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Alec blinked, trying to find some measure of his sanity. With every infinitesimal movement of her hips, he wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or hell. He tried to school himself to keep his hands at her waist. Unfortunately for him, his hands hadn’t listened.
When she rolled her head forward, it had been a mistake to kiss the exposed skin of her neck. But he’d felt her shudder and the heat rushed through him. And here he was, so desperate to have her he would take any risk.
The voices in the office were muted, but someone was still in there. He made a feeble attempt to gain control of the situation. Control is all I need. All he had to do was remove his hands. The only problem was, Jaya kept grinding her butt up against his crotch and his hands had tightened in reflex. His body was enthusiastic, to say the least.
When she’d made that soft huffing sound in the back of her throat, he nearly came. The feel of her against him sent sensual alarms throughout his body. In their current position, he couldn’t touch as much of her as he’d wanted to.
The voices moved farther away but not out of range. Alec felt the urgent need in his blood. He tried to support Jaya as she used one hand to brace herself. She brought her other hand around and massaged the length of him again.
He rewarded her with a low groan in her ear. “We have to stop.”
Ignoring him, she pumped again. His eyes crossed. The last bit of his control disappeared. He brought his head down and teased her left ear none too gently with his teeth. His hands massaged and kneaded her sensitive breasts. He loved the way they fit his hands. Her nipples responded to his hands like puppets to a puppeteer.
“I want you.”
His admission only served to fuel her movements. He felt her delicate hands tighten around him once again and lost it. All reason had long flown out of the window. His fingers retreated, then slid back into her. Her inner walled quivered around his fingers and he murmured in her ear, “Easy beautiful, easy.”
When the voices drew nearer, they both froze where they stood. Sweat beaded on his brow and he could have easily died right there and not cared. His dick twitched in her hand and it was all he could do not to scream in frustration.
At the softening of the voices, he breathed a sigh of relief. Alec’s mind slowly registered that the voices moved farther away and eventually ceased. There was a soft click of the office door. After that, he heard nothing. His gut told him they might still be there, but his body didn’t want to listen.
He felt Jaya relinquish her hold on him, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He wanted to hear his name. He needed to hear it. He nipped her ear and pulled his already slick fingers from her body, then slid them back in again. He got what he wanted. Jaya bit out a choppy whimper. “Alec.”
“Tell me you want me.” He was relentless. He kept stroking until her knees buckled.
A soft, “I want you, Alec,” came out on a breath. “I want you.”
Alec didn’t ease up on his caresses. His breathing was as choppy as hers. He felt her quake. His own whispers sounded harsh to his ears.
“Jaya”
“Mmm.”
He felt her tense, nearing her climax.
“Baby.” His fingers were dripping from her response.
“Oh, G—”
“Come on.” His breath ragged. “Let. Go. For. Me.”
“I wa—”
“I know.” He throbbed with need.
Her last breathy sigh of his name was like music to his ears. “Al—ec.” She melted like butter in his arms. His hands steadied her as he tried to think about anything that would abate his arousal.
Jaya was having none of it. With shaking fingers, she continued to knead him.
“Jaya, if you don’t stop, I’ll—”
“Come?”
“Jesus.” He wanted to roar with the frustration.
Alec stopped her roaming hand with his. Certain the office was now deserted, he took as much of a step back as he could manage. Jaya moaned at the separation. He quieted her by massaging his hands over her back. He filled each hand with the soft skirt fabric and hiked it up.
He smiled at her soft gasp when the cool air hit her flesh. Alec groaned when he realized she’d only been wearing a black silk thong and matching garters under her prim skirt all day.
“Alec. What are you…”
He filled his hands with her firm, warm ass and lifted a little, forcing her to bend at the waist and grip the cabinet with one hand for support. With her other hand, she continued her earlier stroking of his cock and he bit out a string of curses. “Jesus, Jaya, I can’t hold on if you—”
“If I what?”
