The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection (45 page)

“Then what the hell are you waiting for? Your pension?”

Jasmine yanked on his zipper, Ethan’s hand going from the top of her spine and to the small of her back. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she remained bent over his lap. Sure enough, Ethan dug his fingers into her ass, pushing beneath her lingerie until he touched nothing but flesh. Feeling him there, like that, urged her to pull him out of his pants and push her hair to the side farthest from him.
A guy like this? He wants to watch me do it.
She would be sure to give him a good show.

She watched his reaction as she held his half-erect cock in her hand, tongue tasting its tip as the rest of her lips followed over its head. Ethan tried to keep his cool – act as if a woman touching one of the most sensitive places on his body was nothing to him. But she felt him shiver beneath her touch, heard his breath suck into his throat. Ethan bit the inside of his cheeks and kept his eyes focused back on hers.
There’s something strange about him.
This was the Ethan she first met three months ago. The one who knew what he wanted – her.

So I could do things like this to him.
She lowered her head farther, taking his length into her mouth as if it were nothing. Ethan finally closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the sofa. His fingers dug deeper into her skin.

He was hard now, the taste of his musk strong on her tongue as she squeezed him by the base. Ethan let out a grunt of approval and gave her a smack on the ass for her efforts.

“You like that, don’t you, my flower?” The spot was tender, but he continued to rub it as Jasmine whimpered the affirmative. “Tell you what. Do a good job, and I’ll make sure get more where that came from.”

Jasmine liked the sound of that. She moved her hand around his shaft, tasting more of him as it entered her mouth. He liked the sound of it as well.

Who knew how many times Jasmine had done this by now. Ethan’s cock was no stranger to her mouth, and yet something about this encounter was different.
I want to please him more than ever.
It scared Jasmine to realize. She didn’t mind doing these things. Sometimes it was the hottest part of her day.
But this has me all antsy.
She didn’t know what to expect.

Like Ethan’s hand smacking her ass when his cock slipped toward her throat.

She jerked on him, startled and delighted. The shock of pleasurable pain that zipped through her made her suck on him harder, determined to get him hard enough to either come quickly or get the brilliant idea to fuck her on the couch. It wouldn’t be the first time they did it here. More than once Ethan got it in him to take her there, by holding her in his lap, bending her over the arm, or getting her on her knees while he took her from behind.
This couch has seen things.
Now it was seeing something from a different planet.

“Good.” Ethan’s breath was harder, his voice deeper. “Take all of it that you can. I know you can do better.”

So did Jasmine. She relaxed her throat and held him there, lips pursing against his skin while her ass lifted into the air. Ethan’s hand followed it.

“That’s it. Shit…” He gathered her hair with his other hand and held it away from her face. “You like sucking my cock, my flower?”

There was only one right answer to get what she wanted.
Not like it’s a lie.
Jasmine closed her eyes slowly and then opened them again. Ethan smiled – and struck her flesh again.

This time Jasmine whined, her voice stimulating him and making him shake in his seat. He was either on the verge of coming or too far to tell. Sometimes Ethan could take only two minutes, or he could take the better part of fifteen when she did this. It seemed to come from his will – how quickly he wanted to be on with his day, and how much he wanted to make it about her pleasure as well. This was definitely the latter. “A spank for every time you almost make me lose it. When you’re as red as your dress, you’ll get what you’re looking for down there.”

So that was the game.

“I’ll count for you. What are we on, three?” He rubbed her flesh, first one side and then the other. He had long pulled down her lingerie until she was as exposed as they both wanted. “If you can get to five without making me come, I’ll fuck you.”

Now there was a dilemma. What did Jasmine want more? To make him lose it so quickly that he came like this, or to draw it out until he
had
to take her too?
I don’t know. Both sound great.
Ultimately, as long as she got another whack on the ass, she would be happy.

Three.
She wanted to make it to five. That was a good goal. A fair goal. At least this man was fair when it came to his games. Jasmine relaxed her mouth and eased off him, sucking on his tip while her hand did most of the work.

She sped up. Ethan tensed beneath her, shuddering and rubbing her back until she thought it would be raw. “You’re fantastic,” he groaned, hand taking her hair again. “You should read more of that shit on the Internet.”

Jasmine wanted to laugh. He thought she learned this on the Internet?
I was teaching those fools after a while.
Like how she was learning to bring Ethan to the edge and then pull back in time just to feel him spank her ass – which he did now, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in his office.

“Four,” he said, pulling on her hair until it stung her scalp. Jasmine reached her left hand between her legs and felt how wet he had made her so far.
I should go for the screw.
She doubted he would last long inside of her. She didn’t care. She wanted to earn the quick thrill of making him come undone.

Jasmine kissed his tip, then the top of his shaft before moving her lips down to the base. Her lips tugged on his skin, her tongue moving across anything it encountered. Ethan continued to tense beneath her touch and channel his desire through his hands as they squeezed every part of her. One of his fingers pulled against her collar. Jasmine returned to his tip and took in as much as she could into her mouth.

He was close. His body was stiff, on the brink of release, his breathing controlled as he held back for as long as possible. Jasmine wanted to break the tension – to make this composed man lose control and find some way to use her for his ends. As long as he was focused on
her,
the how didn’t matter.

“Jasmine…” Here it came, his hand poised above her ass. The moment it fell, she would have him.

