Page 80 of Work with Me

I’d seen stars. “Of course. I haven’t come like that in…ever.”

He rolled closer and laid a hand on top of the comforter that covered me. “I love”—he swallowed—“how honest you are.”

My heart raced. Was he about to tell me he loved me? That wasn’t what this was about. Was it? Like he’d said, we were two consenting adults, enjoying each other’s bodies.

“You think there’s room in there for me?” He nodded at the duvet. “It’s a little chilly out here, and I’m a cuddler.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Still, the hopeful expression on his face melted me. I opened one side of the comforter, covering my torso with the rest. “Come on, then.”

He nudged inside and then spooned around me. One arm tucked under my head and the other draped around my waist. The comforter twined around us, making an uncomfortable lump under my hip. I wiggled and tugged to straighten it out, and by the time my hip was flat against the mattress, my butt was snugged up against Jackson’s stiffening erection, and his breath was hot in my ear.

His hand crept up to cradle my breast. “Could I interest you in a second round?” He flicked my nipple.

That flick sent a shock straight to my center. I gasped at the intensity. Every part of me was on board with his proposal. “You said you wanted to cuddle,” I teased, squirming against him again.

“That was before you ground your beautiful soft bits against my not-so-soft ones.” Proving his point, the head of his cock slid between my legs.

I held back a moan. “I was just trying to get comfortable.”

“This is pretty comfortable, don’t you think?” He drew his hips back and then pushed them forward, sliding his cock over my pussy.

My sex clenched, hungry for him. Teasing time was over. “Feels good.”

He trailed his fingers down my stomach and cupped between my legs. “How does this feel?” He thrummed his fingers across my clit.

I flung my top leg over his and let out a groan.

“Okay,” he whispered against my neck. “I’m going to interpret that as ‘fucking fantastic.’”

He strummed me higher and higher until I held my breath, waiting for the orgasm that dangled tantalizingly out of reach. “Jackson,” I murmured, “make me come.”

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“I—I don’t know.”

“What about—” He kissed me, right at the juncture between my shoulder and my neck, and then I felt the bite of his teeth on my skin. The small pain, paired with a pinch to my clit, rocketed through me and sent me over the edge with a shriek.

When I came back from my star-spangled orgasm, he was kissing the spot he’d bitten and gently pressing on my clit.

I tried to say his name, but it came out as an unintelligible mumble. My mouth wasn’t working. None of my muscles were.

“You good, baby?”

My skin fizzed at the endearment. He could call me that all he wanted now that we weren’t working together. No more chances for him to slip up in front of the team. I nodded.

He rolled away for a second, and I heard paper rip. He shifted back under the comforter and knelt between my knees. But instead of plunging right in, he scooted down toward the foot of the bed and bent so his chin hovered between my legs.

“Can I taste you again? I’ll be gentle if you’re sensitive.”

Still in the trough of post-orgasmic bliss, I nodded.

Before he touched me, he felt under the comforter until he found my ankles. I was still wearing one shoe. The other had fallen off somewhere between orgasms. He snugged them around his torso and ensured the point of my red heel rested in the crease of his hip. “Go ahead and spur me,” he said with a grin. “But watch out for the dangly bits, or you might miss out on another orgasm.”

He bent and scraped his bristly jaw along my inner thigh until he reached my center. Spreading me with his thumbs, he lapped my pussy inside and out. My legs started to tremble, and I dug my heels into his hips.

“That’s it, baby,” he said against my sex. “Give it to me again.”

My hips rose, and I ground myself against his face. What was it about this man that dissolved my resistance, that arrowed through the chinks in my armor? I focused solely on my pleasure and how he heightened it.

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