“You’re so tight. You would feel so good wrapped around me.” He worked her, taking her higher and higher.
Everything tightened as his thumb worked perfect circles around and over her clit. Closer and closer and closer until she snapped and pleasure swamped her system. A tidal wave crashed over her, and she panted as she tried to get her breath back. She let herself curl into his body. His free arm held her up or she would have been a puddle of goo on his desk.
Every muscle felt relaxed and loose. Warm. She was warm when she always felt so cold. She would be even warmer with Jesse on top of her. Now he would lay her down on the desk and bring them together finally. All that heat between them could be quenched.
God, she was going to miss him.
Jesse kissed her forehead sweetly as he drew his hand out of her pussy and straightened her soaked undies. “Baby, tell me who you work for. You can tell me.”
The words didn’t penetrate for a moment. He used a soft voice and she could almost fool herself that he was saying something sweet. “What?”
“Who do you work for, Phoebe? It’s time for you to tell me the truth.” A touch of hardness entered his tone.
Phoebe forced herself to push away. Between the orgasm and the drugs that had run through her system, she felt so weak. It didn’t stop her though. She got to her feet, her knees shaking a little, and looked at him. His hair had gotten longer in the last few months. When he’d come to McKay-Taggart, he’d worn it in a purely military style, but now it curled over the tops of his ears and brushed over his brows. Blond and blue-eyed angel.
Who had just practically fucked her for information.
“Why?” Tears threatened. It had been a beautiful moment and he’d ruined it. Their last moment. The only one she could carry with her and he’d ground it into the dirt.
All of her life there had only been Jamie. She’d suffered through pawings when she was in foster care, but she’d managed to avoid what happened to a lot of girls in the system. She’d learned to defend herself. She’d only ever been intimate with two men, and one of them was dead and the other had just wanted information.
Jesse’s eyes were colder than she’d ever seen them as he stared at her. He made no move to hide his erection. “I’m doing what you did. I’m working a relationship to make an operation go more smoothly. Wasn’t that more pleasant than being deprived of food and water and human contact until you’re willing to talk?”
“I didn’t do this to you.” Anger invaded her system. The reasonable, rational side understood that she was at least partially angry with herself for being such a complete idiot. She’d ruined everything. She’d cheated on Jamie and it had felt so good.
Damn him, but two minutes on a desk with Jesse Murdoch had been better than all the sex she’d ever had with her husband. Her sweet, strong, brave husband. She should have been happy with what they had.
Stupid. She was so fucking stupid. She’d been Jamie’s wife and now her body was a convenient tool for Jesse to play like a Master.
Jesse stared at her while he sucked his fingers into his mouth again.
And that infuriated her. She pointed a finger his way. “You don’t get to do that.”
His eyes were hot on her. “Yeah, I do. This right here, this is mine. I got you hot so this is mine and I’ll do what I want with it.”
“No, it’s mine.” She couldn’t stand the way he was staring at her, sucking his fingers into his mouth. It had been hot before when she thought he’d meant it, but now she knew it was all an act and his fingers were nothing but ten little whores that went to do his bidding. Damn it. He didn’t deserve to taste her. “You give it back.”
It had been a long time since she’d felt this anger rising. She’d learned to channel it, learned to take that violent street-rat core of her being and suppress it. It was showing up again. Humiliation wasn’t something she handled well.
Years had passed and she’d shoved down everything. She’d shoved down every time she’d had to play mousy and take Taggart’s eye rolling. She’d buried her rage deep when they’d all laughed about how weak she was. She knew they weren’t really being mean about it, but it didn’t matter. She’d felt weak for years, and now she wanted every single one of them to know how strong she was—especially the man in front of her.
He stopped, his eyebrows rising. “Baby, I’m not sure what you want me to give back.” A sexy smirk hit his face. “But I can get you to make more. It’s obvious you’re not ready to talk yet. Hop on the desk and I’ll get my mouth on you. Then we’ll see if you’re ready to talk. You should know I can do this all day.”