Page 65 of Bitter Confessions

“You too.” Her voice was muffled against a broad chest. She tried to turn her head and make eye contact with the men so she wouldn’t seem rude, but Roth’s arms were like steel around her. “I apologize for the interruption. I didn’t mean to?—”

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” The masculine voice was wry and amused. “There are more important things than business—right, Roth?”

Her husband didn’t respond with words but expressed his agreement by caging Jasmine against the wall and devouring her. Even as her body went up in flames, she was very aware of the men in the room. When she tried to break the kiss, Roth growled and bit her lip to show his displeasure. She twisted her hand in his jacket. What the hell was he doing? This was so out of the realm of possibilities she anticipated that her head was spinning. Her eyes flicked to the left as the last man walked out. Mo, face averted, reached for the handle and pulled the door shut.

Roth gripped her jaw, forcing her to meet his heated gaze. “You care if they see me kiss you?”

“You don’t?” Propriety clashed with giddy delight at his outrageous PDA.

“No. I do what I want,” he said and grabbed the front halves of her coat.

Before she could guess what he was about to do, he yanked them apart. Her mouth dropped as buttons went flying. Black eyes raked over her sweater dress.

“You fucked up, princess.”

She didn’t move a muscle as his hand slid beneath her skirt and brushed over the gusset of her underwear. Slowly, he shook his head as if he were disappointed in her.

“You were supposed to be naked under this coat.”

“I was?” she said stupidly.

“Yes, but I can fix that.”

That was her only warning before he ripped away her lace underwear, which he could have easily slipped down her legs.

“Hey!”

She pushed at him, but he was on a mission. He shoved her coat and her purse off her shoulders before whipping the dress over her head. He stripped her naked, aside from her knee-high boots and her bra, in less than fifteen seconds. Jasmine went numb with shock as he undid the front clasp of her bra and tugged it down her lax arm. She watched it sail across the room and land on the arm of one of the chairs in front of the desk.

“On your knees.”

His devil’s gaze compelled her to obey. She wanted to. Having him choose her over work made her want to give him anything he wanted, but... were Mo and Johan standing on the other side of the door? She wanted to reach over and turn the lock even though she knew no one would enter his domain without knocking. Was the glass wall beyond his desk tinted, or...?

“I need you on your knees, princess,” he said in a rough tone that brought her skittish attention back to him.

She took a deep breath. In the privacy of their home, she submitted to him without thought. Where they were shouldn’t make a difference. Bottom line, she trusted him to take care of her. When she was kneeling on the cold marble he leaned down and gave her a deep, drugging kiss that told her how pleased he was.

“Five years I’ve waited for a chance to redeem myself for walking away when you came to London,” he rasped. “I thought it would take months to get you to come to me. Couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you standing there. You keep making my dreams come true, princess, and now you’re going to fulfill another.”

His low growl was making her hot. She clamped her thighs together as her body responded. His eyes glittered with salacious hunger as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He stroked himself, which made her mouth water.

He raised a questioning brow. “Are you going to claim what you own?”

Her mouth curved as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, which jumped in welcome. She kissed the side of it and murmured, “You’re admitting it, Jamie? I own you?”

“You tell me.”

Challenge accepted. She focused completely on him, determined to top his fantasy. She adjusted his pants so she could pull out his balls, fondling him as she worked his dick, which lengthened into the monster she knew would be inside her very soon.

“Fuck, Jasmine.”

She gave him a wicked smile as she lapped and teased and stroked so he bucked in her hand. Too bad his employees wouldn’t hear him shouting her name. With his home office being soundproof, she was certain this one was as well. On the other hand, that meant they could be as loud and lurid as they wanted and his staff would be none the wiser, aside from the fact her bodyguards were waiting on her.

A gust of air to her left was her only warning before she registered the sound of voices where there’d been only the sounds of her sucking and his low grunts of masculine satisfaction. When she reared back into the wall, Roth followed and lodged himself deeper than she was prepared for. She tried to control her gag reflex as her nails dug into his rock-hard thighs.

“Keep sucking me,” he ordered.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door was cracked. The only explanation was he’d opened it, but why? She made an urgent sound. He responded to by stroking her hair.

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