Page 41 of The Proximity Effect

He groaned, his head falling back. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect. Look at you, spread out for me, begging for my cock. You’re mine, Tessa. All mine.”

His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I moaned. I was so close, teetering on the edge, but he wasn’t going to let me fall. Not yet.

“You’re going to watch me come all over you, and then you’re going to go back to your room and think about what just happened. About how good it was to have my mouth on you and my fingers inside you. You’re going to think about how it felt to watch me come.” His words were filthy, and they sent a wave of heat crashing through me.

“Yes! Please, let me see you come!” I wasn’t one to beg, but at this point, I’d do anything.

He stepped closer, his hand moving faster, his breathing growing more ragged. His eyes were locked on mine, and I saw the moment he let go and lost control. “Fuck!” His hand slowed as he came, his release spilling all over my exposed skin.

It sent an electric pulse through my entire body, and I moaned, loud and unrestrained as I came. My thighs shook, and my toes curled as the orgasm ripped through me.

He stood there for a moment, his chest heaving with his eyes locked onto me coming completely undone with his release painted across my skin. The intensity of his gaze made me feel simultaneously powerful and vulnerable.

Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed some tissue from his desk drawer. The gentle way he cleaned me up was such a stark contrast to his earlier dominance that it made my insides melt all over again.

His fingers brushed against my oversensitive skin, and I had to bite my lip to hold back another moan. The tender attention he paid to making sure every trace was gone was almost more intimate than what we’d done.

“Are you okay?” He picked up my clothes off the floor, handing them to me.

“More than okay.” My cheeks burned as I slid off the desk, my legs shaky. “I should, um… go.”

He fixed his clothes as I got dressed, neither of us saying another word. What was there to say? Thanks for the orgasms and coming all over me? We should do this again sometime.

As I reached the door, I glanced back at him still standing in exactly the same place he had been. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He nodded. “Sweet dreams, Tessa.”

Oh, they would be.

As I made my way back to my room, I could still feel where his release had hit my skin and the heat of his gaze, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to forget this. Not tonight. Not ever.

Chapter 15

Removing The Stick

Archer

Istared at the legal brief on my laptop screen, the words blurring together. I’d been up since five, trying to focus on corporate law instead of replaying every moment from last night with Tessa on this very desk. The memory was like an itch I couldn’t scratch, a distraction I didn’t need right now.

My fingers flexed around my third cup of coffee, and it wasn’t even nine yet. I could still feel Tessa’s skin under my fingertips, hear the way she’d gasped my name, taste the sweetness of?—

“You look like shit.”

Evan’s voice jerked me back to reality. He leaned in my doorway with that insufferably knowing grin of his, the one that made me want to throw something at his head. Preferably something heavy, like the hideous phallic-shaped decorative paperweight he’d given me for Christmas as a joke.

“Did you need something?” I clicked randomly on my screen, pretending I’d been deep in concentration rather than deep inmemories that were not appropriate for work hours. Or any hours, given our current situation.

“I wanted to check if you survived whatever kept you here until midnight.” He dropped into the chair across from me, making himself at home like he always did. “You left early too.”

I forced my expression to remain neutral, though based on Evan’s smirk, I wasn’t entirely successful. “I had work to do.”

“Uh-huh.” Evan leaned forward, studying me like I was one of his marketing case studies. And damn him, he’d always been too perceptive for his own good.

“I was reviewing contracts.” Not technically a lie. I had reviewed contracts. Eventually. After Tessa had left, I’d spent twenty minutes putting my office back in order and another ten making my dick deflate again. “For Stevenson, Blackwell, & Burke.”

The playful glint in Evan’s eyes dimmed, replaced by something that looked uncomfortably like disappointment. “You’re still taking cases?”

“Someone has to think about what happens after these two years are up.” I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off an oncoming headache. The same one that seemed to appear whenever we had this conversation. “The resort’s barely breaking even.”

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