How could I make her see what I meant? I grabbed one of her hands, pulled her toward me, and kissed her. She broke free and pushed at my chest, but I snaked my arms around her so she couldn’t escape. Eventually, she stopped trying to move away from me, accepted she was trapped, and stilled. “Kiss me, Harper,” I said. “Do as I say.”
“You’re an asshole,” she said as she punched me in the shoulder.
I brought my hands to her face and her lips to mine. She didn’t resist. I snaked my tongue into her mouth and found hers hot and ready. I groaned against her lips and slid my hand down to her ass, to pull her against me so she could feel my erection. Her fingers slid into my hair and our kisses became frantic, biting and greedy.
She ended our kiss and moved away. “Max?”
I wasn’t sure what came next. Why had she pulled out of my arms? Was she going to ask me to leave? “Yes?” I replied.
“Get your clothes off and fuck me,” she said.
I grinned as she began to undo the rest of the buttons on her shirt, her fingers fumbling over each one.
“Come here,” I said as I knocked her hands out of the way.
“Be careful with that. This blouse is new and I can’t afford to replace it.”
I’d undone the buttons before she’d finished her sentence and slid the silk over her shoulders. Her skin looked so smooth that I bent to kiss the exposed, bronzed flesh, desperate to feel her under my lips. She tipped her head back and I grinned against her skin.
“Asshole, huh?” I pulled off my running top and stepped out of my shorts.
“Do you want me to change my mind?” She cocked her hip, the bra straps falling from her shoulders.
“You’re not going to change your mind,” I said, leaning toward her, pushing her skirt up around her waist, and thrusting my hand into her underwear.
“Don’t,” she said, her voice breathy. “I can’t ruin this skirt. I just bought it.” My fingers pressed into her folds and though she wasn’t fighting me off, I could tell she was concerned about her clothes. Why?
“Lie down,” I said, guiding her to the bed, where I quickly slid off her skirt and panties.
“Max . . .”
I wanted to sink into the way she called my name.
“Yes?” I kissed up the inside of her thigh, along her soft, tight skin, reaching her pussy. I gave her one long lick over her slit but continued to work my way up over her belly and between her breasts. The pace was slower than last week. Her anger had ebbed away and just existed in the way every now and then she scored her fingernails up my arms or whispered, “You’re an asshole,” as I continued to kiss and lick and suck her entire body.
She reached above her head, pointing at her nightstand. “Condom,” she said. She might think I was an asshole, but she didn’t mind my dick. I grabbed a condom and as quickly as I could, rolled it on. As I lay on my back, Harper rose off the bed and began to straddle me.
“I don’t think so,” I said, pushing her to her back. “I’m fucking you. You’re not fucking me.” I nudged her knees wide with my legs and pushed into her. Her eyebrows pulled together as she concentrated on not making the sound of pleasure I could tell was rippling below the surface. I pulled out and thrust in, wanting to set that moan free.
“If you’re going to fuck me, you’d better make it good,” she said.
Highly. Fucking. Irritating.
She knew this was so fucking good. I grabbed her leg and lifted it, going deeper, showing how good it was.
She bit down on her lip, still swallowing her reactions.
“Really? You’re not going to tell me how good this is?” I asked, panting, pushing into her, feeling her pulse beneath me. “You’re not going to say how this is the best you’ve ever had?” I slammed into her, pushing her up the bed, my jaw tightening.
“Fuck you,” she bit out.
“You know it is. You love my dick inside you, making you come. You can’t get enough.”
A deep moan ripped from her chest. Finally.
“There, you see? You just need to give in and realize how good I make you feel.”
She tightened around me, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. A rumble vibrated up my throat at the dizzying sensation. “So. Fucking. Good.”
She scratched her nails so hard down my back it interrupted my rhythm. When I glanced at her, she grinned. I pulled her arms down and slid my palms against hers, pinning her to the mattress, and began to push into her again. “Watch your manners, Ms. Jayne. If you’re not careful, I won’t let you come.”
She raised an eyebrow. “As if you could stop me.”
She had no idea.
I stilled. “Wanna test that theory?” She squirmed underneath me, desperate for more of my cock. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
“You’re an arrogant pig,” she spat out and turned her head to the side.
“I think what you meant to say is ‘thank you for fucking me.’” I moved on top of her, grinding into her. I might be baiting her, but really I wanted to scream at how perfect she was, how good she made me feel. All these months of denying I wanted her burst out. Harper Jayne was every bit as sexy, passionate, and greedy as I’d imagined.
Her breaths were short and needy and her sounds louder and less and less controlled.
“You’re beautiful. And sexy and—” I paused a second. I had to be careful I didn’t come first. “And you drive me crazy at work.” I thrust again. “Because I want to bend you over my desk and drive my cock into you. Just. Like. That.”
She screamed as she came, rippling around me, pulling my come from my cock, milking it, owning it. I couldn’t resist her and came, roaring her name.
I collapsed on top of her and savored the feel of my hot skin covering hers.
Rolling onto my back, I reached out and slid her into my arms.
“You looking for a high five?” she asked and I chuckled.
“Stop being annoying for five seconds and come here,” I said. She moved a few inches closer and settled into me. “So irritating.” I kissed the top of her head.
After a few minutes she pushed herself up on her elbow. “Do you really think about fucking me over your desk?”
I groaned. “You can’t question me on stuff I say while I’m fucking.”
“Why?” she asked. “Is this some rule I don’t know about?”
“Yes, it’s a rule. The first rule of dirty talk is that after you come, you don’t discuss what was said in the heat of the moment.”
I expected abuse in response, but she was quiet for a few moments before saying, “Oh. I didn’t know.” It was such an uncharacteristic reply. I wanted to ask her what she was thinking but despite the fact that three minutes ago I’d been fucking her, it seemed like prying.
I pulled her closer.
“Did you look at my revised Bangladesh report?”
Did she really just ask me that? “No.”
“No?” she asked. “You’ve had it nearly a week.” She ran her fingertips over my chest.
“No, we’re not talking about it now. Fucking hell, Harper, I just came like five seconds ago. I don’t want to be reminded of the fact that fucking you is totally inappropriate.”