Page 44 of Enemies with Benefits

Sweet Lord in heaven, was I ever? I stumbled after her as she crossed the vast living room to stop in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window. Below us, London was spread out in a carpet of lights. In the darkened room, all I saw was Wren’s stunning silhouette as she braced her hands on the glass.

Before I reached her, I’d wrenched off my jacket containing the panties I was definitely going to keep and unfastened the first few buttons of my shirt.

‘I like this view,’ she said, casting another wicked look over her shoulder.

‘Then stay there. Take it all in,’ I suggested, intending to do some sightseeing of my own. I reached her, curled one hand over her plump buttocks as I swept her hair aside and dragged my lips along her elegant neck.

Her shudder and soft moan went straight to my cock. My hand tightened on her soft, rounded arse. ‘I should spank this naughty little bottom for walking around with no panties on.’

Her shiver said she liked that idea. Very much. ‘Do it,’ she muttered, her hands spreading wide on the glass, even as her hips rolled into my groin.

‘Fuck, Wren,’ I groaned, the indecent thought of reddening her behind punching a fresh bolt of lust through me. With fingers that weren’t quite steady, I tugged up her dress as my tongue licked up the side of her neck. The moment she was exposed, I delivered a light slap to her derriere.

A hot little gasp left her lips. ‘Oh!’

‘You like that?’ I growled.

‘Yes. Again,’ she commanded.

My fingers delved into her hair, gripped her lightly and turned her head to receive my kiss as I spanked her again. I swallowed her next gasp, devouring it the same way I wanted to devour her. Two spanks later and we were both so excited I was in fear of this getting out of hand. Releasing her, I undressed, then reached for the condom. Before me, Wren wriggled out of her dress and bra and tossed them aside, her eyes green flames of need as she watched me.

‘Hurry up, Jasper.’

I tugged the condom on, then froze for a moment, arrested by the spectacular sight before me. ‘Not yet, baby. I need to look at you.’ Despite our previous dalliances, this was the first time I was seeing Wren completely naked. My mouth dried as I took in every inch of her silky smooth skin, the graceful arch of her spine, trailed my fingers from her nape to her tail bone. ‘Fuck, you’re so beautiful.’

Her head dipped a fraction, another bashful look fleeting across her face before the siren returned, her eyes commanding me to grant her wish. ‘I need you inside me, Jasper. Right now.’

And since that was exactly what I wanted, I braced both hands on her hips. ‘Open your legs wider for me,’ I rasped.

The moment she did, I positioned myself at her heated entrance. Then, volcanic need threatening to rip me to pieces, I thrust inside her. Her scream echoed my gut-deep groan. I lost all sense of time and place, the only sensation the tightness of her sheath as she welcomed me in. ‘Fuck, Wren. Fuck!’

‘More, Jasper. Give me more.’

I kept thrusting until sweat coated both our bodies, until her final hoarse scream ended in convulsions that milked my own release from me. Bracing one hand on the glass to keep me upright, I planted kisses on her neck and shoulders as we caught our breaths.

Something inside me tightened when she reached back and trailed one hand over my thigh. The idea that she needed to touch me as much as I yearned to caress her kept me at the window far longer than I would’ve done if she weren’t touching me.

I wasn’t one for post-coital cuddling, and yet I couldn’t find any reason to move away. When my kisses trailed to her jaw and she turned into my kiss, my insides continued to sing and twist and sizzle in a way I wasn’t too keen on exploring. And when she gave another soft moan, I knew I was gone.

‘We did leave it open-ended as to how many times we fucked once the six hours were up, right?’

Her sultry little laugh went straight to my balls, making me hard all over again. ‘I believe we did.’

Bending low, I scooped her up in my arms and strode for the bedroom. ‘Wonderful. Let me know when you’ve had enough.’

‘Let me know when you’ve had enough.’

Jasper’s words reverberated through my mind as I packed for the week-long trip to Morocco a week later. Far from experiencing the emotional apathy I had with my two previous relationships, I felt...alive. Quietly unfettered. As if something inside me were straining to break free.

Perhaps it was all the glorious sex.

Perhaps it was the inroads I’d made into renegotiating the terms Perry had initially tied Bingham’s to.

Paolo had signed on the dotted line to be the exclusive tequila supplier for one year in not just the Moroccan resort but in all Mortimer hotels. And as of last night, I’d received a firmmaybefrom Jasper to shorten the one-year profit-margin projections to nine months, a term that I fully intended to reduce to six months before we touched down in Marrakesh.

Success on that front would mean, by summertime, Bingham’s could well see a healthy profit from our association with the Mortimer Group. Not that my board was in the mood to heap accolades on my head. Nevertheless, the blatant grumblings had...lessened in the past week. At least from the board members.

My mother on the other hand...

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