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“That’s none of your business.” His voice is so low, it reminds me of a growl.

Suddenly, I feel the old me returning, the defiant, playful me that used to pick on Josie’s older brother. The one that used to call Jasper names and irk him as he played his video games. The Elena that used to love bickering with him because she finally felt like she belonged somewhere where she could argue without being punished. I lift my chin in an act of defiance, showing him he can’t just bully me into silence. “Then why are you getting so worked up over it?” I ask.

“You’re insufferable,” he groans through gritted teeth.

“Insufferable? You’ve been a jerk ever since you got a hard on just touching my tit in high school!” The words slip out before I can stop them. I am not sure why I chose that memory to throw at him. I have a whole artillery of reasons he is insufferable and why I am not the problem. Maybe it is because I’d thought of it earlier today, or maybe it is because I know it will frustrate him the most. It had been one of the rare times I’d ever seen him looking vulnerable.

His eyes narrow at me. His chest rises, as if taking in deep breaths will make his irritation subside. His eyes scan me, my eyes, my lips, then trailing down to my breasts. Does he want me? His eyes say yes, the way the inches between us become centimeters says yes. I feel myself throb for him.

His hand clutches my chin tightly, but not so much it hurts. I let out a breath, my body leaning into him. Slowly, his lips press against mine, hard. I taste mint, and his tongue demands my lips part. His hand drops from my chin and drop to my waist.

Chapter Ten

Jasper

Myirritationandfrustrationfrom everything going on twists and spins, bringing back all these old feelings I thought were buried deep in my past. She had to make that comment about the time my cock got hard after barely touching her breast. It had been an accident, but I’d been a raging, hormonal teenager. My cock had gotten hard over the littlest things. I’d taken a lot of long, cold showers back then.

The thought of that memory forces me to notice how close we have gotten. How perky her breasts look under her shirt. The way her lips taunt me to kiss them. All those feelings come out at once as I grab her and press my lips against hers, taking in her flavor: sweet vanilla. I pick her up and set her on the desk as her thighs open for me, inviting me in. It’s an invitation I have wanted for quite a while, even though I’d never admit it.

I lean against her, my erection bulging, begging to be inside her. My hand slides up under her shirt, finding a hard nipple to play with. She breaks away, letting out a moan. This brings me back to reality.

I jerk away from her body and step back. I run a hand down my face, trying to figure out my next move. Elena is the last person I need back in my life, and yet, I want to keep kissing her. My cock throbs in my pants, desperate for relief…but Elena? My sister’s best friend, Elena? No. I need to think about this and let what just happened sink in.

Her chest rises and falls, bringing my attention to her breasts once again. I want to taste them, toy with them with my tongue. I shake my head. “I think we should say good night,” I say breathlessly.

She straightens her shirt and tucks a strand of brown hair behind her ear. “Um…yeah.”

“Yeah. Good night.” I slowly walk to the door, thinking about her standing next to my desk. I can hear her breathing. I glance at the chaise in my office. My imagination creates a naked version of her, lying there, waiting for me to take her. It wouldn’t be the first time my imagination played tricks on me like this.

My body burns with the urge to turn around, lift her up, and bring her to that chaise. The bulge in my pants twitches, telling me to do it. I run a hand through my hair and shut the office door. I turn around to face her. Her hazel eyes scan me, landing on my pants. She bites her bottom lip, making the urge inside me surge into a blazing inferno.

“I want you,” I growl.

I’m across the room again in a few quick strides. My hand immediately finds the back of her neck and draws her into a hungry kiss. Her hands roam my shirt, unbuttoning it. She yanks it off of me, exposing my chest. She steps back, taking in how I have changed over the years. Even in college, I had been skinny, almost lanky, but not anymore.

Before she can memorize every line of my abdomen, I lift her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. Her nipples beckon me. I bend down and cup a breast in each hand. My lips wrap around a nipple, using my teeth to tease her. She lets out a moan. One hand moves to the hem of her skirt, and I force my hand between her skin and the fabric, feeling my way to the wetness between her legs. She lets out a louder moan. I release her nipple and cover her mouth with mine, silencing her. Her moans make it difficult to keep myself under control. It just adds to the fiery urge to fuck her.

I pull my fingers out of her panties and pick her up. She wraps her legs tightly around my waist as I carry her to the chaise. I lay her down and remove all of her clothing. I push her thighs open, exposing everything. She stares up at me as I unbutton my pants and push both my pants and boxers to the floor, kicking them off of me. Her eyes move down my body, stopping at my erection.

“Jasper,” she breathes. Her hand reaches down, touching her vagina. “Fill me. I want it.”

The sound of my name piles onto the need to be inside her, but the sight of her moving her fingers in a slow circle on her swollen clit stops me. My dick grows impossibly harder, itching to take her now. She must see it twitch for her, beckoning her. She sits up, her chin lifting to look at me, her eyes begging me to take her. My lips brush her neck, her scent filling my nose, consuming me. I peer into her eyes as I fill her up. She lets out a small scream of surprise and clutches my shoulder for support. I feel a shiver of pleasure run through her body, the walls of her vagina squeezing me as I moan in her ear.

She nibbles at my ear, releasing my hunger for her. I grab her wrist and pin it above her head. My hips begin to thrust, steady and hard. She arches her back, pressing into me with each stroke. I lean down and use my tongue to toy with her exposed breast.

“Oh, Jasper. Faster,” she begs, moving her hips in a circular motion.

Her wetness makes each thrust smooth and effortless, bringing my orgasm on faster than usual. I don’t want it to end, though. I wanted to keep pounding into her. Feeling every inch of her, inside and out.

I speed up my pace. Her free hand reaches behind my neck and pulls me into another kiss. “I’m coming,” she moans into my mouth. “I’m coming!”

I move faster and harder, my muscles straining to finish the last stretch before we both come. Her muscles become rigid the closer we get to the precipice. Instead of reaching an orgasm, I stall by slowing my pace and leisurely pumping into her. She writhes in response, pressing against me to show her urgency.

“Jasper.” She kisses my chest. “Please let me come.” I peer down into those large eyes, pleading for me to continue driving into her until we both climax. I ignore her, the time between each drive growing further and further apart.

She groans, this time out of frustration instead of pleasure, and pushes against me. In a swift motion, we turn, somehow repositioning with Elena on top of me and her vagina still hugging my dick. Her hips rock back and forth. She grips the back of the chaise and moves faster and harder. The combination of her wetness and the way her body sucks me in sends a shudder through me.

“Elena,” I breathe.

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