Tempting the Corporate Spy(20)

He joined her on the couch, and she scooted over to make room for him, the touch of his body hot and hard as he handed her the condom.

“You want to put it on?” he asked in a hoarse voice, holding his weight off her, and she sat up a little to open the package and took his cock in hand. Massive and rock hard, it jerked at her touch. He laughed, low, as she rolled the condom on. “Even that feels good with you.”

When she was done, he pushed her down, a little roughly, as if out of patience, and kissed her again, his tongue in her mouth, probing, his hot cock rubbing against her inner thigh.

She opened her legs to him as he murmured something against her lips and she just caught, “I wanted this since I first saw you.”

She didn’t care what he was saying. She had forgotten she could feel this into sex. Maybe she never had. By the time he had left her panting from his kisses and the warm, sure fondling of her breasts and slipped inside her, she was desperate for him and so turned on that even that big cock slid in smoothly. Wrapping her legs around his slim behind, she moved with him, against his thrusts as he started a quick, maddening rhythm.

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He slid inside her warmth, almost losing it right then she was so tight and wet, but just as quickly he pulled out again, the friction delicious, and then sank back into her, again and again, hard, trying to make her take him as deep inside her as she could handle.

The little noises she was making spurred him on, and balanced on his forearms, he rode her, dipping down to kiss her now and then as he did, on her lips, the base of her throat.

“God,” he moaned, thrusting harder, faster still, wanting to fill her completely, until she gave a sharp gasp that had him pausing. With tremendous effort, he stayed still within her, the pulsing of his cock his only movement. Breathing heavily, he gazed at her flushed face, her dark eyelashes against her cheeks, her own breathing more of a pant.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he rasped and she opened her eyes. The green of them sparkled in contrast to the black of her pupils. The heel of one of her feet grazed lazily along his ass, taut with the strain of keeping himself still, and she smiled.

Oh, she was dangerous all right. And he wasn’t talking about any secret mission crap this time.

She shook her head, and he buried his face in the silky strands of her hair spread out around her as her arms went around his neck. “No. You’re not hurting me Jon.”

She dug her heel into his ass as she said it and he arched fiercely, pleasure shooting through him.

“Yeah, well you’re hurting me,” he breathed as he started up again, trying to take it slower. “You’re killing me.”

She let out that soft, sexy groan he could distinguish from any he had ever heard and clamped her long legs tighter around his ass and he wiped all thought from his mind.

“Oh, that’s right, baby,” he coaxed in her ear. “Show me you like it.”

“I…I…oh, God…”

He milked every ounce of sweet response out of her, her fingers in his hair, her lips on his neck, her hot, tight inner muscles gripping him as he moved.

“Show me how hot you are,” he urged, thrusting faster, and she moved against him. “That’s right. Just like that.” When he could feel they were both about to let go, he cupped a hand under her lush ass and gripped one cheek, pulling her impossibly closer as the sensation overwhelmed him and he poured into her.

They came, together, fierce and shuddering, and he fell on top of her, giving her his full weight for a moment.

God, she was incredible.

He rolled to the side to let the poor girl breathe and when he could talk again, he asked, “You okay, Livvie?”

Her breath was slowing, too. “Only Jen calls me Livvie.”

He dropped a peck on her cheek, warm and salty with the sweat of their endeavors, and she cuddled up into his arms, fitting so naturally he was surprised. Surprised at how right it felt to be spooned up with Liv on her office couch, only just now realizing the enormity of what he’d done and how it would undoubtedly complicate what he had been trying to see as a simple situation.

“I can’t believe I did that,” she said, unwittingly echoing his own thoughts with a girlish laugh that only made him feel guiltier. “I don’t usually do things like that.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.”

“I don’t? Oh,” she said in a small voice. “Right. Guys aren’t exactly falling all over me.”

“Stop,” he admonished. “You don’t have to tell me that because it’s none of my business. And also, because you were so tight it was obvious you don’t make a habit of this very often.”