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“You wanted to see me?” At the sound of my voice, Janelle jumped in her seat. A tiny gasp escaped through her plumps lips, her eyes widening as our eyes locked. Gone was the secure seductress from earlier today. The one who walked through the job site’s parking area, hips swaying enticingly, while I held on for dear life to a slab of granite that she’d kill me for if I’d dropped.

Giving me shit while I couldn’t react. Not without consequences.

“Yeah, I…” She cleared her throat, swallowing hard as her eyes traversed my almost naked torso. It was my turn to be cocky.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” She didn’t like that one bit, the furrow in her brow and pursed lips telling me as much. “What’s up?”

Janelle sat behind her desk, a file open in front of her. Yet, except for those few papers strewn about, you couldn’t find any other sign of work. Not a goddamned receipt, invoice, or contract.

Then why did she look so tired?
I’d be more than happy to discover what ailed her and take care of her every need. Teach her the pleasure I could give. How relaxed I’d leave her after taking what so sweetly hid between her thighs.

Taking in a deep breath, my girl squared her shoulders before standing up. Then, when she stood, I took in that she’d changed clothes. Gone was the sexy little number from before, the one that wrapped around her fucking beautiful body like a second skin and held a tiny bow across her hip.

I wanted to bite that string, hold it tight between my teeth, and like a rabid dog destroy it.

Now, she stood before me in something that could be a bit more dangerous for her—for the both of us. There she was; the picture of come-inducing innocence.

Denim fucking overalls.

These were not the standard Dickies brand work ones that came to mind. No. Fuck, no.

Janelle didn’t do simple. These were shorts; indecent and showed more than what was acceptable for this line of work. If she’d bent over just a tiny bit, her ass would peek out.

And my handprint would adorn the succulent flesh. I’d be fucked if she showed herself to anyone.

My eyes traveled up her body, and she shivered at my unapologetic perusal. So much skin. Temptation. Damn woman knew what her coy bullshit did to me.

“What the fuck are you wearing!” This wasn’t meant as a question; more like an angry demand for answers. Underneath her overalls she wore a simple white tube top. Tiny. Cropped. Barely covered her breasts. “Are you kidding me right now?”

I’d attack her little ass. Who could blame me after all the cat and mouse games we played?

“This old thing?” Batting her lashes, Janelle smiled at me. Baiting me into action.

“Are you looking to get fucked? Because if that’s what you want—”

“More like a ride.”

Her naturally perky tits held up by what seemed to be Lycra, nothing more. No bra strap. Just a quick tug—a pull, and I’d be savoring her taste. Enjoying the heaviness and natural sweet aroma she exuded.

“Janelle, walk away before I take what you aren’t ready to give.” I was vibrating; my hands clenched at my sides as a raging war battled within me. A man could only take so much. “Lord knows I’m trying here, but you keep pushing. Enough already…bend over, or let’s get out of here.”

“Eyes up here, Yoshi,” she snapped, mock anger coloring her tone at my abrasive words. But the quick inhale of air she took while I walked closer didn’t escape my notice. Her hands shook slightly, as if she wanted to reach out and touch me.

“And if I refuse?” Another step, her body trembling—just a slight uncontrollable shiver that she tried and failed to hide.

“Please.” Fuck. That one word—her tone, and I was putty in her motherfucking hands.

“Why should I?” Then, it wasn’t just her body that shook—shivered from anticipation. There wasn’t a single molecule of my DNA that didn’t want her.

Felt her presence.

Her damn hold on me.

Tethered in a way I had no way to explain.

“We can’t…just please.” Her voice was soft, breathy as she tried to put an invisible wall between us. She failed.

“I love hearing you beg,” I admitted, and she didn’t disappoint. There it was. That spark. The fire I’d come to expect from her. “Plus, I’m enjoying this too much to stop.”

“Fuck you.” Strike one. “And why should I beg? Men fall at my feet, Yoshi. I don’t bow down to anyone.” Janelle ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip and took her own step forward. Challenging me. Her reactions were making me dizzy.

One minute telling me to stop.

The next daring me to take her.

That entire room sizzled with our intensity.

Now, she was within my reach. So close. A mere two steps away.

Pulling her supple body against mine would be so easy. And she knew this, was aware of my every breath—every twitch of my cock against the denim of my jeans. Evading me as my hand reached out for her, and I growled out my displeasure.