She tasted him on her tongue the moment she heard the sound of his palm strike her flesh. Before the sting could settle in, his fingers slipped between her thighs and rubbed her folds.
He wants to finish like this, huh?
Time for the finale. Jasmine went faster, determined to get him to come before the minute was up. He could finish her soon enough.

To her surprise, Ethan pulled her off him, yanking on her dress and making her fall against the back of the couch. Before she knew what was happening – oh, she knew what was
happening –
Ethan stepped behind her and gave her what he promised.

She shouted in astonishment, her body welcoming him as easily as she succumbed to his seduction. Ethan was not gentle – his goal was to finish himself quickly, and he did so by thrusting into her hard, fast, and with little regard for how her knees slipped against the couch and her hands fought to grasp the top edge.
Don’t stop.
She knew that he would soon. She hoped that he would last long enough to make her…

“Fuck!” Her cry drowned out his climactic grunt, and Jasmine was left to see only the back of her eyelids as she sank against the back of the couch, orgasm shaking her legs and making her open her mouth wide in a soundless shriek. Her brain could barely keep up with her body, and he had pulled out, his release still warm inside her.

Jasmine sank to her knees and wrapped her face in her arms. She could hear Ethan’s heavy breathing behind her, and his hand touched her just as the intercom sounded on his desk.

“Mr. Cole?” It was Nadia’s voice. “Are you available? Mr. Lyle is here to see you. Should I send him in?”

Cursing, Ethan smoothed himself out and went to his desk. Once Nadia’s words sank into Jasmine’s brain, she stood up and dashed into the private bathroom. No way in hell was she letting Jackson Lyle see her like she currently was.

She came out just in time to hear Ethan tell Nadia to let his guest in. “You’re excused,” he said to Jasmine, his face long with frustration. “Go to lunch. You can take care of the notes in the afternoon.”

So much for the scene.
Jasmine collected herself and headed toward the door.

It swung open before she could get there, Jackson Lyle strutting in as if it were his office and not Ethan’s.

“Beautiful day!” he called, pulling off his bowler hat and hanging it on the coat rack. He shook out the lapel of his cream-colored suit and looked toward Jasmine. “Morning.” His eyes went straight to her cleavage.

“Good morning.” Jasmine turned around, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking at her like that.

Just as she was leaving, she heard Jackson say to Ethan, “You really should do something about that whore of yours. Sullen. Doesn’t suit a beautiful young lady like that.”

Whether or not Ethan defended her, Jasmine never found out. The door latched shut behind her, and she was left to stew in her indignation.

“Lunch?” she demanded of Nadia at her desk, not meaning to be so pushy, but in need of channeling her anger.

The receptionist looked up at her, staring at something before she politely looked away. “I’m afraid I have a late lunch today. Too many calls to return right now.”

Jasmine didn’t know what was up with that. So she went to her desk only to find someone sitting in her chair: a woman, dressed in a loose cotton sundress and sporting a bandage over her eye, Monica. She wiped something from her other eye before acknowledging Jasmine.

“Good morning.” She struggled to get up, her hands snatching out to the desk to steady herself. Jasmine moved to help her stand, but Monica waved her off while clearing her throat.

“Are you okay?” Jasmine couldn’t help but stare at the bandage, her mind reeling with the possibilities of what could have happened. “Your eye….” There was also a bruise on the inside of her forearm.

“Just an accident.”

Somehow Jasmine didn’t believe that, but she didn’t press the issue. She reached down and picked up her purse which she had left behind earlier. “I hope it gets better soon.”

“Thank you.”

Jasmine caught a look from Nadia as she went to lunch. She thought of Monica as she waited for the elevator out in the hallway.
Accident my ass.
She couldn’t believe that the mark on her eye or the bruise on her arm came from anything — or anyone — but Jackson.

The door opened. Jasmine stepped in, looked around for anyone else needing the elevator, didn’t see anyone, and pushed the button to close the doors.

A hand snatched out and opened the elevator before it could close.

“Excuse me.” No, no, no! Not Jackson, the man dressed to step out for a while. He showed himself into the elevator and stood next to Jasmine, who remained perfectly still as Jackson pushed the button to the ground floor. “Didn’t want to have to wait another five minutes.”

Jasmine kept her eyes forward, glancing at his reflection in the steel doors. Any fear she felt abated as she looked at that self-indulgent smile sitting beneath a crisp bowler hat. Then her anger returned as she remembered what he said as she was leaving Ethan’s office. “I would appreciate it if you did not call me a whore.”

Her stomach was in her throat, and she didn’t know if it was anxiety or the elevator making her feel that way. Beside her, Jackson scoffed, hands digging into his pockets. “Isn’t that what you are? No shame in it. Every woman has her way to play the game.”

What game? Getting money out of men?
Jasmine had to take a deep breath to calm her nerves. “I’m not playing any game. In fact, things are going well with him.”

“I bet they are.”

The numbers above the door were not going down fast enough. “He told me about Monica,” she said. “About the three of you.”

“Did he now?” Genuine surprise laced his voice. “That feels like such a long time ago. My precious kitten has been with only me for so long now. Sometimes I forget Ethan ever had her at all. In fact,” he turned to Jasmine, his balance perfect for standing in a moving elevator, “it’s weird to think that he sold her to me.”