Page 32 of Caged Heat

“If you don’t want to do this here, I am capable of behaving, Ella.”

Biting my lip, I searched his eyes. His words were sincere, and I knew he would stop and respect my wishes. The part of me that was learning to touch base with what I wanted calculated the risks, weighing the consequences of getting caught and the dark appeal to my inner sex Goddess to let Jackson have his way with me, knowing how much the younger girls had tried and failed.

Ultimately, my lust for a man I’d only met a few days ago and the appeal of doing something wickedly scandalous won out, and I sealed my lips to his.

“Fuck me, Jackson,” I purred, the words rolling off my lips without another thought. Jackson’s eyes dilated; an animalistic roar rumbled in his chest as he surged forward and kissed me more passionately than our three days of knowing each other warranted.

My shirt was pulled over my head the next second, my back hitting the cool desk as my pants were unbuttoned and dragged down my legs. Jackson placed my bare feet on the desk, spreading my legs and diving between them. My head rolled back as his mouth landed on my silk panties, his hot breath leaving my legs shaking more than I expected.

“Jackson,” I moaned, my fingers going into his hair as I tried to find something to latch onto. My head was swimming as desire and arousal flooded me, bringing goosebumps to my skin. He growled at the sound of his name, pulled my panties to the side, and plunged his tongue into me.

My eyes rolled back as he licked me from top to bottom, his thumb coming to my clit to circle the liquid there. When he plunged two fingers in next, I was done. Hoping he meant what he said about the soundproof, I shouted out my moan as I came undone.

“Yes, fuck, Jackson! Ah!”

“So good, baby,” he cooed as he licked up my release. My legs trembled, my body feeling light as a feather as all my nerve endings exploded. I didn’t have time to recover before Jackson pulled my hips down to the edge of the desk, his cock hard and leaking in his hand.

I licked my lips as I watched him stroke himself. Most of his clothes were still on while I was practically naked. The contrast made me feel even more scandalous, and I wondered for half a second if something was wrong with me. Was this what a kink was?

“It’s going to be fast, speed racer,” Jackson said, his words strained. He slid on a condom and pulled me off the desk, flipping me over so I laid across the surface. “Hold on,” he commanded, notching himself at my center.

Spreading my legs, he pushed forward and gripped my hips as he slid all the way in. We both groaned aloud as he bottomed out. He waited a few seconds before drawing back and slamming back into me quickly. I held onto the edge of the desk as my breasts pressed into the top. Everything shook with his force as he plunged in and out, my eyes rolling back as he hit me just right.

His speed quickened, his breaths coming out in short pants as he managed to fuck me deeper. My moans came out in breathy gasps as I moved with him. My legs shook, my toes barely touching the ground as I tried to find purchase.

Jackson’s hands left my hips, drawing me up against him as he tilted my head back, kissing my lips as he gave a few more short thrusts. One hand collared my throat as he held me to him; the other flicked my clit and sent me crashing back over the ledge as another orgasm snuck up on me. As soon as I cried out, he stilled in me, his hips rocking slightly before he moaned. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his lips ghosting over my skin as we caught our breath.

“How is it better every time?” he mumbled, and I wasn’t sure if it was for me or not. “Never letting you go, speed racer.”

“You might need to so I can dress,” I teased, the emotion in my words catching me by surprise.

“Nah. Naked dress code is all the rage.”

Despite his words, he gave me another kiss before he withdrew. The instant he was gone, I already missed his warmth.

Seriously, girl. Get it together. You can’t be this hung up on him this soon. It won’t end well for you.

Turning around, I was surprised when Jackson was there with my underwear. I cringed at the thought of sliding on the wet material.

“I’m gonna need to bring a change of panties with me each day, along with my sack lunch,” I muttered, causing Jackson to snort.

“No arguments here. Or, you know, go without. Easier access for me. In fact. No panties and skirts. It will be a dream.”

Swatting him, my cheeks heated at the idea this would happen more. I kept waiting for him to tire of me. To reach his quota of orgasms and move on to the next female. But Jackson continued to surprise me at every interaction, so perhaps I needed to give him more credit and quit expecting him to toss me aside.

Jackson assisted me in dressing, taking great care and time to right my clothes and hair. No one had ever given me that much attention before, and it brought a tear to my eye at the sweetness of his actions.

“I’m sorry again for ignoring you. For supposedly being the mature one, that wasn’t very adult of me.”

“No more apologies, Ella. We’re here now. That’s what counts. Now, what do you say we see if we can figure out this marketing plan?”

Chuckling, I slid off his desk, sat at the table in the corner, and pulled out the folders. Jackson joined me, and despite many flirty comments and heated looks, we managed to create a proposal before the end of the day.

“We make a great team, speed racer,” Jackson said as we walked to the parking lot.

“Yeah. We do.” I smiled over at him, unable to hide the emotions I was beginning to feel for the younger man.

“JP!” a high-pitched voice shrieked.

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