“Answer me, Yoshi,” she taunted, while tapping that bottom lip I craved to taste. “Why should I beg?” Another groan left me at the sight. I wanted to grab her. Fuck her against that goddamned desk she was always bent over. Another step closer, and now we were almost touching.

Her heat seared me.

Instead of touching me, though, the sexy bitch decided to walk around me, all the while running a slim finger across my shoulder blades and chest.

“Quit fucking with me,” I all but snarled at her, body seizing, ready to devour my prey. “I’m not into games, sweetheart…bend over or move.” Because that’s what this was. A game. Survival of the fittest. Motherfucking prey versus predator.

Question was, who’d come out on top? Either way, we’d combust; there was no denying us.

We would fuck. Take. Satiate ourselves, but then what? Would that be enough? The answer was no. Not even close.

“Are you going to deny me my fun?” Fun. My goddamned insanity was her amusement. Before she could react, I had her pinned over her desk, that piece of shit file falling to the floor and the papers scattering in complete disorder.

“Shit,” she squealed at the sudden movement, excitement and lust overtaking her features. With one hand she pushed me away, yet the one she embedded in my hair pulled me in closer. Spoke volumes. Our breaths mingled, I could taste her sweetness on my tongue, and I wanted more.

“Say it,” I urged her. Pupils dilated and body shivering, she was a vision. Beautiful. A damn ethereal cock tease. “Beg me to take you. To make you mine.”

“Fuck.” Four letters. A normal everyday sentence enhancer, but coming from her it was filthy…dirty. My hips snapped forward, and I rubbed myself against her. Hard, leaking cock against her hot pussy. Her heat enveloped me in warmth.

Janelle arched upwards, pressing her entire body against mine. With one hand I undid the top of her overalls, allowing me better access to her. Hardened nipples rubbed against my chest, and I moaned.

“We’ll get to that later.” Caging her in, one arm on either side of her head, I leaned in and nipped her chin. A hiss escaped her, and she tilted her hips up…using my denim-covered cock to relieve the tension in her body. The arousal I’d created. “Right now, I want you to admit you want this. Tell me.” Another bite, just below her bottom lip.

The move had caught her off guard; she was expecting my lips on hers. Good.

“Let me up,” she hissed through narrowed lips while I bit my way down the column of her neck, leaving tiny imprints of my teeth on her delicate sun-kissed skin. I loved seeing my mark on her. “Your job description doesn’t include fucking me. Touching me. Get the fuck off.”

A chuckle escaped me at her indignant tone. “It should.” The amusement I found in her words angered her and she tried to buck me off. Instead, all she accomplished was making my eyes roll back and a grunt of pleasure to leave my lips. Felt so good that I almost lost myself in the moment, but then I remembered what she’d just said. “But you’re not ready…” I trailed off and pulled back, creating enough space between us where her heat couldn’t cloud my mind.

Her eyes narrowed and those juicy lips pursed. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Nothing, boss lady. I’ll let you up now.”

Janelle tried hard to mask her disappointment, but I saw the fleeting look. The annoyance at my giving in to her bullshit demands. I had her number.

“This can never happen, Joshua.” It was the first time she’d said my name like that. A whisper. Soft. A caress that made my balls tingles, grow heavy with my denied release. “You were hired to run my job sites, not worry about my pussy. Now move.”

With one last harsh nip to her neck, which caused her to groan, I pushed off. This propriety bull was infuriating me. She pushed. Taunted. Played the same games I did in the past. Enough was enough.

Taking a few steps back, I turned and leaned against my new desk. Same one she’d purchased for me. Placed next to hers so she could have me close, because deep down, she wanted me there.

“What did you need to talk about?” Arms crossed across my chest, I leaned against the edge of the small table and appraised her coolly. I was done making a fool out of myself. The ball was in her court. If she wanted my cock, she knew where to find me.

It took her a moment to compose herself—to close her gaping mouth and school her features into a mask of indifference. With her head held high and shoulders squared, Janelle came to stand before me and extended a hand out. It was meant as an innocent peace offering. One I wasn’t buying.

“Let’s take a walk.”
What the fuck?
Women were insane.

No, it was this woman that held the crown. Downright lunatic.

“Why are we up here?” I asked. After walking out of the portable unit, Janelle had taken me by the hand and pulled me along behind her to the elevator. The place was deserted, except for the old man on the golf cart playing the part of on-site security during the midnight hours. How anyone could mistake him for an authoritative figure beat me.

The man should be retired.

