Page 22 of The Billionaire's Knight

“You weren’t the only one,” Gwen assured him. Jase was carrying some blame of his own.

“Do you think I can persuade Levi DiMarco to come work for me?” he mused.

“Never,” she assured him. Levi had been the one to track everything back to Sybil. Had she called him back first instead of Bare, she would have been more alert to the threat Sybil had been.

“I could pay him more than Knight.”

“You’re assuming money would be a motivator for him. You’d be wrong. Besides, he won’t leave Jamison.”

“Your boss does inspire loyalty.”

“He does,” Gwen agreed, which made her wonder just how long she’d been wallowing in Jase’s bed. “What day is it?” It was hard to keep track when you did the same thing every day.

“Friday,” he replied, nuzzling into her neck.

She pushed him away. “Then I can go in for a bit today.”

He rolled until he had her pinned beneath him. “No.”

She lifted a brow. “I wasn’t asking for your permission.”

“Good, because you’re not getting it.”

“No,” she told him. “This isn’t how this is going to work, not how we’re going to work. I’m not one of your people who you can boss around and tell what, when, and where. I don’t work for you.”

“Trust me,” he declared with a smirk. “That’s a mistake I won’t make again. Consider yourself permanently fired.”

She laughed, but it quickly turned to a moan when he dipped his head and found a nipple.

“Jase.”

He kissed his way across to the other nipple, sucking it greedily, each tug making her channel contract. He smoothed a hand over her stomach, brushing across the top of her sex to slip between her lips. His thumb rubbed over her clitoris, dragging another moan up her throat.

“Don’t make me wait,” she ordered, lifting her hips against him, hands fisted in the sheets.

His chuckle washed over her, his heated breath tickling over her wet folds. He placed a chaste kiss at the top of her sex then turned his head and sucked at her inner thigh.

“Jase!” Her voice was raw with need.

He traced his tongue between her lips, grazing her clit then trailing it down to her opening, skimming around it before dipping inside.

“Oh, god!” She drove her fingers into his hair, gripping him and urging him closer. He retaliated by turning his head and nipping her thigh. It only made her wetter. She gasped, her legs falling farther apart as she lifted her ass again in offering.

He caved with a groan. Two fingers speared inside her channel while his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked. She slid her legs up until she could brace her feet on the mattress and pump up into his touch.

“Fuck! Yes! Don’t stop! Feels so good! Oh, god!” She was heading straight for orgasm. Part of her was afraid he’d move away and deny her release. He didn’t. Thank you, Jesus, he didn’t. He worked her harder, faster, until she yelled his name, her body shaking from the intensity of the pleasure that worked through her.

He gripped her hips, turning her and jerking her to her knees then tapping between her shoulder blades to get her to lower her chest back toward the mattress. His hand fell across her ass. A sting blended into a burn that had her channel clenching on air.

“I love your ass.” Jase’s voice was hard, deep. Just the way she wished his cock was. He palmed both cheeks and squeezed. There was a shift in the air behind her, then she felt his lips on the bottom curve of her right buttock.

“Jase.”

He nibbled at her left globe then placed a kiss over the spot that still burned from his spank.

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

Jase growled. He nipped her ass again then rose behind her. His cock nudged at her folds and fucked along her sheath, the tip tapping at her clit with each stroke. He was driving her wild. He made her insatiable.

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