Toxic (21 page)

“Good”—that delicious-sounding word again—“because I’m in trouble and I need your help.”

I knew he wasn’t in any real distress. I could tell by his tone. “Well, tell me what it is and maybe I can help,” I purred.

The line went dead and I heard the door open. I grinned like the Cheshire cat as I slowly twisted in my chair and saw his eyes blazing bluer than blue. “I need you wet for me,” he said as his tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick his lips.

A shiver ran down my spine but I kept my cool. “You do, do you? May I ask why?”

The door locked. “I think you know the answer to that.”

I couldn’t help myself. “No, I don’t. I might need a little explanation,” I teased.

Jeremy gave me a dubious look and I raised a more than curious brow. With a smoldering grin, he leaned back against the door and crossed his arms. “If you must know, I made the mistake of thinking about how sweet you tasted this morning on my way over here and now I’m hard.”

Oh my.

His voice had dipped lower still, making it gravelly and irresistible. The sound liquefied my insides and watching him as his entirely too hot, too sexy body prowled my way, made me melt all over again. My pulse zinged as the rakish specimen of man began striding toward me and I could practically feel the air sizzle with each step he took.

Still, I kept up the illusion of being calm, cool, and collected, and laced my fingers together on my desk. I sat up straight to try to lessen the effect of butterflies fluttering in my belly and calmly said, “That’s sufficient. I understand your predicament. But you want me wet in my office why?”

His lids lowered as the lustful haze that had only seconds ago overtaken his features began to shroud with a slight glimpse of annoyance. “I think you know,” he repeated in a stern tone.

I fought to keep my control. “I have a vague idea, but I’m not completely certain. I’d like you to spell it out for me.” My breathy tone was more of a whisper. I so wished I had a pair of reading glasses I could have pushed up my nose for effect.

He placed his palms on the desk and leaned forward. “Because I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast.”

If I wasn’t already wet, I would have been then, and any semblance of calm and cool I had been putting forward quickly diminished. My lips parted, my breathing hitched, and my nipples peaked. I was, without a doubt, one hundred percent turned on.

“Now stand up and take off your hose and then your panties.”

His demand completely obliterated the character I had created and all that remained was me, and I was wary. “Jeremy, I can’t do that here.”

His gaze roamed my body. “Yes, you can,” he growled.

“Jeremy.” My protest came out weaker than I would have liked.

“Phoebe, I need to be inside you and I can’t wait until later.” His voice was no longer gruff, but instead it was smooth like honey. Gone was the rough tone that proclaimed want and what had replaced it was so much worse. It was his seductive side. The one that not only melted me but also put me back together and made me melt all over again. I couldn’t help but want him even if I tried to resist. Goose bumps arose on my flesh and I knew it was hopeless to even pretend I wasn’t going to do what he asked. Because God help me, I was.

With those eyes blazing and watching my every move, I stood and kicked my boots off. I was wearing a slinky black turtleneck and a form-fitting long skirt. The skirt had some stretch in it so I pulled it up easily. Then, as his eyes grew even more lustful, I slid my hose from my hips, and then removed my panties.

“Sit back down,” he commanded.

“Okay,” I whispered with a thrill.

Arousal made me hot and I wished I hadn’t worn long sleeves.

“Good,” he said. That word. That word I’d never think of the same again.

While I waited for him to pounce, my whole body felt like a furnace—that’s how hot I was for him.

He slid his hand along the desk as he circled it and my pulse raced. But he stopped just shy of me and perched himself on the corner. Chewing on his lip, he stared down at my naked bottom half. “Now take your finger and circle it over your clit. Just a few times. Not too much.”

I was more excited than I should have been with his eyes watching me. I should have been nervous about doing this at work. Sure, Hunter had said good-bye already and chances were good no one else was still around. Plus he had locked the door—but he wanted me to touch myself. In front of him. Here? Now?

I flashed him a heated smile. “I think I should tell you that I’m already wet.”

“Do it anyway,” he demanded.

