Page 83 of Dirty Gambit

Not waiting for his father to ask, he started towards the group, strides long and commanding as he brushed past her with only a skim of his fingers along the curve of her lower back. He didn’t glance back to see if she’d notice, not until he’d reached the doorway.

She had, her dark eyes knowing.

He motioned for her to follow with a subtle jerk of his head towards the hallway. Then he left, slipping along the corridor in the direction of his father’s office.

It didn’t take her long to join him. She slipped into the room and quietly shut the door.

“This area is restricted,” she teased him. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Come here.”

His command was rewarded with a slow grin twisting up at the corner of her mouth. The lock was snapped into place with a resounding crack. Her gaze never wavered from his, not even when she hooked manicured fingers into the straps of her dress and lazily let the fabric flutter down her body to create a dark pool around her ankles. She stepped over it, beautifully naked, except for the black pumps strapped to her feet.

She went to him, hips swaying.

“Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?”

Jaxon fought to keep his face from breaking into the grin threatening to overtake his mouth. Instead, he captured her the second she was within reach and lifted her onto his father’s desk. His hips wedged between her supple thighs while he unfastened his buckle.

“Fuck you,” he told her simply, head dropping forward to brush a kiss to the puckered stretch of skin along her shoulder from the bullet. “Then take you home and fuck you some more.”

Her lips broke into a broad smile, exposing teeth and the tongue she used to moisten the bottom curve. “Promise?”

His answer was the hard thrust of his cock. Her smile dissolved into a mask of bliss as he sank home inside her waiting heat. He took hold of her hips and pulled her the rest of the way until he could go no further.

Lena whimpered his name. Her nails anchored into his shoulders, gripping him tight. They both watched in rapt fascination as he drew back inch by inch, cock glossy with her juices and rock hard. He stopped from letting the head slip out before pushing back in with equal slowness. On the second withdrawal, he paused to raise his head.

Lena met his gaze, her eyes hungry pits of desire. She’d captured her bottom lip between her teeth and he knew she was ready to do anything he wanted if he fucked her the way she liked best, rough and hard. He would, but not until they’d talked.

“Do you remember when I asked you to marry me?”

One eyebrow lifted to match the slight tilt in her lips. “You mean six months after Travis took your parents hostage when the media wouldn’t leave us alone and I was neck deep in building H2H? Vaguely.”

He rolled his eyes at her sarcasm. “Do you remember what you said to me?”

She pursed her lips together, badly smothering her laughter. “Are you out of your mind?”

Jaxon thrust up hard inside her, hard enough to make her cry out, hard enough to send her head back as the first ripple of raw pleasure speared through her. He felt the hot shudder encompass him, a wet sleeve of velvet sucking at him to do it again.

“Again…” she whined, eyes murky with passion opening to his. “Jaxon…”

Any other time, that low, seductive purr would have made him do anything she asked. Not this time. He held firm.

“What did you say to me after that?” he growled, grip tightening, leaving ten strips of color across her hips.

There was no amusement on her face now. She was as feral and desperate as he was and he knew his window of control was slipping when her nostrils flared. Her breasts heaved in time to her ragged breaths.

“Ask me again in two years,” she breathed through stiff lips.

He slammed up inside her again twice more, each one harder than the last. The lamp at her elbow rattled. The wood creaked. Lena wailed, head falling back with every blow.

“It’s been two years.” He bit on her right nipple, earning a hiss and her fingers fisting in his hair. “Marry me,” he panted into her hot flesh. “Please.”

He had planned to wait for an answer, but Lena was already unraveling around him with a choked sob of his name. Her body shuddered and turned to liquid heat that filled the room with her musky scent. Jaxon pressed her close, coaxing out every last tremor before she went limp against him. Only then did he succumb. Only when she was gasping weakly against his shoulder, heart hammering against his did he let the thick ropes of release coat her walls, joining the mess already pooling between her legs.

“Yes,” she whispered into the side of his neck. “The answer has always been yes, even two years ago. We just weren’t ready then.”

Jaxon closed his eyes and squeezed her closer. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

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