“You were made for me, Brooke. I can’t get enough of you.” His voice was filled with rough, but his fingers were surprisingly gentle as he began to caress the nape of my neck. Once more, the slick tip parted my lips and then he was inside, filling me with inch after inch of pure gloriousness as the strong ridges heated up my core. His mouth stifled my delighted scream, his tongue imitating the thrusts of his hips. The intoxicating scent of our lovemaking hit my nostrils and blurred my vision as the telltale pull of another approaching orgasm gathered deep in my belly.
My nails raked the hard muscles of his chest, pleading with him to hurry his speed, to take me harder. As though he could sense the urgency building up inside me, Jett cupped my ass and lifted me off the desk, allowing him deeper access as he began to thrust with so much force I could feel him in the most secret recesses of my sex. A delicious jolt of pain shot through me, followed by a surge of hot pleasure, and a moan escaped my parted lips.
The room began to shift before me. My tongue flicked over my parched lips as my brain fought to stay focused. I couldn’t be coming again, not when his fingers had just made me climax, and yet I knew I was close. So very close. And judging from the way his shaft twitched against my entrance so was he.
“You’re perfect,” Jett whispered.
Biting my lip, I whimpered and fought back my sharp cries of ecstasy. “Oh, god.”
“This is where you belong, sweaty and panting in my arms.” His green gaze misted and his plunges slowed down. I knew what was coming even before his hips undulated against mine, and he pulled out.
“Ready, baby?” His lips captured mine in a deep kiss. He brushed the engorged tip, now slick with our moisture, over my sensitive bud, before plunging back in, sending me off the edge into another mind-blowing climax. With my name on his lips, his shaft tore into me, prolonging the pleasure, as he released shot after shot of moisture deep inside of me.
Eventually, he pulled my shivering body into his arms and engaged my lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
Wow, best sex ever.
“You’re so damn sexy, Brooke. I want to do this for the rest of my life.”
There, he said it again. And this time after sex, meaning there had to be some truth to it. The earnestness in Jett’s stunning eyes made me flush with pleasure. “I’d love that,” I whispered, unable to contain my enthusiasm at the sheer prospect of having him in my bed forever and ever.
His damp skin felt hot under my fingertips and as my sense of reality returned, I wondered how the heck we could possibly hide the physical signs of our lovemaking from our coworkers.
With a sigh I peeled myself off his glorious body and pulled on my panties. I straightened my skirt as my gaze remained glued to his sturdy chest. He was stunning. In spite of the soreness between my legs, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist if he desired another round. “Oh god. You’re probably late for your meeting.”
He glanced at his watch with an amused glint in his eyes. “We’re right on time.”
“People will be able to tell.”
“So?” His grin widened at my horrified expression.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Brooke.” His long fingers clasped my chin and pushed up until I was forced to meet his electrifying gaze. “I don’t intend to keep us a secret for much longer. But you’re right. The boss fucking the personal assistant during working hours isn’t going to boost work morale, so let’s freshen up. Want a quick shower?” He winked toward the door I had spied earlier.
“You have your own bathroom?” Why wasn’t I surprised?
“I’m the boss,” he said sheepishly. “I can have whatever I want.” His palm slapped my backside in case I failed to catch on to the not so subtle meaning of his words. Grinning, I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance.
“You wish.”
His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him, my back rubbing down the front of his slacks. “Such a shame we don’t have time. I’d love to give this glorious ass of yours a good spanking.” The dangerous undertones of his deep voice hit a note with me and I found my nipples straining against the silky fabric of my bra.
I groaned, irritated with myself.
Damn.
How the hell could he possibly have such an effect on me? It wasn’t natural.
“You know who could really use a spanking? Your inflated ego.”
“You didn’t just say that, Brooke. I warned you, baby. I might need to cancel that meeting after all.”
Laughing, I dodged his grip and shot for the bathroom, praying the sexy warning in his voice was nothing but a joke. Knowing Jett Mayfield’s ego and his fondness of keeping a to-do list, he wouldn’t forget. Secretly, I hoped I’d soon get what he thought I deserved.
Say tonight.
I was screwed.
Literally.
And the sad thing about it was that I couldn’t wait. For him. For what he had to offer. For the way he made me feel. I loved every minute we spent together.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN