Page 104 of The Arrangement
I never understood cuddling. I was firmly in Team Don’t Touch Me After Sex and Respect My Personal Bubble. But that was before I knew what it felt like to be inhisarms. It’s my favorite place to be. I don’t feel violated or suffocated by him. Instead, I feel cherished—and I love it.
I perch on his knee, but he drags me back into his lap. He finds his spot in the bend of my neck and presses long, sweet kisses there.
“What if someone walks in?” I ask, my eyes fluttering closed.
“They better knock, or I’ll fire them.”
I smile as his kisses reach my jaw. “You can’t just fire people.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because you’d feel bad,” I say, laughing.
He grins against my lips. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
Yet I do.
I hold my breath just before he does exactly what I expect him to do. One hand splays against my stomach, and the other slides up my thigh. I inhale, holding it as his fingers reach my already soaked flesh.
He growls in my ear, nipping at my lobe.
“What?” I ask coyly, tilting my head to the side. “No panties shouldn’t be a problem because no one should know but me.”
He turns his chair so that if someone does open his door, they won’t see anything. Then he slides one of my legs over his lap.
“This is against the employee handbook,” I tease, resting my head against his. His cock is rock hard beneath me.
“Probably. But there’s probably a clause about spouses.”
I snort. “You think?”
“I’ll have HR amend it as soon as I get you off.”
I sag against him as he slips a finger inside my slit.
“We’re going to have to do something about this,” he whispers, sliding one, and then two fingers into me. “I might have to transfer you after all.”
A short gasp escapes my lips as I press down against his hand.
“I love that you’re always ready for me,” he says, tugging at my earlobe with his teeth.
“Little did you know, but I’ve been ready for you like this since the day I met you at Coffee and Cream.”
He growls again. “Don’t tell me that.”
“It’s true.” I moan softly as he forms smooth circles over my clit. “Can we lock the door for just a few minutes?”
“No. I have a meeting in”—he checks the clock—“six minutes.”
I bark out a laugh that turns quickly into another moan.
A tingle dances up my spine, drawing with it the weight that precedes an orgasm. I grip Jason’s thighs, my nails digging into him, as he pushes a finger deep inside me.
His other hand joins the onslaught, working together to bring me to climax quickly.
“Ah!” I gasp, the intensity and pressure so sharp it’s almost painful. Jason presses a hand over my mouth as my head pushes against him, my body fucking his hand.
He chuckles, shushing me. “If you can’t do this quietly, this won’t be able to happen again.”
