Page 36 of Enemies with Benefits

‘Fuck yes,’ he breathed, as if I’d delivered the very thing he wanted. He dragged me lower until my bottom hung off the edge of the table. Arranging my legs up until they were curled around his neck, he leaned forward, plastered his lips over mine in a dirty, carnal kiss; a brief but frantic duelling of the tongues before he surged back up. His breath emerging in harsh pants, Jasper widened his stance and slammed even harder inside me. A louder scream left my throat, my back arching off the table as sublime sensation curled through me.

‘Come for me, sweetheart. I need to feel you come all over my cock.’

Needing somewhere on his body to anchor myself, I wrapped my fingers around his forearms. Moments later, I smashed through the barrier of no return.

‘Oh, God, I’m coming,’ I whispered, a strange transcendental sensation washing over me as I was thrown headlong into my climax. It arrived as a forceful tsunami, threatening to rip me apart from the inside. My nails dug into his arms when bliss crashed over me, dragging me deep, deeper than I’d ever been before in my life. Longer than I’d ever experienced.

When the storm abated, when I could again prise open eyes I couldn’t remember closing, it was to find Jasper propped on his elbows over me, his incisive eyes absorbing my every twitch and gasp.

A half minute passed before I realised he was still hard and solid inside me. Shock must have registered because he gave a tight smile, his face a mask of deep arousal, ruthlessly controlled.

‘Did I leave you hanging?’ I attempted to tease, although the shifting emotions inside me left me wildly unsettled in the aftermath.

‘That one was for you. Watching you come was a pleasure I wasn’t about to deny myself.’

‘But?’

He didn’t answer immediately. His head dropped a few inches, his mouth taking my nipple and sucking hard before, at the sensitive shiver coursing through me, he raised his head.

‘But now I get to experience what it feels like to come inside you.’ His voice was a raw throb of anticipation that tingled every nerve in my body.

Before I could draw breath, he snatched me off the table. He disengaged long enough to flip me around and repositioned my legs, until my feet met the floor, and then bent me over the conference table.

Then, as if he had all the time in the world, Jasper ran his fingers through my hair, over my neck and down my spine. He unclasped my bra, trailed kisses where his hands had been, and cupped my breasts. As if he knew how sensitive I was, he merely squeezed and fondled them for another minute without teasing my nipples. Then he nudged me upright; my back to his hot, muscled chest, he wrapped one arm around my waist. ‘Raise your arms, Wren. Wrap them around my neck,’ he whispered in my ear.

Wearing my heels and stockings with my skirt around my waist and my arms angled backwards around his neck, I felt dirty and decadent. Apparently, he thought so too because his breathing grew frantic and rapid. ‘You have any idea how long I’ve imagined you like this?’

I smiled. ‘Hmm, roughly about two weeks?’

He laughed. ‘Try a whole lot longer, sweetheart.’

With that, he thrust upward inside me.

Every single thought dissolved from my brain as Jasper began to fuck me again.

With his free hand he explored me, from chest to thighs and in between, and when I began to lose my mind again, and his thrusts grew erratic and much deeper than I thought possible, his fingers delved between my folds, expertly strumming my clit in exquisite motions that sent me surging into the stratosphere once again.

His head aligned with mine, I heard his low growls as I started to come. ‘Christ, Wren. You feel fucking amazing. So tight and hot and beautiful.Yes, yes, yes,’ he hissed in sync with his thrusts as we drowned in our mutual orgasm.

Coming down from the second high was just as surreal, and when he pulled out of me and perched me on the table, a twinge of loss staggered me. Watching him stroll to the cabinet, I felt weirdly unmoored, turned inside out as I struggled to get my emotions under control.

None of my previous encounters had affected me this much. But this was still just sex. Great sex. It was the height of stupidity to get emotional or evangelical about it. I repeated those words feverishly to myself as he returned. Striving for composure, I lifted my head, meeting his gaze with a cool smile as he set down the stack of tissues on the table. ‘May I?’ he asked.

What little poise I’d scrambled together threatened to evaporate at his request.

Stop it.This didn’t mean anything. So he cared about my comfort. Big deal. About to tell him I was a grown woman and he didn’t need to attend to me, I found myself biting my lip and nodding.

The gleam in his eyes said my answer had pleased him but in the next moment the expression was gone. Surrealness engulfed me again as he cleaned me up, then, plucking my panties off the floor, he sank low and looked up at me. Our gazes connected, I stepped back into my underwear and he pulled it up my legs slowly, his gaze dropping once to rest on my pussy for a long, prolonged moment before sliding the underwear back into place.

Perturbed by how unnerving his aftercare was, how needy it made me feel, I jerked upright and cleared my throat. ‘I need to get going.’

Jasper rose calmly, stepped forward and spiked his fingers through my hair. Tilting my face up, he dropped a soft, brief kiss on my lips.

With every cell in my body, I wanted to prolong the kiss. I sucked in a breath when he stepped away, the loss echoing inside me.

God, what the hell is wrong with me?

A little desperately, I retrieved my bra, slipped it back on before reclaiming my blouse. I kept my back to him as I buttoned it up and slipped on my jacket. On slightly firmer ground, I passed my own fingers through my hair and then gathered my papers off the table.

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