Page 77 of Keep Your Friends Close and Your… Work Enemy Closer?

Needing to check it out for myself, I glanced down, and yeah, maybe compared to other skimpier swimwear it had a lot more coverage. But it did scoop down quite low and push my breasts together, giving me ample cleavage.

I returned my eyes to Jared, our heated gazes colliding, the sultry steam rising up between us like some kind of metaphor for our growing lust.

He shifted his big body. "It's hard to be a gentleman when you look at me like that."

"What if I don't want you to be a gentleman?"

Nineteen

Annalise

The air suddenly shifted, that one little innocent question potentially changing everything. Well, maybe it hadn't been so innocent. The thoughts in my mind were anything but innocent.

All that bare skin in front of me, those glistening muscles, the image of the bulge Jared had sported that one night in the office, and the fact that he'd implied he was now hard? Because of me?

It all combined to make me so incredibly turned on, I had to hold myself back from jumping Jared's bones.

The words I'd just spoken seemed to echo around us, like I'd lobbed a tennis ball into the air, and I was waiting to see what he'd do with it.

Leaning forward, he pinned me with his glance. "You don't want me to be a gentleman?" he asked, enunciating every word carefully, making me squirm with the deep, husky timbre of his voice.

"No," I admitted quietly. "I really don't."

The already sky-high tension ratcheted up, thickening the steamy air, and I had a bit of trouble breathing, wondering what the hell this man might do. We were officially in unknown territory, and I had no idea what would happen next.

"Then come here," he said, a gleam of challenge in his eyes, like he was daring me to get closer, daring me to make the next move.

I probably should have debated it, should have weighed the consequences like I tended to do, but something about this night, something about the late hour and being so all alone out in the middle of nowhere, made me feel reckless, like I could throw all caution to the wind, like no one would ever know my dirty little secret.

For once, I didn't fight it, and I only hesitated a split second before I closed the distance between us and slid over to his side of the hot tub. Not quite having the guts to straddle him like I wanted to do, I sat next to him, his strong arm going around me in an instant, pulling me in close.

I let myself lean into him, feeling the warmth and slick heat of his body, the heat of the water, heat all around me. I didn't want to fight this attraction anymore. So why not just give in and see what happened?

Glancing up into his eyes, his lips were oh so close, and I found myself staring at his mouth. Which moved even closer. And closer still.

And then his lips were on me, devouring me, the passion a million times more than it had been in the forest earlier, something I hadn't thought was possible. He tasted incredible, everything about our kiss perfection, Jared doing this alternating thing that drove me crazy, slowing down like he was savoring me, then turning almost feral with this need that was electric.

I wanted more. I had to have more.

Not able to get close enough to him in this position, I let my body drift and float off the seat, my legs going around him like he was my anchor. And now I was indeed straddling him.

He made a low noise in his throat as our bodies connected, his eyes dark with pure desire. "Jesus," he muttered, taking a deep breath.

That I had this kind of effect on him did something to me, filled me with confidence, the headiest sensation I'd ever had. Brimming with want, my hands went up around his neck, bending his head to me, taking initiative with another kiss, not holding back as I tasted him with my tongue.

I let myself melt completely into him, wet body against wet body, and then I sat down fully on top of him, a moan escaping me as my core made contact with his erection. Holy shit. He was huge. And hard. And utter perfection.

Not able to help myself, instinct taking over, I slid over him, rocking my hips, his cock perfectly aligned with my slit.

"Oh, my God," Jared groaned.

Taking charge and loving it, I claimed his mouth in another kiss, our tongues colliding, Jared's arms pulling me into him like a vise.

My hips going back and forth, the friction between us was pure heaven. His hands moved down from my back to my ass, gripping my bare skin.

"Cordelia..." he said, his voice strangled.

"What?" I asked, kissing my way down his neck, marveling at the way we fit together.

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