Page 25 of At Your Service
“But you’ll agree to a stunt that has the prime purpose of playing to the public? Look, whatever we say to them is a lie. It’s all a lie.” She shrugged as if it were that simple. “We’re not engaged. We’re not a happily-in-love couple and we never will be. This is a means to an end for both of us.”
He wouldn’t kiss her. Major had sworn he wouldn’t kiss her again. But the touching rule? That was out the window. So he closed the slight distance between them on the seat and he reached for her. She came willingly, sitting across his lap.
“This...” he said quietly. “The tug you feel between us? The one that starts deep in your gut and reaches out, wanting to cling to something, someone... We cannot deny this. You can’t deny it.”
She shook her head. “No. I can’t. I’m not. But I’m also not going to play this game with you. I’m okay with taking our façade into the bedroom. I can separate work from personal. But I’m not going to be at your call. Either we stick by your rules implicitly for the duration of this agreement or we don’t. There’s no in between and there’s no up and down.”
Basically, she was telling him to get it together. As she had every right to since he was being a jerk with this hands-off, hands-on situation.
He was impressed. He’d thought watching her masterfully handle Morgana in that press conference was awe-inspiring, but holding her on his lap while she fundamentally just ripped him a new one was damn commendable. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned in. Her lips parted and he almost... Major tilted his head and kissed her neck, suckling slightly, creating a path to the skin between her breasts, which was the softest he’d ever touched.
When her arms came around his shoulders and she arched into him, he sighed with relief and with resolution. He was going to play this game by her rules, but first, he was going to have her again.
He continued running his tongue and lips over her skin, moving his hands so that one was at the nape of her neck, pulling her hair gently to tilt her head back. The line of her neck was bare to him and Major stared down as if he were a vampire, hungry for the taste of her. He licked a straight path from between her breasts up to her chin and back down again. She hissed and arched further in his arms. He loved kissing her. It was a fact he could not deny.
To push that thought out of his mind, he eased a hand beneath the halter top of her dress, cupping her bare breasts and sucking in a breath at how good it felt.
“Why do I want you so much?”
Had he said that aloud? He’d been thinking it so much, he no longer knew whether or not it was in his head or if he finally was ready to hear an answer.
“Take what you want,” she whispered, bringing her hand up to cover his, moving it so they were both squeezing her breast. “Take what we both want.”
Permission. She’d given it before and she was giving it again. Another woman may have walked away from him and this arrangement because of the ridiculous way he’d been acting these past few days. Stacia had walked away from him for less. Any other woman certainly wouldn’t have come to his rescue at the press conference, after he’d asked for answers to his questions in that juvenile email he’d sent her. And she damn sure wouldn’t be in his arms right now, asking him to give her what she needed.
What hedesperatelyneeded.
He pulled his hand away, running it down her torso and to her legs where he could pull the material of the dress up. Her legs were bare, and she opened them the moment he touched her skin.
“I’m gonna give you what you need, baby.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Please give it to me.”
It took almost no effort to push the thin silk material of her panties to the side and slip his fingers along the warm folds of her pussy.
She moaned, the arm wrapped around his shoulders tightening against him.
“Yes, baby. You’re so hot and ready for me. Ready for this pleasure.”
He was, too. His jaw clenched with the need to sink himself so deep inside her that he could no longer think of his past mistakes with women, the present situation he found himself in, or the future that seemed to rest on this beautiful woman in his arms.
She gyrated against his fingers even before he could press them inside her.
“You’re ready and you’re hot.”
“You’re talking too much and not doing enough,” she said, grabbing his hand with her free one and pressing it into her juncture.
He needed no further encouragement but eased two fingers deep into her, loving the feel of her inner muscles tightening against his intrusion. It was like a cave, a hot cavern of deliciousness that only he could taste, only he could have at this moment. It took him seconds to twist her around until she was lying flat on the seat. He dragged the panties down her legs, dropped them to the floor and propped her legs up onto his shoulders before dipping his head low. His mouth was on her in seconds, tongue stroking over the plump folds of her pussy, lapping up the thick nectar that tasted sweet sliding down the back of his throat.
She yelled out at the contact and he continued, reveling in the sound of her taking the pleasure he offered and the feel of her soft inner thighs rubbing against his face. He suckled her clit, taking the tight bud into his mouth and holding it there until she squirmed beneath him. When her hands went to the back of his head, pushing him further, he groaned and whispered, “Greedy little goddess.”
But he gave her what she wanted, thrusting his tongue inside her and moving it with the same urgency he would have moved his dick if he were pounding into her.
“Yessssss.”
He would never get tired of that hissing sound in her voice. Never get tired of the scent or taste of her. The taste that was melting all over his mouth at this moment. She moved with his motions, undulating her hips as she held him to her, giving as good as she was getting.
He worked his mouth over her until he thought his chest would explode with desire. Pulling back slightly, he sank his fingers into her again before dragging them out and letting one slide back to her rear. This time she sucked in a breath and held completely still. He rubbed his finger over the tight sphincter, using her juices to ease only the tip of his finger into her.