My heart raced. I couldn’t do this. Sure, we had been having sex like rabbits but this was different. I stood up and let my skirt fall.

His eyes flared as he brought himself to full height. “Phoebe.”

I met his hungry gaze and turned the tables. “Sit down.”

He narrowed his eyes at me.

My eyes fell down the length of him and I think I let out a small gasp when I saw the huge erection straining against the fabric of his slacks. I swallowed, and then nodded toward the chair. “If you want my help, then you’ll sit down.”

His lips quirked up in bemusement.

I kept my finger pointed at the chair. “I mean it.” I wasn’t quite sure how this was going to go down, so it surprised me when he actually lowered himself into the chair.

I wanted to give myself a high five.

Jeremy didn’t like giving up control. It should have bothered me.

It didn’t.

Instead, it thrilled me all the more. But this was my office and it was my turn, my opportunity to take control. I put my hands on my hips and felt powerful. “Unzip your pants.”

He looked at me with a sly grin that looked more like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “I think you should do that.”

I shook my head. “You have a problem and I have the solution. If you want it, you’ll do as I suggest.”

“Is that the way you want to play?” he grumbled.

I swallowed. Not sure if it was, but I decided why not. “Yes,” I replied sternly. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. This was fun. A lot of fun.

He unzipped his jeans and his long, thick cock jutted out.

Holy hell, he wasn’t wearing underwear.

I licked my lips at the sight. He knew how much that turned me on but I kept my cool. “Oh, I see your problem.”

He looked down, his gaze darkening and began stroking himself.

Damn, he was better at this than me.

My internal muscles clenched as I watched, mesmerized by the picture before me. His head had tipped back as his stroking became more aggressive.

I made a noise that might have been a growl when he started thrusting his cock into his fist. My pulse quickened and my clit pulsed in perfect harmony.

Jeremy flicked his glance toward me. “This feels good . . . but you’d feel so much better.”

Damn him.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. I tugged my skirt back up and put my hands on his shoulders to straddle his legs. He brought his head up and gone was any amusement on his face. All that was left was pure lust. Without any additional foreplay and without another word, I positioned myself over the broad, blunt head of his cock and eased my way down.

He threw his head back and grabbed my hips.

Ripples of desire consumed me as I rose up and slammed myself down.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I gripped the arms of the chair and did it over and over again, feeling like I would never get enough of him.

“Fuckkk,” he groaned again. This time drawing out the word. Soon his hands were moving me as fast as my hips were already moving.

I leaned in to kiss him and his mouth devoured mine. His tongue stroked mine and his lips crashed against mine with a hunger that would have made me weak at the knees if I was standing.

I was climbing higher and higher and his groans were becoming more intense, even fiercer, with every passing second. One of Jeremy’s hands had drifted down and his thumb was directly over my clit. With pressure he circled me, and my hips jerked as my thigh muscles tightened in preparation of my impending climax.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” I cried out.

“I’m right there with you,” he groaned through clenched teeth. He had been there before me and he was holding back, waiting for me, I could tell.

We both exploded as shattering climaxes ran rapid through our veins. Time stood still as the pleasure only he could deliver consumed me.

When I could breathe again, I looked at him. “I think I solved your problem.”

He nipped at my lip. “You certainly did. But I have to be honest, I’m not sure I like you taking control.”

I nipped back at his. “So punish me.”

I was joking of course. Too much Ana and Christian on the big screen.

A strange light glimmered in his eye. “Do you mean that?”

I swallowed. “I’m not sure. It depends what you have in mind. . . .”

Slowly, he stood up with me in his arms and turned around, setting me on my desk. His limp cock was starting to stiffen again already.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“Giving you what you want. What you need. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you.”

He pulled my legs apart. “Good. I want access to you all weekend.”

I gave him a questioning look.

“No panties, no hose, no pants.”

I laughed. “I can’t do that.”

He dropped his head and drove his tongue into my pussy, thrusting it in and out and in and out in the most delicious way.

