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She bends her face to mine and brushes her lips over my jawline. “I like you and your dick, and I’d like more orgasms.”
“Good, but I’m still filing a report on you.”
Flinching, she pulls back. “For what? For sexual harassment?”
I laugh, my head shaking vigorously. “No. God, no. I wouldn’t even joke about that, not in this climate, and not ever. And it’s a damn good thing we worktogether, not as one person under the other.”
“But I was just under you.” She gives a sly little wink, and I’m loving this new side of Jillian. It was there all along, and even though she’s been professional, she’s definitely been playful with me at times. But now with the clothes off, the sassy flirt I’ve seen hints of has fully emerged.
I move over her, pinning her beneath me, my palms planted flat by her shoulders. “And you will be under me again,” I say, and she lets out a sexy little murmur. “But mostly I was going to file a report to put myself on the injured reserve, because I think you sent me into an orgasm coma there.”
“One orgasm is all it takes to induce a coma? You’re easy.”
“Easy? Hardly. I still can’t function fully because of the magnitude. It was like a nine-point-eight on the Richter scale.”
If I thought Jillian had a great smile, I was wrong. She has a magnificent smile. She has a heart-stopping smile. Because now I’m rewarded with the biggest grin in the world. “Hmm. That does sound rather intense,” she says. “Is there anything at all to do to revive you?”
I pretend as if I’m devoting deep thought to the topic. “More sex, for starters. A blow job, possibly. Maybe let me go down on you.”
“I don’t believe I was stopping you before. I think you’re the one who wanted to skip straight to the main attraction.”
“Woman, are you challenging me? I will go down on you right now.”
“You will?”
I nod. “Why do you act like that’s surprising?”
She quirks up an eyebrow. “Because I probably taste like a condom?”
“There’s really only one way to find out.”
I slide down her body, bring my face to her sweet paradise, and give her a kiss then a lick. There is a faint taste of rubber, but it fades in seconds and I’m left with the delicious taste of her. Sweet, salty, sexy. She tastes like the woman I’ve wanted to touch so badly. The woman who just came hard underneath me. She moans and moves, arching her hips against my face as I flick my tongue, as I lick long, devouring lines up her hot, wet center.
She can’t lie still, and it’s fucking fantastic because it makes me work harder, it makes me keep up with her as she rocks into me, tangling her hips and legs around my face. I swear by the time she’s nearing the edge, she’s practically on her side in some bizarre new position.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she cries out in a chant, yanking me closer, coming on my lips.
Afterward, she murmurs for several long seconds as I untangle from her, rolling her to her back. “Damn, you get into it.”
She flashes me a satisfied smile, her eyes still glossy and hazy. “What can I say? I kind of like everything you do to me.”
“Kind of?”
“Kind of a lot.”
“Good, because I’m going to do that again, andsoon. You taste like perfection. But I also would like to fuck you.”
I bring my hand to my dick and stroke. Her eyes drift down and she stares hungrily. “That’s so hot,” she whispers as I run my hand along my length. “I want to watch you do that someday.”
“Yeah? You do?”
She nods. “I’ve gotten off to that.”
My eyes bulge. “You have?”
“Sometimes I picture you touching me, but one of my go-tos is imagining you’re doing the same. That you’re jerking off to thoughts of me. I imagine you in your shower, getting off as you picture me. And that pretty much makes me come in seconds.”
I swear my dick grows impossibly harder as she says that. Harder and insistent. I let go and yank her up on all fours. “Then I will make sure you get to watch it someday, you sexy, perfect woman. But right now, I need to get inside you again.”
