“Unfortunately,” Ajay replied. His eyes remained closed, and the thick cords of his neck were fully exposed, above the open neck of his long-sleeved shirt.
Seeing him like this, relaxed in his home, Raj felt a little tingle in her belly. She was wound up because she couldn’t quite seem to understand what was happening between them. He was a little stressed because his brothers weren’t being as supportive as he’d probably envisioned. They could probably both use some physical exercise to ease the tension. Technically they weren’t in Ajay’s parents’ home, just on the same property. That had to be acceptable, right? It wasn’t as if she was going to seduce him under the same roof.
Raj took a moment to think about what underwear she had on. Yup, definitely seduction material. With a slow, knowing smile, she stood to retrieve a bottle of water for him.
“Now your father’s comment at the house makes more sense,” Raj said conversationally, as she brought the bottle to his side of the table. “There is no way you’ll be able to make everyone happy all the time.”
“Don’t I know it.” He peered up at her as she moved in to lean against the table at his side. She held out the bottle and waited for their fingers to brush before she let go.
Ajay gave her a confused look and drank deep.
Oh, buddy, you have no idea what’s about to happen.
Her skin prickled with awareness as she took the bottle and set it aside. “Do you want to know what I do?”
“For what?”
“To combat the loneliness at the top,” she said. She slid closer. “I work.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He brought her to his side so that her hip was pressed against the arm of his chair. Like a choreographed dance, she leaned down at the same time as his hand came up to cup the back of her neck.
He was being very accommodating, she thought, as his fingers kneaded into her soft skin.
“Is that all you do, Rajneet? Work off the stress and expectations?”
Her mouth curved at the sound of his soft words. “No, actually. Let’s just say I have someone help me release the tension when I need it the most.”
“I see that now, Raj. How does a man audition for this role?”
She nipped at his lip and then licked at the hurt. “No audition necessary for you. Darling.”
“I like the sound of that. I like the sound of that.” He tried to pull her down for a kiss, but she evaded his clever, clever hands.
“I don’t think you understand what seduction means,” she said, enjoying the game now as some of the tension from the day was replaced with desire. “You’ve been making all the moves so far. Touching my hair when we first met and then again in your office when I came to see you. The way your hands wandered when we danced at the wedding. And then that kiss in your apartment. You came to the Fire Lounge, and then took me out on a date.”
“Followed by some unforgettable fucking, wouldn’t you say? Come here. Let me take care of you.”
Before he could grab for her again, she slithered out of his reach. With her eyes on his, she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a black satin cup that barely contained her full, plump breasts. “It’s my turn to make the first move.”
The unmistakable lust on his face ramped up her own, and she had to hold out a hand to stop him even as he vaulted out of the chair to grab for her. “Sit back down, Ajay Singh. There’s something I haven’t asked you yet. You have a filthy mouth when you’re fucking me. Is that just your style, or did you know that I love it?”
“I knew the moment I met you. I’m going to take you in a moment if you— Holy hell.”
She took her time now, enjoying his reaction as she slithered out of her pants.
“It’s like fucking Diwali, Rajneet.” He was breathing heavy as she stood in front of him wearing matching satin lingerie, albeit one of her most comfortable sets. She tugged at the thin black strings high on her hips that held up the small triangle at the apex of her thighs. Ajay’s stare went straight to her crotch.
She moaned, feeling herself moisten even more, and yanked out the elastic band that held her hair in its subdued ponytail. She shook out her hair and stood, offering herself to the powerful man in front of her who looked at her body like she was a goddess.
“You’re wound up. I’m wound up,” Raj said hoarsely. “Let’s take a break and relax. Do you remember how you had a taste of me? Maybe you want another one. Your very own happy hour.”
She motioned for him to sit again and stepped between his knees before hoisting herself up on the table. She slid the laptops and paper out of the way, then lifted one foot at a time and rested them on either arm of Ajay’s chair.
With her eyes on his, she spread her knees, exposing the wet patch between her legs. Raj gasped when Ajay reached down to give himself one quick stroke and adjust his cock through the fabric of his jeans.
“I do enjoy a cock tale,” he said. “This happy hour is going to be delicious.”
She groaned when he finally gripped her ankles and stroked up her calves to her knees. He pushed her legs farther apart before running his fingers down the insides of her thighs, making her quiver.
“What do you want, darling? Need me to make you feel good?”
Raj cupped his chin with one hand, feeling the softness of his beard as she said the words that had been echoing in her head from the moment she stripped out of her shirt. “Eat me. Make me come.”
She’d barely finished speaking before Ajay grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her to the edge of the table. His chair scraped forward, and he ran his bearded cheek down her left thigh before pressing a hard kiss on her plump, satin-covered mound.
Raj moaned and then let out a gasp as he hooked a finger through the crotch of her panties. His knuckle brushed against her aroused clit even as he yanked her underwear up so that the fabric separated her lips and stretched tight between her cheeks, rubbing teasingly against her aroused pussy.
“Lay back,” he said, and she immediately obeyed his sharp order, her heart pounding, her body begging for more. He’d been so good for her before, so in tune with her needs, that she craved this again with him.
His breath trailed along the thin, tender skin of her inner thigh, inches above her wet, throbbing core. He rubbed his beard over the same line of skin, raising goose bumps.
“You smell delicious,” he said. “Spicy and hot. Did I tell you that last weekend? Do you think I can taste your come on my tongue again?”
She writhed on the table, unable to stop herself, and rolled her hips toward him, begging for more.
“Yes!” she gritted out through clenched teeth. “Dammit, Ajay, am I going to have to give you a roadmap tonight?”
Their eyes met over the slope of her stomach, the valley between her breasts.
“You’ll wait for your orgasm now, Rajneet,” he said.
Her head fell back against the table at the feel of his tongue stroking the length of her pussy. She let out a squeal as Ajay feasted on her clit, plunging his tongue and fingers inside her and over her clit.
“More,” she panted as she writhed, begging him to please her. She’d never begged in her life, but it felt so good, so overwhelming. Ajay made oral sex an art and she wanted it all the time now. She tugged down the cups of her bra and began kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples.