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She sunk farther onto me and rolled her hips, and I rocked against her. Her moan and the way she shuddered on top of me turned the blood in my veins to a raging fire that was ready to consume me and her and anything else that got in our way.

I lifted my hand, needing to yank down that top and see more of her, and she paused her movements, a scolding expression replacing the blissed-out one. “Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time?”

“Undo it.”

“Undo your restraints? I don’t think so.”

“Undo your top. The rules say I can’t touch you, but they don’t say anything about using my mouth.” I dipped my head and ran my tongue over where I could see her nipple peeking through the fabric. Her head lolled back, and she made a sexy whimper noise. She braced her hands on my shoulders as she brought her half-lidded eyes back to mine. “Now, undo. Your. Fucking. Top.”

Her ample chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, and I could feel her panties grow damper, which made me grow harder, and holy fuck, sparks of light were dancing across my vision.

She gripped the zipper on the side and with each inch it lowered, more of her breasts spilled out, just begging for attention. I licked across her collarbone, over the swells of her breasts and after she’d tossed the fabric away, I circled her nipple with my tongue, flicking the hard bud.

She writhed against me and I wound my free arm around her, holding her to me as I thrust against her, the tiny scrap of fabric annoying and tantalizing at the same time. I captured her mouth with mine, taking my time to explore every inch of her mouth and stroke her tongue.

I felt her muscles tighten and knew she was just on the edge, and she was about to learn that Jameson Stone followed through with his payback threats.

CHAPTER 25

Kat

This was supposed to just be a preview for tonight. I didn’t plan on having sex in Jameson’s office, and I was trying to remind myself it was a bad idea while my body told my brain to shut the hell up.

Common sense didn’t matter anymore, anyway. We’d already reached the point of no return.

The tantalizing pressure was building, a floaty sensation was winding through my body and making me feel lighter, and just when I was about to get that rush of euphoria, Jameson stopped his movements and pulled back.

A whimper escaped, edged with need and lust and holy shit I needed the friction. But when I went to roll my hips, Jameson reached up and gripped my side, keeping me from following through—it was unfair that he could stop the movement with just one hand.

“Hop up there on the edge of my desk.”

“But I’m so close…” I tried to roll my hips again and his fingers dug harder into my side.

“I know. We’re going to call this payback. Now be a good girl,” he said, using the tone I’d used on him earlier, “and hop up on that desk for me.”

Pushing my lips out in a pout, I climbed off him. He arched both of his eyebrows, and I perched on the edge of his desk.

“Spread your legs.”

My rapid pulse hammered through my head and I did as instructed. He rolled his chair closer and then he kissed the inside of my thigh.

I bit my lip.

He kissed the inside of my other thigh, a little higher. Another whimper fell from my lips, along with a plea. “Jameson, please.”

“Well, if I could touch you…”

“You can. I don’t care about the stupid rules. Just forget them.” “Sorry, but I’ve learned my lesson. No touching.”

Frustration and anticipation made a heady mix, and I was pretty sure I was going to explode. He’s choosing now to be sensible about the rules?

“Except with my tongue.” He slowly licked up my center, and I gripped the edge of his desk. The contrast of his wet tongue and the sheer, textured fabric rubbing against me made the room spin.

If this was payback, I was going to do more things wrong.

I drove my fingers through his hair and tugged, and he rewarded me with a flick of his tongue. He looped his finger into the scrap of fabric covering me and moved it aside, then he licked and sucked and teased until I was literally begging for release.

He held me right on the edge, a frozen few seconds of time where I was floating, floating…Then I was free-falling, waves of pleasure turning my body into a liquid puddle of satisfaction.

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