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the tip, the delicate lust seeping from his head, all bets were off and he let out a moan of abandonment, throwing his head back. His rolling hips promised what came next and I was breathless with anticipation.
“Take off your clothes,” he growled. “All of them.”
As much as I hated to remove my hand, I wanted more and that would be slightly complicated considering I was still fully clothed. My hands fell to my liquid leggings and I cursed choosing them because they refused to move at the same pace as my pulse. As need ricocheted over me, I let out a cry of frustration at the material, practically glued to my heated flesh. It refused to go further than my hips.
Jacob came forward, his fingers firm as they gripped the pants. His hooded eyes were dark with want as he brushed his lips against mine. He lowered himself until he was eye level with my waist and his lips pressed against my stomach, kissing my skin. Suddenly, I was just fine with the pants staying where they were and his mouth caressing my abdomen, making me squirm for him.
But he was multi-tasking, his hands peeling the pants down inch by blissful inch until they were at my ankles and only my thong lie between his mouth and my pulsing heat. He hooked a finger through each side of it, sliding the underwear over my hips and down. He didn’t even wait for me to step out of them before his tongue scored my throbbing flesh.
I tried to step out of the thong so I could spread and give him more access, but his arm roped around my waist, holding me still as he kept teasing. I opened my mouth to beg, to plead but sensing it, he rose up without a word. He led me to the midnight colored chaise that overlooked the terrace.
He leaned back onto the chair, gripping the base of his erection. It was hard to believe that a month ago the very idea of riding a guy made me break into hives because I kicked my leg over and took the base from him without prompting, slowly guiding him inside. His hands found my breasts, massaging and tugging my mounds. I drew him in and out, rolling into him as I moved my body to the tune of his moans. I felt nothing, needed nothing but him. I knew he was coming, I felt it in the way his grip tightened.
“Come with me,” he breathed.
Hands, bodies, bliss—I felt the building pressure and surrendered to it. My hips rode the waves of passion until the water stilled. Even with my heart raging in my ears, I felt at peace. Like we were finally getting back to the way things were before.
I was on top of the world when he ripped me from the stratosphere, kicking and screaming.
“You’re off the Wallace case.”
I’d heard him, but I just couldn’t believe he would go there when we were still naked and glistening with sex. “What?”
“I don’t want you working with Cade Wallace.” His voice toughened, leaving no room for debate. “You’re off the Wallace case.”
I had protests, the first being our agreement that my career would be my own. But it was clear that I couldn’t be effective at my job if the client didn’t respect my boundaries.
I traced a figure eight on Jacob’s chest, my cheek catching the stillness of his body beneath me. It was like he was holding his breath. Gearing up for a fight.
“Alright, babe,” I said finally. “I won’t work with him anymore.”
****
My phone zinged to life on my desk and I picked it up, cradling it between my shoulder and ear as I finished sending my email.
“Can you do me a favor?”
No ‘hello’ and no ‘please’. It was one of two people. The frigid chill that was signature Natasha was replaced by sugar and caramel drawl which meant it had to be Missy Diaz.
I turned from the computer screen, giving her my full attention. Not because she deserved it mind you, but because I had to be on the ball around her. She’d sent me five press releases riddled with grammatical errors and incorrect information, clearly hoping I’d miss it and would crash and
“Take off your clothes,” he growled. “All of them.”
As much as I hated to remove my hand, I wanted more and that would be slightly complicated considering I was still fully clothed. My hands fell to my liquid leggings and I cursed choosing them because they refused to move at the same pace as my pulse. As need ricocheted over me, I let out a cry of frustration at the material, practically glued to my heated flesh. It refused to go further than my hips.
Jacob came forward, his fingers firm as they gripped the pants. His hooded eyes were dark with want as he brushed his lips against mine. He lowered himself until he was eye level with my waist and his lips pressed against my stomach, kissing my skin. Suddenly, I was just fine with the pants staying where they were and his mouth caressing my abdomen, making me squirm for him.
But he was multi-tasking, his hands peeling the pants down inch by blissful inch until they were at my ankles and only my thong lie between his mouth and my pulsing heat. He hooked a finger through each side of it, sliding the underwear over my hips and down. He didn’t even wait for me to step out of them before his tongue scored my throbbing flesh.
I tried to step out of the thong so I could spread and give him more access, but his arm roped around my waist, holding me still as he kept teasing. I opened my mouth to beg, to plead but sensing it, he rose up without a word. He led me to the midnight colored chaise that overlooked the terrace.
He leaned back onto the chair, gripping the base of his erection. It was hard to believe that a month ago the very idea of riding a guy made me break into hives because I kicked my leg over and took the base from him without prompting, slowly guiding him inside. His hands found my breasts, massaging and tugging my mounds. I drew him in and out, rolling into him as I moved my body to the tune of his moans. I felt nothing, needed nothing but him. I knew he was coming, I felt it in the way his grip tightened.
“Come with me,” he breathed.
Hands, bodies, bliss—I felt the building pressure and surrendered to it. My hips rode the waves of passion until the water stilled. Even with my heart raging in my ears, I felt at peace. Like we were finally getting back to the way things were before.
I was on top of the world when he ripped me from the stratosphere, kicking and screaming.
“You’re off the Wallace case.”
I’d heard him, but I just couldn’t believe he would go there when we were still naked and glistening with sex. “What?”
“I don’t want you working with Cade Wallace.” His voice toughened, leaving no room for debate. “You’re off the Wallace case.”
I had protests, the first being our agreement that my career would be my own. But it was clear that I couldn’t be effective at my job if the client didn’t respect my boundaries.
I traced a figure eight on Jacob’s chest, my cheek catching the stillness of his body beneath me. It was like he was holding his breath. Gearing up for a fight.
“Alright, babe,” I said finally. “I won’t work with him anymore.”
****
My phone zinged to life on my desk and I picked it up, cradling it between my shoulder and ear as I finished sending my email.
“Can you do me a favor?”
No ‘hello’ and no ‘please’. It was one of two people. The frigid chill that was signature Natasha was replaced by sugar and caramel drawl which meant it had to be Missy Diaz.
I turned from the computer screen, giving her my full attention. Not because she deserved it mind you, but because I had to be on the ball around her. She’d sent me five press releases riddled with grammatical errors and incorrect information, clearly hoping I’d miss it and would crash and