All Good Things Exposed (18 page)

Without thinking, I moved across the room. My body was so connected to his, I felt him in the air around me. It was charged with some type of electricity that existed only between us. I could taste it. It was decadent. My tongue watered and my body sizzled with awareness. I felt my core ache for him without his touch eliciting the desire and I shifted, willing away the growing ache in my thighs.

Jace held a phone to his ear, but his attention was on me. Did he know what he did to me with just the power in his gaze? Did he know he made me melt inside? Did he know his scent caused my senses to stretch from hibernation until I was walking on overdrive, completely over-sensitized.

He gestured with a nod of his head to one of the chairs sitting across from his desk, but I didn't want to sit. Not in the chair at least. No, I wanted him. Rough. Consuming. Possessive. I wanted him to claim my mind, my body, my soul. I wanted to show him I wasn't going anywhere. I wanted him to know he didn't have to have me packaged and delivered to him every time I didn't reply to a text message. I wanted him confident in our relationship…yes I wanted a relationship with Jace Rush. However untamable he was, I would never stop loving him. It just wasn't possible. He owned me. Heart and soul.

I scanned his office before walking back to the door. I felt Jace's eyes on me and as I walked away from him the energy in the room thickened. Anxiety? Did he think I was leaving?

I reached out to the door and made sure it was locked before turning back to him. His body sagged in visible relief as he tried to focus his attention to the speaker on the phone. He said something about splitting the sectors before I tuned him out. I kicked off my heels before taking a few steps closer to his desk. Everything in the office was rich and dark. It was completely Jace. My man was haunted. The windows behind him were enormous, covering the expanse of the wall. I wondered if people in the buildings around his could see into his office. But then I shrugged off the thought. My hands found the hem of my dress and I pulled it up slowly over my head. I shook my hair down around my shoulders and dropped the material to the floor.

Standing clad in my underwear and thigh-highs, the desire in Jace's blue eyes was scorching hot. I felt his eyes scan the length of my body and shivered under the heat. I wanted him to touch me. I knew I was torturing him. I knew this phone call was important, but he wanted me here, and here I was.

Slowly, I walked toward him. The stockings on my feet allowed me to slide against the smooth floor. I moved my hips, walking with a seductresses sway. His eyes were narrowed on me. When I reached his desk, it took all I had not to jump him. I burned to touch him. I ached to pull him into me, to throw his phone to the floor and forget about the caller, but I knew I couldn't. Besides, this was fun. I could see I was tormenting him. He wanted to ravish me as much as I wanted him to.

Slowly, I moved around his desk to where he sat. I lifted myself onto the surface in front of him, pushing his laptop to the side. His eyes were locked on my body, taking in every miniscule movement. I placed the bottoms of my feet on the armrests of the chair, spreading my legs wide. His eyes dropped between my legs and he swallowed, his Adam's apple bouncing. Without reservation, I reached for his free hand and pulled it toward me. I throbbed in anticipation of his touch even though I was the one guiding his hand to me. I pressed his fingers to the tip of my sex, slowly dragging them down over the lace of my panties. They were wet. Already.

Jace let out a muffled moan as I continued to stroke his hand over the lace against my hot, wet core. I let my eyes trail down his person where they paused over the tented bulge in his pants. At the sight, I throbbed in need. Shit. What started out as my trying to tempt him to the point of no return had me wishing I'd just sat in the chair like he'd wanted. In my attempt to get him so wound up he wouldn't be able to resist me, I had myself a quivering mess on his desk.

I let his hand fall to his lap and his lips parted in raspy breaths as I lifted my butt from the desk to pull my panties from my hips. Slowly, I pulled them down my legs before throwing them to the floor. Jace's eyes were trained on my sex. I knew I was wet. I knew he could see how ready I was for him. And, I knew I should be ashamed of my state of wanton undress - but I wasn't. With Jace, this was right. It was perfect.

I reached down to his lap for his hand once again and positioned my feet on the arms of the chair. I guided his fingers to my wetness and he gasped upon contact. He wasn't the only one. I moaned aloud before catching my bottom lip between my teeth and biting hard. I rubbed my clit with the pad of his finger and he let me. I was practically masturbating in front of him with his own damned hand. But, goodness did it ever feel good.

My clit was swollen and throbbing. I needed penetration and I needed it now. Without looking up into his face, I watched his hand as I moved his fingers down to my opening. I chose two fingers before curling his others into his palm. He knew what I was going to do, and he let me. Slowly, I pushed his fingers into me. Unable to help myself, a small whimper fell from my lips as I moved my hand to his wrist, wrapping my fingers around the circumference. I pulled him out before sliding him back in, working myself into a frenzied high with his fingers. Jace didn't pull away, or try to control the pace and I reveled in the borrowed control. I licked my lips, tilting my head back as I rocked my hips against his hand, riding him, thrusting his fingers inside and out. Good God, this was fucking amazing. Feeling his skin against mine as I worked an orgasm from myself was so personal, there was nothing like it. It was fucking amazing. Mind blowing. Sexy as hell.

I was panting heavily, my body beading with sweat as I quickened the pace, climbing higher. I let my eyes look to Jace's and I found he was watching me. His eyes were filled with something I had never seen before and I knew he was as amazed as I was by my actions. But he was also turned on as all hell. Beads of sweat lined his forehead and his lips were tense, his jaw stiff. He was trying hard to stop himself from taking over. Just the sight of his barely restrained control had my orgasm bursting to the surface. I threw my head back as my back arched and I pushed my hips into his hand. I shattered around him, convulsing around his fingers. He stayed embedded within me. I held him there as I exploded around his fingers. When I pulled him out after drawing out the length of my orgasm as long as I possibly could, he took charge. He licked me from his fingers before standing. He held the phone between his shoulder and ear as he undid his pants and sat back down. My stomach clenched with newfound need for him at the sight of his hard long length spilling from his pants. I wiggled off his desk before crawling in his lap. He was still on the phone, talking gruffly to whoever was on the other line. How didn't they know what was going on? How could they not hear the husky desire in his tone? I didn't care as I straddled his lap. His hand moved around my back and he unclipped my bra, pulling it from my shoulders. I only had my thigh-highs on now. I lifted myself up on his lap and he caught my breast in his mouth, suckling the nipple before biting gently when he had to release it to reply to a question asked on the phone.

I smiled at the obvious annoyance in his eyes, but I knew he still couldn't hang up. He had to finish his conversation. But I had to finish what I'd started. I fisted his cock in my hand, positioning him at my opening. I looked into his eyes - and slammed myself down onto his shaft. A gasp of air toppled off my lips and his eyes widened as he fought the urge to groan loud. My mind cleared of everything once he was inside me, and I rode him without mercy. I shoved my hands into his hair, pulling the strands as my body tightened around him. His hips flexed in the chair, causing his cock to hit me at a new angle. He was so deep - but not deep enough. I needed him hard now. My breasts bounced as I moved, rocking my hips against his, taking him as deep as I could. My breathing was shallow and raspy and my skin was moist. I was fighting my need to moan his name into the breathy silence when his hand slid up my belly to cup my breast. He rolled my already hard nipple between his fingers, pulling a moan from between my lips. I threw my head back, pressing my breast into his hand. I wanted to scream out his name, but before I could do anything I heard the only part of the conversation that mattered.

"I'll talk to you soon." With that, Jace hung up the phone.

His hands grasped hold of my hips and he stilled my movement. This time when the urge to moan surfaced, I did.

"Jace,"

"You're a fucking temptress." He accused. "You want it rough, Angel?"

"Oh yes," I nodded. I tried to press my hips into him but he was having none of it. He was no longer indisposed and he was taking back control. "Jace, I want it rough."

"You fucking asked for it." He said huskily as he slammed his lips against mine. His tongue pushed through my lips and rolled against mine, only exiting to allow him to suck my bottom lips into his mouth. He worked my mouth as his penis jerked impatiently inside me. "You're so beautiful." He moaned against my lips. "And you're all mine. It's time I showed you how much you belong to me."

"Yes." I nodded. "Please, Jace."

