Page 48 of Don't Game Me
“Let go,” he told her, pulling back slightly.
She nodded, unable to speak.
He drew her hand between her legs. “Touch yourself, baby. Let me watch you get there.”
Could her face burn any hotter? Oh. My. God. She locked gazes with him, almost releasing a bashful denial. But the intensity burning in his eyes drove her.
She touched herself and bucked, too sensitized.
“Go easy,” he whispered, making tiny motions with his hips.
She circled her clit while he watched intently. The faster she went, the more of him she received. The incentive worked, but he wouldn’t give her all of him no matter how much she begged, and she did hear herself begging.
Sensation built, rapid and forceful.
“I feel it, Becca. Feel you shivering around me. Come on. I’ll give you everything.”
“Jake…”
“Not yet, not yet…”
The coil of pleasure snapped inside her, flinging her over the cliff. At her first shattering cry, he gave her everything. Every powerful thrust, every animalistic growl she needed to hear. This was enough to fuel her fantasies for years.
He slept restlessly. Jake woke around midnight to Becca crawling over him, taking him into her mouth and kissing him to full arousal. She sucked him to a devastating climax. He brought her to another shattering release. This time she let him use his mouth to take her all the way there.
He woke a little after two a.m. to her dozing across his stomach. Her small hand rested limply over his arm. He stroked her silky hair, enjoying its texture.
Everything with this woman awed him. He wanted it all over again but halted initiating when he realized with cold dread that he wanted them in bed again tomorrow. He wanted next weekend, and contemplated flying to California for a long weekend on the excuse of a business trip. There was an incredible collectible store in L.A. she’d appreciate. He wanted so much more than sex. He looked forward to finishing the Hobbit series with her. He wanted to talk about some of his ideas for integrating their VR goggles with new technology, which had his mind churning with possibilities.
Cold fear overshadowed pleasure.
He’d never wanted a woman to stick around beyond one or two nights. Of course, his chosen bedmates usually didn’t engage him beyond quick physical release. What little they packed upstairs they made up for in looks. He usually gave nothing of himself in conversation and very little emotionally to those encounters. The ladies always seemed okay with that.
To Becca, though, he’d given everything. He’d delighted in every throaty moan and each release. He’d liked when she wrapped herself around him in a tight hug afterward as if she didn’t want to be separated from him even for an instant. Usually, that made him claustrophobic, but he’d enjoyed it.
She’d drawn him in with the temptation of intimacy.
He didn’t do intimacy. He would not let his father win and turn into the genetically predisposed abusive asshole.
Carefully, he disentangled himself from her and padded to his kitchen. He popped open a protein drink and guzzled.
This had been a mistake. A huge mistake. Noah and Michael would kill him. Becca was going to hate him forever. He’d lose the Harrisons.
What the hell was he going to do about this?
14
Becca woke with a satisfied yawn. She should be in a great mood. A gorgeous man made her feel beautiful last night. More than that. He’d sailed her on a wave of orgasmic bliss yet enabled her to retain a feeling of power. That was talent.
The bedside clock registered four thirty a.m. But Jake wasn’t next to her. His side of the bed wasn’t even warm. Bad sign.
The room was cast into low light that emanated from beneath the adjoining bathroom. The only hints of personality in the room were a few photos in frames on his dresser and the items of clothes strewn about. Like the rest of the apartment, everything else was picture-perfect as if selected by a designer—beautiful and high quality but impersonal.
Becca pulled on his abandoned shirt and buttoned a few buttons. No Jake in the bathroom or TV room. She checked her phone out of habit.
Pascal:Time’s ticking. We need results.
She gripped the fake phone tight. His office might still be unlocked, but his computer might be off. All she had to do was turn it on and see if it integrated to the mainframe at work. Didn’t even need to have it password opened.
