Authors: Laurel Cremant
Persuasion Skills (15 page)
She shut her eyes again and rolled her
head back and forth against the bed sheets. She couldn’t respond, struggling to
breathe past her need, grinding her hips uncontrollably against him.
He pulled his hand from her core, and she
whimpered at the loss.
“Jax, please!”
The sound of ripping foil filled the air,
making her sigh with relief. She opened her eyes to see him kneeling between
her thighs, stroking a condom down his hard length.
He placed the crown of his cock against
her sex, circling the tip slowly against her throbbing clit.
“More!”
“I—I’ve thought about you bending me over
your desk, spreading my legs, and—”
Her cry mingled with his as he thrust
deep. The pressure building inside her burst, pulling her down in a wave of
pleasure so intense she wasn’t sure she would ever breathe again.
“Fuck!”
There was no finesse in his thrusts. He
looped his arms beneath her knees and spread her wider, hammering into her. She
could only tremble around him, wanting each stroke to be harder and deeper.
It was her turn for demands.
“More,” she shouted out, not wanting her
pleasure to end.
A deep growl rumbled from his chest. He
leaned down, forcing her legs forward and tilting her hips up even more. The
new angle forced him deeper into her aching sex. His lips fell on hers, licking
and biting, demanding her submission, demanding pure dominance.
She let him have it, knowing that they
would both be rewarded in the end.
His dick swelled and throbbed inside her
with each stroke.
He pumped into her wildly, his pace
growing faster and more determined. She arched up beneath him, absorbing each
thrust, bringing her closer and closer to another release. He slicked a hand
between their bodies, pinching her clit hard before thrusting deep again and
again.
She screamed as she splintered apart in
her orgasm, dimly aware of his growl of release as he thrust home one more
time.
It was several minutes before their breathing
returned to normal.
He moaned softly and rolled to her side.
“That was most definitely not Plan B,” he
said.
She rasped out a laugh and tugged at her
bound hands.
“Play-time’s over, Jax. I want to hold
you.”
He leaned over the side of the bed and fumbled
around a bit before reappearing with the key. He shook his head at her and
unlocked the handcuffs, gingerly rubbing her arms to help with any soreness.
With her arms finally free, she snaked
her hands around his neck and pulled him close.
“I think I’ve loved you forever, you
know,” she whispered.
“Is forever as long as always?” He leaned
down and placed a soft sweet kiss on hers lips. “If not, then I think I’ve got
you beat,” he said when he lifted his head.
“You could have saved us both a lot of
frustration, you know. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I did.”
Yeah, right.
She could feel her face pull
down in a frown.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I told you yesterday,” he said calmly,
looking at her as if she lacked a fully functioning memory.
She thought back to the conversations
they had yesterday, but didn’t recall him saying he loved her.
Shaking her head at him she said, “You
need to learn how to be more explicit, then.”
Okay, wrong
choice of words,
she thought as a wicked grin lit his face.
“Do you know how much planning went into
getting you here?” he asked. “I’m talking months of research.”
“Well, lucky for you I’m great at
improvising,” she said, trying to bring him down for another kiss, but he broke
her hold.
She sat up when he turned away from her.
He pulled open the bedside table and retrieved his journal.
Facing her once again, he flipped the
book open on a black ribbon bookmark. He placed the pages open on her lap.
“Plan B.”
Not sure what to expect, she glanced down,
and her breath caught at the first diagram sketched out on the page.
She traced the image of her spread out on
the bed, mesmerized by Jax’s imagination.
There was a series of notes listed below
the picture, each one causing her pussy to swell and throb back to life.
She looked up into Jax’s heated gaze and
gulped.
“This was your Plan B?”
He nodded at her. God help her, there was
nothing sexier than a man with a plan.
She leaned back on the bed and raised her
hands back up to the headboard.
“Well, I always believe in allowing
someone to thoroughly argue their case,” she said.
He gave her a wolfish grin before
snapping the handcuffs back in place.
“Now, about that mole…”
The End
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