We’d gone up twenty-seven floors and into the unfinished penthouse. Only two units had been designed for this building. Top floor, and right across from each other.

“Give me a minute, Joshua,” Janelle huffed beside me, and if I were to be looking at her, I’m sure I’d see her rolling her eyes. She walked ahead of me and paused once in front of the apartment’s second entrance. Back to me, she mumbled something under her breath and turned to face me. “I can explain.”

“I’m done playing your games.” The bite in my tone seemed to not have its desired effect. She was amused.

“Don’t be an ass, and have a little patience,” she giggled. “Just a few more minutes.” Reaching up, Janelle kissed my chin and turned to open the door, but before she could walk in, I grabbed her—pressed myself against her. My cock rubbing her lower back while I pushed her hair aside and breathed her in.

“You know I want you.” Tensions were high. Suffocating.

Instead of acknowledging my statement, my girl pulled out of my hold and walked inside. Never once turning to look my way until she was inside the empty living room, the only light inside the quiet space was that of the setting sun and she looked beyond words as the glow caressed her skin.

Janelle seemed rooted in place, silent and contemplative as she looked out into the evening’s sky. Her posture—the way she arched her back the tiniest of bits had her long tresses swaying down her back. The sight had me biting my lip hard in order to hold in the groan that wanted to escape.

She knew what she was doing; her low snicker told me as much.

The demeanor she first held when I had her lying across her desk had returned. Playful and coquettish. Determined. What her plan was I had no clue, but I had no doubt that the clusterfuck she was about to unleash would be painful for my dick.

Turning around, she smiled at me. “Are you coming in?” The sensual tilt of her lips made me throb inside of my jeans. With a slender finger she beckoned me forward, and I hesitated. She noticed this and pouted at me. “I promise to bite this time.”

“One day you will push me too far,” I mumbled under my breath and walked inside, following her and the sway of her hips toward the stairway. Up we went in silence to the second level and master bedroom.

Blank walls, dust, and the occasional empty coffee cup littered the concrete floor. Even with all the garbage and unfinished work, the room held an essence of grandeur I wanted to dirty.

With her. Only her.

And then I saw the bathtub in the corner. Uninstalled and huge. My cock fucking pulsed as the image of us together bathing the other emerged behind my now closed lids.

Vivid.

Raw.

Threatening to make me lose all control.

“Are you okay?” Her voice. Fuck. At that moment I couldn’t take the concern or the breathy cadence of her voice. Too much.

“Back the fuck up, Janelle. Give me a minute.” Eyes still closed and fingernails digging into the palm of my hand, I tried to refocus and not attack. But I could sense her close. Smell her.

I vibrated with a need so strong that I feared for
her
. For myself.

“I’m out.” Turning around to leave, I made it three steps when I felt a tug on the waistband of my pants. A small finger running just inside the denim—taunting and teasing the skin there.

“No, you’re not.” Closer, her tits pressed against my back. “Follow me.”

Reaching back, I gripped the back of her thigh, making her moan. “One day I will fuck you. Make you scream for me while I impale you on my cock, balls deep and without mercy.”

“Should I be scared?” Lifting her leg up for better access, she hitched it over my own and bit into my shoulder.

“No, but be forewarned. It’s a goddamned promise.”

“Understood, now turn around like a good little boy and follow me.” Before I could react, she disentangled herself from me and walked out onto the terrace. I stood in place and watched. Didn’t move an inch. “Now!” she all but hissed at my defiance, teeth clenched and hands fisted at her side. The little she-devil didn’t like hearing the word “no” or being ignored.

Today I’d done both.

At night the wind picked up over the city. Being that we were dead center in the middle of the state, we cooled off more than most people thought. It made a huge difference; it became more manageable to be outside for more than a few minutes at a time.

I was never more thankful for the small breeze than I was at that moment. It flew around her—surrounded and made her shiver. The imprint of her nipples was visible beneath the thin denim of her overalls and my mouth watered.

She was like a beacon to me. There was no fucking way that I wouldn’t react, come to her…for her, like the fool I’d become.

Facing me, Janelle walked backwards, with her lip caught between her teeth. “Please.”

Fuck. Me.

“Look, I need to go.” Even as the blasphemous words passed through my lips I walked toward her, stopping just a few feet away. “I’m…” I had no idea what to say. Closing my eyes for a brief second, I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Agitated. Angry. Hard as all fuck, I stood there debating my choices.

