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‘Excuse me. ’ I prompt, trying for polite as appose to Jesse’s aggressiveness. I get ignored. Damn, I’m going to be super late.
‘For fucks sake!’ Jesse swings his door open and strides around the car to meet the warden on the pavement. The poor man visibly shrinks at Jesse’s presence, moving away hastily. He opens the door, deposits me in the car before slamming it, cussing some more and sliding back behind the wheel. We roar off down my street, way too fast.
‘They’re just doing a job, you know. ’ I flip the mirror down to sort my make-up out.
‘Power hungry failures that didn’t make cops,’ he grumbles. He looks at me and smiles. ‘You look lovely. ’
I snort. ‘Watch the road. Oh, Sam said he can’t make your run. ’
‘Lazy bastard. He’s still there then?’ he asks, overtaking a taxi. I grab the side of my seat. My make-up is going to be everywhere.
‘He’s got Kate tied to the bed. ’ I mumble, flicking my lashes with my mascara wand.
‘Probably,’
I swing my head around with my wand half way to my eyes. ‘You don’t sound shocked. ’
‘That’s because I’m not. ’ He looks at me out the corner of his eye.
He’s not? So, Sam’s into kinky shit? ‘I don’t want to know. ’ I mutter, returning to the mirror.
‘No, you don’t. ’ he says quietly.
We pull up near my offices, but far enough away so I’m not spotted getting out of Jesse’s Aston Martin. I’m still trying to figure out how Patrick might react to all of this. Jesse hasn’t mentioned the extension since Sunday, and I can’t imagine a pleasant reaction from my boss if I tell him that I’m not designing for Mr Ward, I’m fucking him instead.
‘What time’s your lunch?’ he asks. He strokes my thigh, generating the familiar stabs
of pleasure. Now is not the time to get horny, and that touch does it for me.
‘One,’ I squeak.
He rubs circles on my thigh. I stiffen slightly. ‘I’ll be here at one then. ’
‘Right here?’ I breathe.
‘Yes, right here. ’ His hand drifts between my thighs.
‘Jesse, stop. ’ I close my eyes, trying to fight off the sparks of pleasure.
He runs his hand up my centre, over my trousers.
I whimper.
‘I can’t keep my hands off you,’ he says in that low hypnotising voice – the one that knocks all sense and reason out of me. ‘And you’re not going to stop me, are you?’
No, damn me, I’m not!
Leaning over, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me towards him, increasing the strokes of my core. When his lips find my mouth, I moan. I’m being worked up into a blissful rhythm as he caresses my tongue with his, slowly and surely, guaranteeing optimum pleasure. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this in his car in broad daylight, but he’s triggered something now, and I can’t walk into that office with the ache of an abandoned orgasm lurking inside me. I need relief, or I won’t concentrate all day.
Coils of craving spread out and build up, my concern at the possibility of being captured indecently disappear, just like that. I’m all over him. He just does it for me in so many earth shattering ways.
‘Let it go, Ava. ’ he says into my mouth. ‘I want you in that office thinking of what I can do to you. ’
I hit my climax, crying out as he presses his lips harder on mine, stifling my moans and alleviating the pressure of his hand to slowly work me down again. I sigh against his lips.
‘Better?’ he asks as he pecks light kisses over my mouth.
Oh yes, much better. The irritating, roguish and pouting Jesse of an hour ago has faded away completely. ‘I can work in peace. ’ I sigh.
