Page 29 of Foreplay with the Boss

He lifted his hand, and I grabbed onto his wrist with a scratchy, whispered, “No, wait.” He chuckled, and I didn’t even care—I needed him to keep touching me. My heart beat out of control, and my hormones were going even crazier. “I’m not sure. Most of the time I always end up doing plain-old missionary. My first boyfriend always got offended when I said I’d like to try being on top and in control, and another one of the guys I dated was really into doggy style, but I never much cared for it. I’d like to try something a little more exciting, and I’ve always wanted to be taken against a wall.”

“Good girl.” Jameson lowered his hand back over my sex and rewarded me with one slow drag and a circle right over my clit. I arched my hips, chasing his touch—I couldn’t help it. “We’re almost there.”

“I’m almost there.”

Jameson swore and accelerated around a corner—his car was an Equus Bass, and because there were only about three hundred made, they were for a very wealthy few. It was more on the classic side than the cars I’d pegged as his type, but I’d nailed the sexy and sporty part, and if I wasn’t so wildly, desperately turned on, I’d congratulate myself for calling it. We pulled into a garage at a house that I vaguely registered was big and beautiful, but most importantly private. The minute or so apart as we walked into the house left me frustrated even as it fueled my desire.

But it left just enough space in my brain for that pesky common sense to come bursting through.

“Wait,” I said as Jameson reached around me to relock the door leading to the garage, his other hand going to my waist.

He slipped his fingers under the fabric of my shirt and tingles broke out as he dragged them back and forth, back and forth. Then he twisted his wrist so that his fingertips dipped into the waistband of my skirt and skimmed the top of my panties. “Is that really what you want?”

My entire body screeched in protest. “No, but if we’re going to really do this?—”

“We are,” he said as he pinned me against the door, his hips bumping mine, his erection pushing against the pulsing bundle of nerves that were screaming at me to not leave them high and dry.

Hell yes, we were doing this. “Okay, but we need to make rules. Rules with punishments, because you don’t take guidelines seriously.”

He moved his lips to my neck. “More punishments. Mmm.” He licked up the column of my neck and pressed his open mouth to my jaw, and I sagged against the door.

Before he made me forget everything again, I placed a hand on his chest, holding him back. “Are you going to agree to my terms, Mr. Stone?”

“Yes.” He moved to kiss me, and I held him back once more. “You haven’t even heard them yet.”

He sighed, straightened, and raked a hand through his hair. “Let’s hear them, then.”

“We have to keep things strictly professional at work. Absolutely no touching in the office—it’s a hard rule, one I’m not going to bend on.”

He slid his arms around my waist and palmed my ass, getting a tight grip on each cheek. “If I’m going to agree to that rule, that means that every second we’re not at the office, I’m going to be taking advantage of being able to touch you.”

“I can live with that.” I ran my hands up his arms to his firm shoulders, wanting to do a little touching myself. “And I do want to learn how to get the type of sexual fulfillment I crave out of my relationships in the future…” My face was heating, and I still couldn’t believe it was out there, but it was, so I might as well charge on through. “So don’t hold back. If I need extra…instruction, then I want you to be frank with me. If the way I tell you what I want is offensive or too much, or something I shouldn’t be asking for, you need to let me know.”

“I swear you won’t offend me, there’s no such thing as too much, and you should ask for what you want. It’s one thing if someone decides they’re not comfortable with something, but if they get upset because you are and you asked them for it, they’re not worth your time, and they sure as hell don’t deserve to fuck you.”

I should’ve been slightly offended that he put it that way, but I’d “made love” a few times, and it was dull and unfulfilling. I wanted to be fucked just for the sake of fucking, and the idea revved my heart rate back up to where it’d been a moment ago.

“That’s enough rules,” Jameson said. “We were in the middle of something, and it’s high time we get back to it.” Using his grip on my butt, he hauled me tight against him, and I gasped at the feel of his thickness, hard and ridged and right where I needed it. He crashed his lips to mine, his mouth hot and demanding.

I circled my arms around his neck and threw myself into the kiss. He nudged my lips with his tongue, and I opened up for him. Each sweep left me dizzier and more breathless as he tasted every inch of my mouth like he meant to devour me completely.

He peeled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the ground as his hungry gaze took me in. Every nerve-ending in my body pricked up as he ran his hands up me. He reached behind me, and with a flick of his wrist, undid my bra.

He yanked it down with a growl. “Damn, your tits are even more perfect than I thought they’d be.”

Before I could figure out how to respond to that, he dipped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth.

I cried out and drove my fingers through his hair.

He circled his tongue and then finished off with a gentle bite that sent a spike of need right down my core.

I reached for the buttons of his shirt, trying to undo them as he lavished my other breast with attention.

Finally, I got the last few buttons free, and holy shit, it almost hurt to look at him. Pecs and ab muscles upon ab muscles. Tattooed arms with ink that dipped and emphasized every defined inch of them. A carved V that disappeared into his suit pants. Pants that did little to conceal his arousal.

Yes, sexy and too much all at the same time. Good thing I was into pleasure and pain.

I yanked his tie free and pushed his shirt off his shoulders so that it fell next to my discarded top. I took advantage of the fact that nothing was in the way anymore and ran my hands across the drool-worthy muscles.

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