Then she was there, close and within my personal space. Again, she’d managed to take the reins and made the decision for me. I was her puppet.

“You were saying?” Chest to fucking chest we stood, breaths mingling while she looked up at me.

“I swear to fucking God…”

“Downstairs, I didn’t stop you because I didn’t want it…you. Quite the opposite, Joshua,” she whispered low, but in the silence of the night it was like a declaration of war. Loud and purposeful. Rising up on the tips of her toes, Janelle skimmed those sweet rosy lips over mine. Once. Twice. Then took a step back. “You drive me crazy.”

My hand shot out to keep her close, against me. No more space. No more games.

Either we tried this, us, or we didn’t.

With a soft tug, she was once again pressed against my harsher planes. “Don’t pull back, baby. Keep talking. Because downstairs you told me we couldn’t. Shouldn’t. Stop with the bullshit and woman up.” My words were harsh, I knew. Maybe in a different state of mind I’d feel bad, but this was all her doing.

She let out a deep sigh before meeting my eyes again. “We had eyes on us.”

With a brow raised and the hand not holding her, I waved her on. “Elaborate.”

“Kevin insisted on cameras being installed a few months back, our office being one of the main places they were placed. When we first began this project, some important banking information was stolen from his filing cabinet. His personal and the company’s information were in those documents and to catch the asshole,” she spat, not mentioning names but angry with the perpetrator, “we had them secretly placed.”

I could understand that. Some people had no qualms about hurting others, and this was nothing more than a precaution on their part. Still didn’t explain her whiplashing type of attitude.

“Why not just say that?” Gruff—my throat had gone dry. Again she kissed me, soft, a flutter of her lips. “I would have understood.” Her taste lingered, but with each second that passed it began to fade. Fucking wanted more.

“Isn’t it enough that I am telling you now?”

“What do you want from me?” I interjected, ignoring her question. No, it wasn’t enough.

Letting go of her arm, I ran the tip of my fingertips up and down her arm before settling on her throat. I squeezed just the tiniest of bits; causing her eyes to roll back and a small mewl of pleasure to escape.

“Joshua, I…fuck!” Hardened nipples caught my attention as she cried out; they strained against the all-white tube top. Done. I was done doing this her fucking way.

“Fuck what? Fuck you?” I taunted, and her fire returned. Warm eyes glared at me, but there was no hiding the way her breath hitched as I pushed her backwards. “Careful with how you answer that, sweetheart. You are one wrong answer away from being impaled on my cock.”

“How about kiss my ass,” she quipped while trying to escape my grasp. Not fucking happening.

“With pleasure,” I cooed, nose skimming the fragrant skin of her neck. “But first, I need to teach you a lesson. Make you see that you’re not in charge.” My right hand pressed against her back. I wanted her to feel the desperation she’d created in my touch. I followed the path of her spine, slow, measured touches until I reached the very top of her ass.

There I squeezed hard; almost bruising in the way I handled the succulent flesh.

“Yoshi,” she squealed, arched against me, yet never moved away. I was testing her. Seeing how rough she’d let me get.

Smack.
Jiggled—her butt jiggled for me in the most enticing of ways. Another slap to the opposite cheek and my girl moaned, pushing against my touch. Rubbing herself against the open palm of my hand after each strike.

Thank God.

She was a freak. Like a little roughness with her fucking.

Not worrying about soothing her stinging cheeks yet, I continued to walk her backwards. Never giving her a chance to protest or try to gain the upper hand on me. Fuck, no. She was much too dangerous to trust with any sort of power over me sexually.

But she already owns you.
Something Ms. Walker didn’t need to know.

Ahead of us there was a large and empty Jacuzzi tub, already hooked up to plumbing for the outside terrace. Perfect. Her back met the exterior of the tub, and she cried out as the cold surface met her bare shoulders. Those exquisite breasts of hers broke me, and I reacted like the fucking brute she’d turned me into.

With the hand not holding her in place, I pulled down the offending top half of her overalls, the flimsy shirt, and watched as she heaved with excitement. Observed as goosebumps appeared all over her now naked skin. How those dusky rose nipples tightened for me.

Her tits were spectacular—perky for their size. Skin flushed and tips hard, Janelle panted against me, pulling the arm by her head toward her body. Desperate for my touch.

Eyes wide and clouded with lust, her lips opened, but no sound came out. I needed to hear her.

“You’re beautiful,” I stated, and it was the truth. “Let me taste you, sweetheart.”