Page 89 of Driving Him Wild

can end this right now. Or we can end this an hour from now on condition the hour is spent the way

we intended ten minutes ago.’

I held my breath, praying he wouldn’t take the first option. Praying for a precious sixty minutes

more with him before I had to let him go.

He stepped forward, paused for an infinitesimal second, then lifted his hand to my cheek with a

wry smile. ‘I’m not idiotic enough to walk away given those options. But know this. We might be

fucking instead of talking, but we’ll still be having a conversation,min elskerinde,’ he said with quiet confidence that angered me, even as my heart wept at the gift of those two words.

A gift I didn’t deserve, but was too selfish, too greedy to turn away. ‘I hope you’re not awfully

disappointed if that conversation is one-sided,’ I sniped, distressed by the dominion he seemed to

have over my emotions. ‘Undress,’ I ordered, kicking my shoes off before stepping out of my own

clothes.

Naked, I pulled out one of the conference room chairs, sat down and then slowly cupped my

breasts and toyed with the peaks as I watched him tear off his clothes.

His cock jerked, a drop of moisture already beading the tip of the broad head. Tugging, twisting,

tormenting the hard tips, I opened my senses to self-pleasure, intensified by the rapt look on his face as I arched my back.

My pussy throbbed and clenched around the promise of his cock. When I moaned, his lips parted

on a harsh pant.

Abandoning one tight peak, I trailed my hand down my midriff, my fingernails drawing shivers

over my skin and trailing goosebumps down my navel to my hairless mound. There I rested for a

moment, revelling in the agitated rise and fall of his chest and my own dark pleasure.

Slowly, I parted my thighs. His gaze zeroed in on my wetness, and I spread my legs wider. He

groaned and licked his lower lip.

Stark, anguished need intensified on his face and his thighs shook beneath the force of his desire.

I slid two fingers on either side of my wetness, pinching my labia tight. The zap of lust was nearly my undoing. Jensen growled beneath his breath, and I knew he was on the verge of begging.

Except he wouldn’t. He had his instructions, and, sublime sub that he was, he would obey to his

dying breath.

Enjoy this while you can.

I refocused on him. His gaze was still riveted to the fingers gliding up and down my folds. ‘Do you want to taste me, Jensen?’

He groaned. ‘Yes,min elskerinde.’

I slid one finger inside. Then two. Deep. Deeper to my second knuckle. Rolled my hips to get them

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