With the plea on my lips, he stood from the chair, placing me back on his desk. He pushed me until my back was flush with the smooth wood surface. His hands moved from my hips, sliding down my thighs, over my knees and down to my ankles where he wrapped long fingers around the circumference, pulling them up to rest on his shoulders.

"Keep your feet here." He said as he set them against the nook in his shoulder. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling my body down the desk in a bruising fashion. My ass slapped against his front and I screamed out in pleasured pain. He was hitting me at a new angle and although it hurt, it felt good.

"Jace," I begged. But I didn't know what for.

He didn't answer my plea with words, but his actions were a loaded reply. He thrust into me almost violently, hitting my womb. My body rocked up the desk but he held my hips in place, forcing me to take the full brunt of his thrusts each time. My breathing was rampant as I pulled in hissed breaths of air whenever I was allotted the chance. My nails scraped against his desk, searching desperately for something to hold onto. Jace stared down at me with smoldering blue eyes. I knew by the glimmer in his eyes, my feelings were transparent in my face. He pulled me down the desk once more, stabbing himself into me and earning a sharp gasp before he pulled himself out. His hands grasped my hips, peeling me form the desk. He lifted me into his arms and carried me across the room to a door sitting ajar. He kicked it open and strode inside.

A bedroom? What the hell?

I didn't have time to question him as he threw me to the bed, face down. His hands wrapped around my ankles, pulling me to the edge. There was no time for me to think or act as my ass was hauled up into the air and Jace was inside me once again.

He thrust. Hard. Fast. Violent.

I gasped. "Jace,"

"You wanted it hard, Angel." He reminded me ever so expertly.
Bang
. The front of his hips met with my ass in a loud, earth shattering and core rattling contact. "I'm just giving you what you wanted."

"Yes," I cried.
Bang
. My hands curled into the sheets.
Bang
. "Jace!" I screamed. I felt him so impossibly deep and he refused to relent. My face fell into the blankets and I screamed again, this time my words were inaudible. My skin was soaked with sweat, with my own and Jace's. In the air, I smelled sex. His body pounded against mine over and over as I climbed to the most fought out orgasm I'd ever experienced. My hips were tight, locked and ready for release. My hands stretched high above my head. I held my breath as a cry of holistic pleasure rolled through me. My muscles tightened around Jace's cock, holding him tight, and yet he continued his thrusts. His hands held my hips and somehow, his thrusts became quicker. I couldn't breathe. My orgasm was seconds away from releasing its clawed hold on my nerves to flood my body with its sweet release.

"Come for me, Angel." Jace commanded as he thrust one last hard time. I shattered around him as he emptied himself within me. My body collapsed and I fell to the bed on my stomach with Jace still inside me, sprawled over my back. His breathing was raspy in my ear as his hand found my jaw. His fingers forced my face to the side where his lips crushed against mine. "You're amazing."

My heart swelled. "You're not so bad yourself."

Chapter 14

A shrill ring pulled Jace's attention away from me. "It's Laura. I should probably answer."

"Okay," I rolled onto my back when Jace peeled himself from my sticky body. He walked, adjusting himself into his pants as he went. When he disappeared into the office, I crawled up over the bed, burrowing myself under the blankets as I waited for him. It wasn't long before I heard voices. My heart stopped. Laura was in the office and I was in an adjoining room butt naked. Holy hell!

I sunk down in the bed, pulling the blankets up to my neck as my face burned at the thought of her seeing my clothing strewed haphazardly all over his office. Oh good Lord! Could I be more humiliated? Nope, I didn't think so.

I eyed the door cautiously, waiting for the dreaded moment someone other then Jace walked through the door. Movement caught my eye and my heart lurched as Jace stepped into the room.

"You looked scared." He frowned, quickly closing the distance between us as I sat up in the bed. I held the blankets to my chest.

"I was worried someone would see me naked." I admitted. My cheeks tainted red.

He startled. "You think I would allow someone to see you naked?"

"Well,"

"I wouldn't. Ever." He shook his head as though the thought were abhorrent. "You're body is for my eyes only. Do you understand me?"

God, he was something fierce when he was passionate about something. It made the butterflies that had been dormant in my stomach for so long flutter to life. "I understand, Jace. Your eyes only."