In a swift motion, he removed his belt and shoved his jeans down. She gave a soft ooh sound when her palm came into contact with his smooth tip. A small bead of liquid escaped and helped lubricate her palm as she brought him closer and closer to the brink. Roughly, he tightened his grip on her hips and bent her over as far as she could go, forcing her to release her hold on him.
His cock nestled in the cleft of her ass. He leaned over to place kisses on her exposed neck. He fumbled with the foil packet he’d rescued from his wallet and shoved aside the flimsy material of her thong. And then, without preamble, he lined up the head of his cock to her folds and slid in to the hilt, making her groan.
For moments, he stayed just like that relishing the feeling, her inner muscles tightening and massaging the length of him. Those sexy mewling sounds from deep in her throat that revealed she was close to coming began again and they were music to his ears. When he stroked the tip of her nipple, she gasped out his name again as her whole body quaked in his arms.
Taking his cue, he began to slide inch by inch of his cock out of her until he was nearly completely out. He repeated the movement, shallowly penetrated her, in and out, in and out until he made her beg for more.
“Damn it. Stop teasing me.
Chuckling, he whispered, “You want more, do you?”
At her muffled response, he penetrated her as deep as he could go, slowly building tension. Gasping for air, he filled his hands with each cheek and gripping for support, he loved the way the soft globes filled his palms.
While one hand continued to knead her taut flesh, the other caressed her back, pausing to massage the back of her neck, reaching around to her face to trace a slow line across her bottom lip. She responded by peeking out her hot tongue and drawing in his thumb. As she sucked, deeply, she also grazed the soft pad of his flesh with her teeth.
“Jaya—” he warned.
Removing his thumb from her lips, he brought his hand back to join the other on her ass. With his moist thumb, he traced the line bisecting her soft orbs until he reached his quarry. He circled the sensitive flesh until he could feel her pussy tighten around his pulsing cock.
He knew what to wait for, he continued to tease until he knew she was about to go dancing off that ledge, then stopped his ministrations.
“God, don’t stop now,” she begged.
Rocking his hips forward, he whispered, “I want you so hot, you can’t possibly wait any longer.”
He felt her tighten her inner muscles around him and smiled.
Her breath was ragged and her muscles drew him in farther. “I’m already so hot I can’t wait any longer.” Jaya rotated her hips, forcing a low moan from his lips.
“Are you sure?” he asked, all the while rocking his hips gently back and forth.
“Yes. And let me remind you, payback is a bitch.”
Alec smiled slowly and gave her what she wanted. Continuing his slow circles with his thumb, he gently penetrated the tight ring of muscle. With ragged breathing she pushed back in time to his rocking. Once again he felt the pulsing and quivering around his burning cock as she pushed herself flush against him. His climax wasn’t far behind hers. With three long strokes, he exploded, certain his body would come apart at the seams.
They stayed like that for several long moments, chests heaving. S
weat poured from his forehead and he splayed his hands across her back. Alec thought if he could just stay like that for a moment, the blood would rush back to his brain so he could begin to use it.
Gradually, clear reason and thought returned to him and he slid out of Jaya, though that movement was halted by her protesting inner muscles. He moaned. “Sweetheart, we can’t stay here like this.”
Slowly he helped her right her clothing. He pulled her skirt down and helped her straighten it. Before he turned her around, he managed to get his jeans back on. When she faced him, he saw the residual lust in her eyes. Unfortunately, he also saw a cautious wariness.
Choosing to ignore it, he dipped his head and slid his tongue over the soft, full lips. She responded to him as she always did. When he pulled back, he took in her unfocused eyes and parted lips and wished they had more time. They couldn’t stay there like that.
“We have to go.”
She straightened with a groan. “What the hell did we just do?”
He bit his tongue before something deep could spill out of his mouth. Telling her he didn’t want to leave her would just freak her out. And it wouldn’t change anything. He was still a Westhorpe. He was still going to leave. Sooner or later he’d get the itch to go and he would only hurt her.
Instead, he flashed a grin. His teeth ached with the effort as he helped her straighten her skirt. “We just crossed something else off on your Thirty list.”