Page 33 of Inevitable Love
I bite my lip to keep from moaning, unable to stop my hips from thrusting toward his fingers.
“Are you wet for me, Mags?”
His hand slides up my chest, between my breasts, to grip my throat. I’ve never been more thankful for an off-the-shoulder shirt in my life.
“I need a taste. Just once.” Greedy lips take my mouth, leaving me drugged and wanting and oh so needy. “Be a good girl and be quiet for me.”
And then he falls away, lowering to a knee, hitching my thigh over his shoulder. He drags my panties to the side, andthen his hot mouth is on me. He swirls his tongue around my clit, laving it through my folds, thrusting into me.
My breath catches as my hands fall to his hair. I can’t move, can’t make a sound, when all I want to do is call out his name. I grind myself against his mouth, gripping his hair as tension curls low in my belly and an instant orgasm threatens.
Maybe it’s the threat of discovery.
Maybe it’s just Jackson and his talented tongue.
My body clenches, and he pulls away. Rising swiftly, he takes my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, licking and tasting me, swallowing my moan as he sinks his fingers into me.
Silently, I shatter, clinging to him like my life depends on it. We’ve crossed a line. Willingly. Wholeheartedly. Completely obliterated any semblance of keeping this thing between us platonic. It was stupid to even try.
Jackson lowers my leg as we pant against each other, trying to catch our breath. Down the hall, there’s a knock and a throat clearing.
“Yo, Jackson. Heads up. Mac’s pulling up.”
Oh my god, that was Cal’s voice. And he knows I’m in here with Jackson, and he probably assumes we are not playing cards.
“Oh shit,” I whisper against Jackson’s lips. “What do we do?”
Jackson presses his lips to mine like he can’t be bothered by something so pesky as his boss, and mutters, “We do the adult thing and sneak you out of here. Try to act like I didn’t just give you the best orgasm of your life, and it’ll be fine.”
I shove, hard, against his chest, even though it’s the last thing I want to do. “Oh, please. Don’t flatter yourself.That was?—”
“The best you ever had?” he says with a satisfied smirk, one perfectly sculpted brow raised like he knows about every last one of my sexual exploits.
“Adequate,” I shoot back at him.
Instead of being a rational, panic-filled adult and stepping away so we can sneak out as he’s suggested, he presses his hips into me, pinning me to the wall behind his open door with his rock-hard dick.
“Challenge accepted.”
Chapter Twelve
Jackson
Despite my promise to Maggie to deliver earth-shattering orgasms, duty calls. After Maggie and I snuck out the back door and I watched her drive away, I met up with the rest of the crew and received the news that we’d be staying on for another twelve-hour stint to cover the station while the regular crew had mandatory training exercises.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt with her via text messages, though. And I have. All day. Every message more suggestive than the next until, finally, she sent me one of her vibrator, claiming it was my competition and it was winning.
I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop. I fully intend on proving to her that there’s no competition.
I push through the back door of Sticky Sweet, hauling in the cans of paint stacked outside.
“Honey, I’m home,” I call out. “Where do you wantme?” A dozen different mental images pop into my mind. Maggie bent over her desk, or up against the wall in her office. On her back at one of the tables, or better yet, riding my dick in one of the flimsy bistro chairs while I explore her glorious tits.
“In here.” Her voice floats over the Fleetwood Mac playlist. Just the sound of her has me at half-mast already, and I adjust my cock as I follow it, drawn to her like a moth to flame. The shop is empty, all the tables pushed to the center of the room. Paper lines the windows, hiding the work being performed. Even in the disarray, coming into this shop is as comfortable as coming home.
“Did I mention that covering the windows while you do the work is genius?” I say to the empty room. I thought her voice came from the front, but she’s nowhere in sight. All I want to do is find her and finish what we started in my bunk room. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for nearly twenty-four hours.
I round the display case to find Maggie on her knees, ass in the air. If I angle my head just right, I can look straight down her shirt at those gorgeous breasts.
