Page 114 of Corrupt Game

What was I thinking? She had thought I could be capable of killing him. Even though I’d been exonerated, that didn’t mean she was just going to fall in love with me.

I had to have a plan to keep her. No more forcing her against her will. I was going to shower her with gifts and attention. She needed to know that I wanted her, and not just as a torture toy. She was so much more than that.

My mind continued to process all that we’d said to each other the day before.

I couldn’t help my visceral reaction, though. Her anger turned me on in a way that was surprising. My body needed her right now.

Rough, angry, morning sex was what I wanted. Hopefully, she would be willing.

Reaching around, I began to rub her breast in little circle motions until she groaned in her sleep.

My erection was pressing into the crack in between her butt cheeks.

She moved her ass closer until she was practically giving me an ass job. Was that even a real thing? Who fucking cared? It was amazing, and she needed to do it often.

Shrugging, I didn’t really care what it was called. I just knew that I was going to explode if I didn’t have my cock buried in her warm folds very soon.

I rolled her over onto her back and gently tweaked one of her nipples. Some people might be willing to have sex with an unconscious body, but that wasn’t my kink. I wanted her to be present and willing.

Her eyes flickered, and she snuggled toward me all warm and yielding, smelling delicious.

She’d only worn a shirt and panties to bed, and she arched her back to help as I pulled the rest of her clothes off.

“Collette?”

“Mmm, don’t stop now. You were just about to get to the good part.” She mumbled, her eyes half open and her hair disheveled. Sexiness oozed from her and I wanted to lap it up.

I grinned and trailed a hand down her leg.

While I wanted to be gentle and show her that side of me, I’d gone two months looking at her body. Stuck with a constant hard on, and always being on the verge of cumming anytime she would touch herself.

“Don’t go slow. I’ve been having dreams all night about sex with you. Must have been something that I thought of before bed.” She winked up at me.

My cock hardened more, which I hadn'tthought possible.

“Yes, ma’am. Your wish is my command.” I took her at her word and began to thrust into her heated sex. My cock clenched and grew harder. It was throbbing for release as Collette’s warm tunnel sucked me in, ready to drain me dry.

While we were both ready for a grand finish, and I could tell that she kept holding off on orgasming, but I kept thrusting and stroking her clit. I was timing it with each thrust, determined to make her come and give into me.

This was the best form of torture in that there was no actual pain involved. Eventually her own edging couldn’t be held onto any longer, and I brought her over the brink. I held my breath as she squeezed hard. I had to start reciting numbers in my head and then I let go.

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The shower helped to cool me off, but I knew that it wouldn’t take much from her before I was ready to rail her again.

A little bit of her sassy attitude, and I was going to be begging her for more sex. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind.

Cock stiffly placed in my trousers, I could only hope that we’d get some work accomplished before we left for Ireland. If nothing else, we could work off excess energy on each other.

We easily fell back into the pattern, as they had been for the past few weeks when we were at work. We worked in tandem, making sure that all of the important issues were taken care of. The loose ends had to be completed and anything that could be rescheduled was.

She signed the new papers and took great satisfaction in shredding the old set in the files. I held back a chuckle at the flourish in which she did it.

My business took priority while we sought Andrew’s killer because without it, I wouldn’t have the resources or money to be able to look for the person that had taken his life. I appreciated that Collette thought of it the same way. She didn’t beg or harp at me for not jumping on a plane right away.

She was smart and had her mind on the ultimate goal. Patience was something she could tap into for work. Maybe it was her interactions with me that made it fly out the window.

When lunchtime rolled around, I was surprised when she asked for her phone and purse back.

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