That mouth.

“Oh God, yes,” I screamed as his tongue drove me to a state of near insanity.

I couldn’t believe how fast I could orgasm again if I let myself go. And I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to. I loved when his cock was inside me but now desire built fast and the explosion came quick as pleasure overtook my entire body. Usually when his tongue was inside me, the build was slower. He took his time. The blissful state lasted longer. I was rising higher and higher but then he just stopped.

“What are you doing?” I panted.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, you know I do.”

He didn’t respond. Instead he drove his tongue into my pussy again and brought me slowly back to the brink. And just as before, he stopped.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes,” I said desperately.

He did it two more times.

By then I was whimpering and begging for him not to stop. “Please Jeremy, please,” I whimpered.

He licked his shimmering lips. “You taste so good. I could do this all day.”

My arousal intensified as my release tempted me. I couldn’t take his teasing anymore, so I moved my hand to my clit. I didn’t care. I was desperate for a release. And he had wanted to see me. So why not now? It wouldn’t be as sweet from my own hand, but at that point, I didn’t care.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Not right now anyway. I wouldn’t mind watching you later but if you don’t move your hand, your alarm clock might not go off tomorrow morning. And that would be a shame—for the both of us.”

“Okay,” I cried out. “I’ll do as you ask but first tell me why.”

His grin was wide. “To be up front, I’ve never done anything like it before and I want to try it with you. You seemed to want it.”

It would be the first sex game I’d ever played and from what he said, Jeremy too.

He dropped back down. Right then I didn’t care about anything else because his face was right where I wanted it and unlike before, he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked me until I screamed out in pleasure.

Once my breathing settled, he stood up and zipped his pants, then held out his hand. “Come on, we should go. Our guests will already be there.”

I picked up my hose and went to step into my panties when he took them both from me and shoved them in his pocket. “Bare, remember.”

“During dinner with my friend?” I asked incredulously.

A devilish glimmer flickered in his eyes. “Absolutely.”

I shook my head and slid my boots on, barefoot. “I don’t see how this is going to be a punishment to me anyway.”

Just the thought of his touch thrilled me, excited me, and turned me on. I was wet again just thinking about it.

He handed me my leather jacket; he had never even taken his off, and he led me out of the office and to the elevator. “Oh, you will.”

Butterflies took flight again in my belly at the thought of what he had planned.

The driver was waiting for us. When we got in the car, I couldn’t help but think about Jeremy sitting where I was, thinking of me, and getting hard just minutes earlier. I smiled at the thought.

Unexpectedly, his hand crept up my leg and my body shivered in anticipation. However, we were not in private and I subsequently squirmed. “What are you doing?” I hissed as my head bopped toward the driver.

In answer, he kept running the tips of his fingers higher up my thigh. He stopped, but not until he allowed his fingertips to lightly graze my sensitive flesh.

Holy hell.

Realizing it was his intent to drive me wild didn’t help make matters any easier. Even after his hand was gone, the feel of his touch still lingered.

The feel of his hand back on my leg sent shivers up my spine.

He chuckled. “Come on, we have guests.”

I glared at him without moving. I was so lost in thinking about this little game of his and the frustration it was going to cause me, I hadn’t noticed when we arrived at his loft.

Jeremy shrugged, so calm and cool as he exited the car. I tried to keep my distance as we entered the elevator, but he didn’t let me. He stepped closer and lust whirled around us but the doors opened before he even touched me. I think he did it on purpose and I could see then how this game was definitely a punishment.

With his key, he unlocked the door but paused before he opened it. Turning around to face me, he crashed his mouth to mine and kissed me—long and hard. The hungry movement of his mouth swallowed up my gasps of surprise and excitement. However, the whimpering noise I made when his fingertips caressed my clit through the fabric of my skirt echoed in the hall. That’s when my body thrummed with excitement as it roared to life. But the flash was short lived, because just as fast as he had turned around, he turned back and pushed the door open, leaving me desperate and wanting as I followed him in inside.