“Five.” Pepper got the word out with great difficulty. It was as if all the mental processes required for speaking had melted away because of the inexplicable volume of pleasure rolling through her. And it wasn’t just the physical part, although, holy macaroni, she’d had no idea what a turn-on spanking was. The first time Jack had put his hand to her ass she’d already been one second away from coming.
With every strike since she’d had to make a conscious effort to hold off the mother of all orgasms that was hovering, ready to knock her feet out from under her and leave her in a whimpering pile on the floor.
Or worse than that would be her screaming his name loud enough that everyone in the office would know they weren’t just having a “quote unquote” business discussion.
Damn Jack Hunter to hell for being a sex god. Damn him, yet at this moment she was more than happy to worship the man’s skills in rocking her world.
She only had five more spanks to go, and as the next landed, Pepper found herself gasping six, immediately followed by seven and eight as Jack managed to not only hit all the erogenous zones in her ass, but the talented man kept using his fingers at the same time. Fucking her, and tearing apart everything she was using to stabilize herself.
How had she reached the age of twenty-three without knowing she had erogenous zones back there? Who cared, they were there, and he was…
Jack paused. Again. The bastard.
“Don’t stop,” she croaked, throat tight from containing the screams of pleasure that wanted to burst free.
But he held off the final two blows. Anticipation hung over them like a tangible thing. Her skin tingled as he pumped his fingers deep inside her, rubbing the front of her passage and making stars appear before her eyes. She knew better than to put her tongue between her teeth for fear she would bite it straight off, so instead she locked her jaw and stared hard at the closet door and prayed he’d get frustrated enough to forget the rest of his threats and instead blow her mind.
She was ready to be fucked. She was oh so ready.
Jack took his hand from between her legs, gripping her ass and massaging the tender cheeks. A low growl escaped him as he slid both thumbs over her labia then teased the entrance to her pussy.
One hand slipped higher. “You ever have anal sex?” he demanded in a harsh whisper.
Oh, Lordy, surely he wouldn’t? “Yeah. I like it. It’s hot…”
For a second he tightened his grip on her hip, obviously on the verge of losing it. Thank goodness, because so was she. Still, he teased the sensitive nerves between her butt cheeks for just long enough she was ready to flip around and lock her legs around his waist so she could stab herself down on his cock.
“I’m going to fuck your ass sometime. Not here, not now, but someday I want to see my cock sliding into you. You’ll take every frickin’ bit of me and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for days.”
His hand connected with bare skin.
“Nine!” Pepper all but shouted before remembering where they were. She was so turned on the room seemed to waver, the walls moving, the door she was staring at no longer closed, but partially opened.
But as Jack thrust his fingers into her to fuck her rapidly, Pepper realized it was no closet door she was gazing at, but a connection between Jack’s office and the one next door.
She tensed, ready to call out a warning when the final slap against her ass hit at the same moment her eyes met Dean’s.
“Ten,” Pepper moaned.
That wasn’t what she’d intended to say. It wasn’t stop or wait or get the hell out of here, because finishing the countdown was the only thing that mattered even as she stared into the shocked gray eyes of her boyfriend’s partner while he stood motionless behind the narrow gap as if unable to turn away.
And then there was no other chance to protest because Jack had the hard head of his cock pressed to her opening. He gripped her hips tightly and with one thrust buried himself deep.
“God, yes…” she hissed, hands clutching the leather seat. Trapped by her need for completion as Jack slammed his hips forward, fucking her as if he were possessed. Nothing around them now but the sounds of their heavy breathing and the wet moisture where their bodies joined.
And Dean observing from the doorway.
She was all kinds of twisted, because it should have felt like a creeper was watching them, but the expression in Dean’s eyes as he gazed hungrily into the room—she couldn’t stop an enormous shudder of intense desire from rocking through her body.
Between all that had come before, and the relentless pounding from Jack’s oh-so-skilled thrusts, and the fiery approval with which Dean soaked in their raunchy scene…
Pepper clamped her lips together to stop a scream from escaping as her orgasm took her out, her vision blurring as endorphins slammed into her system so hard she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t do anything but accept the pleasure winging through her.