren’t the only one in that bed. What’s done is done.”
