Page 79 of Keep Your Friends Close and Your… Work Enemy Closer?

"Oh, God, that feels good," I managed to say as he slowly made a circle with his tongue, tracing me, studying me and learning what made me tick.

He began to flick me then, back and forth, in a slow, deliberate pattern that drove me wild, all while making a rumbling groan that caused me to realize the best thing of all.

Jared was enjoying this. As much as I was maybe.

And that took everything to new heights. Certain guys in the past had treated this like a chore, a means to an end, all about reciprocation and expecting a blow job for their lame efforts.

But with Jared? I knew that wasn't the case at all.

His fingers digging into the flesh of my ass, he pulled me into him, so much so I wondered how he could breathe.

But all thoughts fled my head as he continued to tongue my clit, turning relentless, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, God..." I moaned, clenching his head tighter.

Don't stop, I wanted to say.Please don't stop. But nothing came out.

Because the wave started to crash over me just then, my climax hitting me full force, Jared not letting up, giving me the best orgasm of my life.

When the waves finally subsided, he kissed my clit so sweetly and raised his big body upright, standing between my legs, our eyes meeting in the glow of the lanterns.

"You tasted even better than I thought you would," he said.

This man. How had he gone from annoying-as-hell co-worker to cunnilingus king Jared? I smiled at the unintentional alliteration.

"What's the smile for?" he asked.

"Just that if you were Max Sterling, I'd call you the cunnilingus king..." Wait, that hadn't come out the way I'd intended.

His smile fell. "What?"

"I mean... I don't know. I just called you that in my head, and... and..." It was definitely not cool to bring up our hated CEO right afterthat. "Please just forget it. It was the alliteration. And my brain's all scrambled by the most amazing orgasm I've ever had."

And his easy grin was back. "Really?"

"Really." I beamed up at him. "By far."

He tucked some loose hair behind my ear, the gesture heart-meltingly sweet, his expression thoughtful, his eyes suddenly serious.

"Dee, I... I, um..."

My eyes were distracted by what was right in front of me, the gigantic bulge in his swim shorts. Holy shit. He was huge,making my mouth water at the thought of what I wanted to do back to him.

Reaching for his trunks, I had just barely had a feel of his tantalizing skin when his hands stopped me. "You don't have to do anything, you know," he said. "I wanted this night to be about you."

Oh, fuck. What was that stirring in my heart? Was I seriously starting to catch some feelings here?

"And now you should probably try to get some sleep," he added.

Was he kidding? "So you're just going to go upstairs withthat?" I pointed at his massive erection. "And suffer through blue balls?"

He laughed. "I'll survive."

I could hardly believe it, and I had no idea what to say at this strange turn of events.

"I really don't want to come in the hot tub," he said wryly.

"But what if I swallowed?"

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